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same energy

you are beautiful and you are alone

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Someone, please make an au of this

THE DE LIONCOURT SISTERS

Female Louis

"Lestat you out in five minutes"

Copying mannerisms/Like Father Like Daughter

My Dear Claudia, My child My daughter My angel my Everything

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Iqveflicker: Instagram ( I edit the audio thou)

This diva

There are two wolves inside you. One is employed, and the other posts iwtv fanart on Tumblr 💔

This works both ways

Just a little sum I wrote on Wattpad don’t know if I’ll keep the story it’s called fatal I’ll drop more if I decide to continue but I feel like it’s trash 

Enjoy!

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(Manman - Creole for mother)

''The recorder's starting if you would like to start Ms. LeBlanc ?"

I was born in Ethiopia as was my mother and my father a colored New Orleans man who decided that he'd vacation in Ethiopia and decided to stay when he met my mother. They got married and had me, Anaji LeBlanc I was their pride and joy I had a colorful childhood it was full of life, loving parents, peace, and that was my favorite pastime sad part about,

A rich white man named Clint came to town that was very highly fond of my mother and not to wild about the idea of her having a husband and so much less child, he came by one night while he assumed we were all sleeping except I wasn't, I heard it all, he had been sneaking around with my mother. And that night was the night was the night they decided to kill my father and I saw the whole thing something no child should ever see that whole moment changed my life forever. When I turned eighteen my new "father'' decided to move us to New Orleans because of some dead ambition of my mother's has live wired again and she was hoping to start a clothing shop in the heart of New Orleans, excited because of this newfound wealth she acquired she was willing to spend it on anything and my stepfather was willing to do it all just to see her happy.

But what about my happiness?

Three years had gone by, and I was finally twenty, and couldn't wait to be free of my parents, specifically my mother she wasn't the same way she was before we came here, she was soft and attentive towards me but know I'm the last thought on her mind. As if I didn't watch her and Clint murder my father and in the back of my mind I wonder if I was going to be part of that plan. Maybe mother stopped him? or she just figured she'd dump me off somewhere, but no I persisted and its eating at her every day and its shows. They were finally making a life for themselves out here and I was just the third wheel, my life felt like it started without me and left me in its ashes but here I was feeling like I was the problem in my own life.

Maybe I was the problem .. or was I?, if I didn't exist would my mother's life be easier, would my father still be living, would I know what I was made for, or what the world had waiting for me?

''Hey .. did you hear me girl? put this China in the cabinets and then meet me across the street at the clothing store" My mother says staring at me blankly before sauntering off out into the streets in her favorite Victorian dress that matched the lavish decor and fine China.

Watching her leave I carefully take the China in my hands and walk over to the kitchen my mind racing as usual when I do these kinds of thing being treated like a maid by my own mother when we have five of them already. It felt as if she did these things to taunt me, like she had all these shiny new toys and didn't need me to entertain her anymore I out lived my usefulness to her my usefulness of being her daughter.

'' Manman not very kind today I see?" a strange voice echoed through the kitchen it was smooth like silk and sound like the sun would on a cold day

"Ah! Can I help you Mr ?" Looking the strange man from head to toe he was well dressed and he smelled like money, just by the looks of him i could tell he was well educated and thought very highly of himself

"I do .. and thank you i like to take time in my appearance as should others .." he says giving me a brief once over i was clothed in a plain blue dress practically baggy i refused to wear the things i was given only because my Clint tried to buy my happiness as well

"I-i didn't say anything what are you some kinda voodoo man?" I frown before I could finish Clint came stomping down the stairs holding his pocket watch with a big grin on his face and he only looked this way when he knew his client had lots of cash.

''Well Lestat de Lincourt! I see you've met my stepdaughter Anaji" he said pretending to care that I existed he gestured over to me with his hand Lestat tilted his head as we remained to lock eyes,he was examining me from the inside out.

