After an initial kiss, in which he explored the depths of my mouth with his tongue, I was immediately wanton… I wanted more of his kisses… after another kiss, I realized what I was doing - that was when I tried to resist. He had considerable strength; he easily subdued me and pinned me to the bed. He kissed me softly and then sunk his teeth into my neck and drank from me- I did not want him to stop- I could tell it was hard for him to stop, but he did. He told me that he wanted to keep me with him forever and ever- that was why he drank my blood- and that was why I drank your blood Salomé; I want to keep you with me, inside me forever and ever… You too, will soon be immortal. We can make love till the end of time… just you and me.”
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were to be together forever, then where is this blonde man?” “His plantation is along the river. Why do you ask?” he asked, eyeing me suspiciously. I did not want Myles to know that the thought of this older vampire doing to me what he done to him excited me, but it did. The thought of him making love to me was pure ambrosia to my senses. “What does he look like?” I asked, wanting to picture him in my mind. “He is about six feet tall with blonde curly hair that comes to about his shoulders; he is very vain about it,” Myles eyes took on a dreamy appearance. “His eyes are gray but often appear blue or violet when he is around those colors. He has a well-shaped mouth… very sensuous… always very sensuous.” “Hmm, sounds like you are describing yourself except for the height and hair color. Are you two still lovers?” “We meet from time to time,” said Myles, still suspicious of my interest. “Can we go there- we can stay with him… Louis will think I was stolen away. After a while, he will stop looking for me. I can change the way I look. Change my hair, my way of dress- it won’t be hard to stay hidden from him.” “Maybe…” said Myles. “If that is truly your wish, we will leave as soon as the sun goes down.” I helped him from the tub, and then toweled his slender body dry, my hands exploring him as I did. He had not a blemish one; his skin was pure perfection… I took him in my mouth to arouse him. We made passionate love, but he did not drink from me, and I wanted him to. I wanted him to complete the process; I wanted to be an immortal like him- I wanted to stay forever young and viral and not grow old and wrinkled. As he slept, I traced the curve of his bicep with my finger and watched the pulsing of the vein in his throat- I could feel the hunger growing. When the sun began its downward descent into the western sky, Myles and I slipped from my townhouse and into a waiting carriage; we headed toward the heart of the city. The small bag I carried held only a few necessities- I determined to leave everything I owned so that Louis would think me stolen away on one of the ships that came and went with the river’s rise and fall. When our carriage passed Antoine’s restaurant a man standing by the entrance caught my attention- by his stance, Boudreaux immediately entered my mind; I suddenly remembered that we were to meet there for supper. When we were nearer and I raised my eyes upward, his eyes met mine- I saw anger spread across his handsome features when he saw that I was with Myles. I quickly looked away; I did not want to see his reaction when our carriage did not stop. Thirty-Five As usual, when darkness descends, the city comes to life. Clusters of carriages travel Rue Saint Louis. Many are headed to Antoine’s or other fine restaurants, some, like ours, maybe leaving the city. Seeing Boudreaux waiting for me in front of Antoine’s caused other feelings to stir… what am I doing- why am I running away. Do I truly want to do this? Do I? Indecision could be the death of me. As if he could read my mind, and maybe he could, Myles took my hand and gazed into my eyes; I felt him trying to mesmerize me. Quickly, I turned away from him to gaze out the window; he was not going to do to me what I did to Louis! If I am to escape, I need to be able to outwit him; I need to pay attention to where we are going! The carriage turned right onto Canal Street. We are headed away from the river- I thought he said the plantation was along the river. Next, we turn right onto South Rampart- there are several large plantations along Rampart; I saw them when I searched for the red-haired vixen’s house. Boudreaux’s apartment is near Rampart; have we passed it yet? Surely, we have, the houses are growing further apart and fog has begun to roll in as we travel deeper into the bayou. “Are you afraid of me now, Chéri? I sense you wanting to run away… one could become lost in the bayous and never found…” “I am not afraid of you, Myles; I’m just not sure that