The Hunt For Immortal Love

I do believe that we have found ourselves in a bit of trouble once again. Now this one is truly a first for us. We have managed to move from one really horrific situation to one that seems at this stage only bizarre. We have not yet come to known who is behind this kidnapping. There is only some oddly dressed cab driver that has taken us to this rather disgusting warehouse with the foulest stench.

Now I do believe that my beloved is taking this one fairly well; as for our dear Vampire Hunter, well, I do not know if he is irritated or terrified. At the best of times, the man's face is rather hard to read. Then again, the Windchaser boys come with the very same package; therefore, I do believe it is a Hunter thing.

So as I try to whisper in my beloved's ear, this rather annoying little cab driver keeps telling me to remain quiet. Well, he can count himself very lucky, for I would have slapped that annoying face so hard it shall spin beyond tomorrow. With this thought in mind, I do find myself wondering who would have taken such a clearly dumb man in his employment. I do not believe that he knows which place in the alphabet his name sits. But what I do know sits is a slight hint of fear that is running through my beloved's mind; yes, I do know I do not intrude the confines of her personal space, but I can clearly not hear her speak, so I am left with this only other option.

She has run through a dizzy circle in her mind, the very thing that I, too, have. Who is behind this? We do not travel this way, I can with certainty say not often at all, so it does puzzle us who is behind this act. It does bring to mind, we did upset a rather angry Levithian leader, but shall he have acted so soon. Though we have not truly killed him, those two other Hunters did a rather stunning job of it themselves.

But I think we are soon to figure it out. From in the distance, there is a rather heavy steel door that is being pushed open with a rather loud screeching sound. The sound it makes as it slowly closes is enough to send a shiver up your spine. Then the slow click-clack is approaching us; there is no way to tell if it belongs to those of a man or a woman. But what does become evident is a very distinct smell. Yet, I am not going to anything to it just yet until I have its very appearance in front of me.

And with that, the silhouette of what seems like a woman, judging by the fairly long hair and the long black coat. But then there is that saying, do not judge the man by his clothes, and same to say about a woman. For as this person steps from under the darkness of the ominous light, it is as I first suspected.

"Lestat?"

"Surprise, Sebastian."

"My friend, what is the meaning of this?"

"Please refrain from referring to me as your friend."

Now I would have never in all my years seen this coming: a man that is, and as he now refers to as was, a friend. And let us not forget that I did look up to him in a way as he taught me things that experience can never tell. We were unstoppable in our years together in London, and very much the rest of Europe. We were as we never went anywhere alone. We conquered the female kind with perfect art. And we were ruthless as Vampire Masters. So this does somewhat baffle me.

"Lestat, why have you gone this far? Have I done something that has offended you?"

"Sebastian, do you even have to ask. You took what is mine, over and over again. You kept on taking what was mine."

"What are you referring to? I mean, there were plenty of ladies to go around, and if I do remember correctly, you always won their hand."

"You are so foolish; you still act completely absent-minded when it does suit you."

"Well, if you tell me what I am supposed to act absent-minded to, then I shall gladly make my admission."

Yes, he is true though I did take his; I kept taken the woman away from him but is that truly a reason to tie me up in a warehouse? There must be more to his craziness, and well, he expects me to know what it is. But if I read his mind, well, there is a way to resolve this thing far quicker, and we can go home. But his head is such a bundle of nonsense with words and ideas flying all over the place, needless to say; I have a very good idea of what he has planned for us. So let me try this again before we find ourselves hanging from the roof and bleeding dry. As for the poor Vampire Hunter, he shall become his afternoon snack.

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"Then let me make this clear. Who was Master in London and Europe."

"Me and you."

"Yes, who was the first." "You."

Ah, I see what he is getting at; I perhaps did sort of in my own way forced him to come to the Americas as I wished to remain in London. Though what the man does not understand is that I was the eldest; therefore, I had the first right. "Well, my dear friend, I do beg your pardon. What do you want me to call you?"

"Sebastian, do not mock me. You know what you did wrong. You drove me out of London so you can have it all for yourself."

"Now that is how it works; you cannot have two Masters and that you do know."

"I was there first."

"And I am the oldest."

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Then from next to me, I hear the voice of my beloved raise above those of Lestat and me, "God, is this a pissing contest? Can you make up? I do want to go home."

"My dear Anastasia," I immediately stop him before he says another word and make my request. "I do warn you not to refer to my beloved as dear. Her name does need to be dirtied from your foul mouth."

"Then I shall say, Anastasia, you are not making it out here alive. I am claiming what is mine and getting out of this place."

And if I think that my beloved has not lost her mind completely, she informs Lestat, "Then you shall claim your grave for I do believe there is one held for you in the catacomb.

Yes, she did indeed say that. Now I wish she did not, for it has only infuriated this already crazed man. But lucky for me, the very clever cab drive that is now casually playing with his gun, and might I add the safety is still on, he has taken his eyes off us and also neglected to search us for any weapons. It is with a rather satisfied smile, well an inner one for Lestat knows me rather well to know that I am up to no good.

So I find myself cutting through the ropes that, which is probably the only skill our cab driver has; he did tie quite a mean knot, but I am happily cutting my way through it. Completely oblivious, Lestat is having his own pity party, not knowing what is about to come his way. I will as always take what is his, and this time it shall be his life.

But then I am thrown with a completely new cliffhanger, in steps another rather a monstrosity of a cab driver through the door. Now that is a man that I would not like to take me anywhere. That is beside the point; he has in front of him the very unfortunate prisoners, which I really do find odd, but with him is the Windchaser boys. Now how he managed to tie them up, that I do not know for not even I can come remotely close to any one of them.

Then there is a question that begs, and do I dare to answer. I am finding this whole hunt here rather strange now. There must be more than this. There is something that does not quite make sense, but I cannot ask the boys as they seem to have a sock stuck in their mouths. This does make me chuckle, once again only but to myself inside. Though the look in their eyes clearly wants to tell me a story.

A story that well, I hope they do not find if I invade the privacy of their mind, but the damn clever Windchaseer have over years of experience learned how to block their mind off, whether intentionally or just by pure habit.

So I find myself in a rather bad predicament. I have cut my ropes and are very much ready to take Lestat on, but I need someone to help me with these idiotic cab drivers. Though next thing I hear that very steel door open to a screeching pain, and in steps what is most definitely a woman for I know the clear sound of stilettos.

And am I surprised.