This Lestat made my skin do things not so pleasing, I squirm under his gaze not breaking my eye contact with his unusual pale eyes something about him was off but also enticing. His golden hair and smug demeanor made him alluring and by the looks of the smirk on his face he knew that too and that trick from a moment ago he knew what I was thinking, it could be voodoo but he looks to classy for that, maybe it's just my lack of sleep.

"Yes she's been marvelously accommodating so far .. and what a beauty she is" he says it rolled off of his tongue in slow motion he smiled slickly at me before turning up the stairs in one swift step the smell of a sweet soft like powder staining the air.

I was left speechless standing there holding the fine China in my hands tightly like it was going to walk away from me, that was the first time I ever heard a man called me beautiful and he said it's so sincerely like he could see my insecurity's as plain as day.

Did he call me beautiful or am I losing my hearing?

I shook my head at the breif encounter with Sir Lestat and finshed packing another thing my mother was replacing me with, Gathering the ends of my worn dress I scurry over to the clothing store the bell jingling as I push the heavy glass/wooden door open. I would say that I hate it the interior decorating, but it would be a lie. My mother did have a sense for fashion that I didn't know she was capable of having. The velvet red carpets swirl along the winding stairs and the matching poofs sit idley in between the long mirrors,by the window.

"Uh finally girl .. what took you so long, you know what don't even tell me you'll be here for closing you know what to do make sure the fabrics are folded, stacked,and packed away, and don't forget to do it all with smile" my mother says sarcastically to me and she giggles behind her custom fan.

"Again ? How can I have life when all I do is YOUR job ?" I say the last part under my breath because no matter how much I wanna speak back I can't

" Yes again you need to do somethin ... you need to pull your weight around here you've been nothing but a weight around my neck and Clint's" she says rubbing her hand gently over her diamond necklace

I roll my eyes and slip behind the counter my hand underneath my chin as I rest my arm on the counter I was learning to tune her out and it got on her nerves.

" There you go again not listening to me. You know what girl I'm wasting my time speaking to you. Lock up when done."she says running away from the problem as she usally did

Before I can speak she saunters back over to the front door, leaving me in charge of the store once more for the fifth night in a row. I preferred being in here alone anyways not wanting to hear her voice all night badgering me about my appearance and why she didn't want to be seen with me or why Clint didn't want to be seen with me as his daughter. How much of a disgrace I was and how she should have left me to rot with my father.

And for some strange reason deep down, I've always thought she was right about that. Maybe she should've left me with my father. Maybe she should've went through with her plan and taking me out to.

I wanted it more than anything.

Hours fly by and the Neworleans life kicks up girls from the brothel have come in buying pretty dresses, lingerie, jewelry to wear for the mean of there choice dressing themselves up like gifts to be unwrapped. Then out they go again, to live there life's like there's no tommrow just to wake up and do it all again. Was I jealous? maybe I couldn't help but think of all the other possibilities I could've had in my life if I wasn't where I was, if I wasn't who I was. The only too people ive know made me hate myself and I was tierd of it but I didn't know what to do about it, who to talk to about it, who understood what I was going through.

Untill him.

A sudden jingle of the bell went off as the shop door closed sound of a cane tapping aginst the marble floor made my thoughts cease and the room felt like it was at a stand still. The stranger from earlier Lestat stood before me with a mischievous grin on his face, again like he knew what I was thinking. His pale eyes scan the room with his nose upturned as he practically glided across the floor. He stopped infort of the counter our eyes never leaving eacothers, he placed his smooth looking hands down close enough to graze against my skin.

(Oh my little dove)

"Tsk tsk tsk .. oh ma petite colombe you so desperately need me" he says sending shiver down my spine some how he was leaned over the counter top without me noticing him moving an inch

My body was at a stand still like I couldn't move,couldn't breath, it felt like he had me under a spell and I was at his mercy just my luck for something like this to happen to me.But part of me wasn't fighting it either something about this man made me feel wanted.

And in that moment I knew he was diffrent, he was no magic man,he was gonna be the death of me,a problem, and I was staring to like the thought of the danger.

Happy Valentine's Day!))