this is what I want to do; at least, not yet. You haven‘t completed the process.” “This was your idea, Salomé.” “Yes, I know that!” “You may rest assured that I want to finish the process. As I said, I want to keep you with me forever. However, I know that when it was done to me, I was not ready. I did not know what was happening until it was too late… I am giving you something that wasn’t given me, Chéri; I am giving you a choice, a say in the matter.” “Why would you do that?” “The man I told you about, I did not quite tell all… Actually, I lied to you about some things; he is no longer with us.” “Why would you do that, and why is he not with us?” “Several months ago, when I first met you outside Marie’s cottage- you and I had an instant attraction to one another… I had never experienced that before that night. I wanted you more than I have ever wanted anything or anyone. After we lay together, I realized what he had taken from me. Not only did he take my soul, he took any chance of me having a normal life… After I lay with you, I went to him- I wanted to see if he could make me feel what you made me feel; he failed terribly… When I realized that, I drove a stake through his heart as he slept. I don’t want you to have to drive a stake through mine when you change your mind and it is too late.” “Then you will take me back to the city if I want to go?” “Yes, of course. While I was incapacitated, you could have finished what your husband started, but you showed mercy.” “It was not mercy, Myles- it was lust. Sexually, you excite me more than anyone ever has; however, I am not sure I want to be one of the undead… I want to smell food and have my mouth water from the aroma- taste it and be satisfied after the rumble in my stomach ceases. I want to see flowers, smell them, and the moss on cypress trees with the sun shining on them- I want to feel the sun’s heat on my skin… From what I understand, if I choose to go with you, those pleasures will forever be lost to me.” “Yes, you are right. I have not experienced those pleasures, in years. I eat, but cannot taste- drink, yet my thirst goes unquenched- except blood, it sustains me physically. I cannot go out into the light of day… Sex is the only thing that I truly get enjoyment from- that is why I relish it so much.” “How old are you, Myles?” “I will forever be twenty-two years, three months, and four days young- Lébeau, the man I told you about, whose name was quite fitting because he was so beautiful to look at… claimed to be eight hundred and twenty years old; can you imagine being around for that many years Chéri… Sometimes, when I think of that, I wish I were truly dead; that someone would do to me what I did to him. I cannot fathom living that long without experiencing the pleasures of the flesh.” “Don’t say that- quickly, take it back. You are too beautiful to die. One day you will find a woman like yourself that you can love… and, you and I can still be together occasionally- who knows, maybe one day I will change my mind.” “Yes, maybe- no, Chéri, you still do not understand. We bloodsuckers only feel human emotions when we are physically connected with people who are still alive. I was being selfish; I wanted you to remain as you are now, for all eternity… I want you all to myself. If I feed from you again, it will change you, transform you to one of us. The sex will not matter as it does now - for even though we will both be supreme beings, there will be no enjoyment for either of us. For it to be truly enjoyable, a supreme being must mate with a human.” The carriage slowed and turned onto a wide driveway. As we neared the river, the fog became heavier. I realized that while we were talking I had not paid attention to where we were going. The fog was so dense that I could not see very far on either side. About a hundred feet from the main road, I see a small fence enclosed graveyard on the right of the driveway; it contains one single, tall, obelisk shaped headstone in the center of it. Myles was looking that way, too. “That is where I buried his bones,” said Myles, his tone somewhat sad. “His epitaph reads, ‘Lébeau - The Beautiful’ (“I never knew his first name,” said Myles) I could not read Myles expression or his mood, and I was not sure I wanted to. He then continued. “Beneath this stone lies a thief of souls, a stealer of life. May he rot in Hell- I hope he is rotting in Hell,” said Myles, turning his attention toward the front of the carriage. “We have arrived.” “I thought you were taking me back to the city,” I said, feeling a little nervous. “Don’t fret, Chéri, I am not going to keep you against your will. I want to show you this place - it has stood here well over two hundred years.” When we alit from the carriage, I gazed around.
