Post by Anoushka bint Amir on Aug 18, 2009 11:14:22 GMT -5
"I'm looking for the tower of learning
I'm looking for the copious prize
I saw it in your eyes what I'm looking for
I saw it in your eyes what I'm looking for..."
The Tower of Learning by Rufus Wainwright.
The year was 1938, and the location was New Orleans. The month of the April has just passed and rain began to pour harder and more frequently, the moist Southern air became thick with humidity and flowers began to spring up everywhere. The sun shone brightly and fed the earth with it's warmth, and it's creatures. All but those who ran in the night with the moon. Not them, they were never granted sunshine or any warmth. Though they did have one flower, the moon flower that retired at dawn and rose at dusk with them. All hues and shades of purple, yellow and white graced the night gardens of those with the dark gift, and Anouk was not an exception. She gently watered the plants that grew on this balcony, tending to them as softly as possible. Her tender yet dead touch gave them life, something she had not seen in 2,000 years.
"Are you coming back to lay down?" A male voice called back to her, with an almost regal tone. He was a visitor of the city, so an accent wasn't heard. Anouk looked back to him, smiling and nodding. She set down the watering can and walked back to him, her fangs coming out.
When she turned to Nathaniel, he was frightened, he attempted to escape but Anouk sped over to him, grabbing him and throwing him down on the velvet ottoman and racing back. She grabbed a fistful of his hair, yanked his neck back and bit down all with amazing speed and precision. She drained him dry, leaving him dead in his own apartment. Kicking him off the ottoman, Anouk stretched out on it and closed her eyes. This had happened again every night, a new human to drink from. It was growing tiresome and trite. She had an idea. Anouk would leave for Paris the next day, a change of scenery is what she needed. Before enjoying herself too much, she realized dawn was rapidly approaching and left the home to return to her own equally beautiful and classic apartment in the city. Opening a secret floorboard door, she climbed into her coffin and slept the day away, but not before alerting her daytime affairs to buy a boat ticket to Paris and arrange for her things to be sent to the city.
When she arrived in Paris, it was incredibly different than the last time she visited, over 60 years ago. The city was lit from head to toe at night, the hustle bustle reminded her of New Orleans.
Anouk felt like a newborn vampire, all these sights, smells and sounds bombarded her senses. Stepping off the train, her things were already being driven to her apartment which resided in the district of Montparnasse, an area flourishing with music and art, much like Montmartre 80 years ago. Anouk, who decided to take up a few rooms in La Ruche would probably be the wealthiest resident there; It was full of poor painters, penniless sculptors and writers. It was a change of pace she needed from the upper-class Creole of New Orleans who still held on to old traditions and snubbed the poor. A car was waiting for her, a young gentleman with a particular attractive scent escorted her into the car and proceeded to drive her to her new home.
"Ainsi comment aimez-vous Paris pour l'instant?"
How are you liking Paris so far?
"Oh, je l'aime! C'est beaucoup mieux que Nouvelle-Orléans, j'ai eu besoin d'un changement."
'Oh, I love it! It's much better than New Orleans, I've been needing a change.'
Anouk spoke with a little shaky accent, but this would be fixed in no time, living with the locals and all.
They spoke the entire time, he comforted her in this new environment but she reassured him
"J'ai été à Paris plusieurs fois, jadis. Je me sens directement à la maison."
I've been to Paris many times, long ago. I feel right at home.
When they arrived to the village, cafe's with candle light and riverside singers lit up the night. Anouk did feel right at home.
I'm looking for the copious prize
I saw it in your eyes what I'm looking for
I saw it in your eyes what I'm looking for..."
The Tower of Learning by Rufus Wainwright.
The year was 1938, and the location was New Orleans. The month of the April has just passed and rain began to pour harder and more frequently, the moist Southern air became thick with humidity and flowers began to spring up everywhere. The sun shone brightly and fed the earth with it's warmth, and it's creatures. All but those who ran in the night with the moon. Not them, they were never granted sunshine or any warmth. Though they did have one flower, the moon flower that retired at dawn and rose at dusk with them. All hues and shades of purple, yellow and white graced the night gardens of those with the dark gift, and Anouk was not an exception. She gently watered the plants that grew on this balcony, tending to them as softly as possible. Her tender yet dead touch gave them life, something she had not seen in 2,000 years.
"Are you coming back to lay down?" A male voice called back to her, with an almost regal tone. He was a visitor of the city, so an accent wasn't heard. Anouk looked back to him, smiling and nodding. She set down the watering can and walked back to him, her fangs coming out.
When she turned to Nathaniel, he was frightened, he attempted to escape but Anouk sped over to him, grabbing him and throwing him down on the velvet ottoman and racing back. She grabbed a fistful of his hair, yanked his neck back and bit down all with amazing speed and precision. She drained him dry, leaving him dead in his own apartment. Kicking him off the ottoman, Anouk stretched out on it and closed her eyes. This had happened again every night, a new human to drink from. It was growing tiresome and trite. She had an idea. Anouk would leave for Paris the next day, a change of scenery is what she needed. Before enjoying herself too much, she realized dawn was rapidly approaching and left the home to return to her own equally beautiful and classic apartment in the city. Opening a secret floorboard door, she climbed into her coffin and slept the day away, but not before alerting her daytime affairs to buy a boat ticket to Paris and arrange for her things to be sent to the city.
When she arrived in Paris, it was incredibly different than the last time she visited, over 60 years ago. The city was lit from head to toe at night, the hustle bustle reminded her of New Orleans.
Anouk felt like a newborn vampire, all these sights, smells and sounds bombarded her senses. Stepping off the train, her things were already being driven to her apartment which resided in the district of Montparnasse, an area flourishing with music and art, much like Montmartre 80 years ago. Anouk, who decided to take up a few rooms in La Ruche would probably be the wealthiest resident there; It was full of poor painters, penniless sculptors and writers. It was a change of pace she needed from the upper-class Creole of New Orleans who still held on to old traditions and snubbed the poor. A car was waiting for her, a young gentleman with a particular attractive scent escorted her into the car and proceeded to drive her to her new home.
"Ainsi comment aimez-vous Paris pour l'instant?"
How are you liking Paris so far?
"Oh, je l'aime! C'est beaucoup mieux que Nouvelle-Orléans, j'ai eu besoin d'un changement."
'Oh, I love it! It's much better than New Orleans, I've been needing a change.'
Anouk spoke with a little shaky accent, but this would be fixed in no time, living with the locals and all.
They spoke the entire time, he comforted her in this new environment but she reassured him
"J'ai été à Paris plusieurs fois, jadis. Je me sens directement à la maison."
I've been to Paris many times, long ago. I feel right at home.
When they arrived to the village, cafe's with candle light and riverside singers lit up the night. Anouk did feel right at home.