Undoubtedly, we were at a lower elevation; I could tell we were deep in Bayou Lafourche and not right on the river. The guttural grunts of alligators and frogs filled the night air. The fog had lifted to near the top of the trees and moonlight filtered through the fog. Giant oaks surrounded a huge whitewashed stone mansion that glowed in the filtering moonlight. The limbs of the oaks were so heavily burdened with moss and age that they swept downward, nearly touching the ground. There were six huge Corinthian columns across the front of the house that reached at least twenty-five feet in height and had to be six feet in diameter. Eight, eight-foot tall windows, four on either side of the large double doors, were evenly spaced across the front along the veranda.
Myles turned toward me, his expression expectant; I knew he was waiting for me to say something about the plantation.
“It’s beautiful,” I said, “very ornate…” I thought of Louis’ Labelle and Boudreaux’s Duparc, this home rivaled those by its sheer size.
“Wait until you see the inside,” Myles replied, taking my elbow and guiding me onto the veranda toward the front door. When he opened it and ushered me in, I do not know what I expected, but it was not such
opulence. Gold gilded objects filled every corner of the large foyer; a gold-trimmed statuette sat atop a table near the stairway. Carved, gilded, large crown molding trimmed the ceiling; cherubs graced the corners. A picturesque scene painted on the ceiling drew my eyes upward. When Myles saw me look upward, he spoke, saying that Lébeau told him that he commissioned Francois Boucher to paint the ceiling murals. When he saw that I did not know of whom he spoke, he said that Boucher was a famous artist. The wide, wooden stairway that curved gracefully up to the second floor, even had such gold gilding on the newels and along the top of the hand railing.
Things that you need to know about the city of New Orleans. This is the biggest city in the state of Louisiana. It is also known for jazz music. It has a basketball team called the New Orleans Hornet and a football team called New Orleans Saints. New Orleans has lots of things to see and to do. Like Mardi Gras it is a parade that’s held in New Orleans. I will be talking about New Orleans early settlement, traditions, culture, weather, lifestyle, closing, and works cited.
She closed her eyes slowly, tuning the harpies out. When she opened them, she gazed up at the ceiling, tracing the high, arcing beams that came together in a beautiful golden rosette. The church her mother-in-law had chosen for her departed son’s service was an old one, with timber walls, huge, multi-paneled stained-glass windows and enough golden gild that put together, could probably rival the weight of the Charging Bull on Wall Street.
Deep in the American South lies a swamp so vast, so diverse, so mysterious, perspective changes its very nature. The appeal of this swamp, the Okefenokee Swamp, as an inspiration for writers lies not only in its mystery, but also its many faces. Describing the swamp, from its terrain to its inhabitants, authors can bring out its beauty or terror, depending on their purpose. While both Passage 1 and Passage 2 define and describe the Okefenokee Swamp, they differ in their style, intended audience, and general purpose. While Passage 1 attempts to provide an authoritative, objective, and precise description of the swamp, Passage 2 uses descriptive imagery to convey its essence and spirit.
One of the most effective methods that the authors of Passage 1 and Passage 2 employ to paint a picture of their perspective of the swamp is detail. In Passage 1, the Okefenokee Swamp consists of “small islands (called hummocks) surrounded by marshes” and “extensive prairies.”’ Clearly, the author is aiming to portray the swamp to be an area of paradise. It seems to be a peaceful place where one can to become one with nature. Moreover, “Exotic flowers, among them floating hearts, lilies, and rare orchids, abound,” and there exists “abundant wildlife, with about 175 species of birds and at least 40 species of mammals.” Okefenokee Swamp is shown to be filled with pure beauty and nature. As implied by the author, joy and calmness can be easily attained in this ...
One early winter morning, GHS administrators received a call about students skipping classes at the bayou. The landlord, of a nearby apartment complex told administrators that she has seen this same group of boys several times. She expressed her concern for the students as well of patrons of the nearing neighborhoods. Campus police was dispatched to verify the claim, Officer Adams returned with 4 Hispanic males that had in fact been skipping class at the bayou. All 4 young boys admitted to being under the influence of marijuana after failing a neurological exam, performed by the school nurse. About midway through the investigation the lead administrator, Assistant Principal Custer, noticed the continued strength in scent on one of the young
As the time passed, it was clear to both of them that their relationship will not turn into a sexual one, but into something much more profound. He did not want it to be compromised by carnality. The urgent appetite they felt for each other could not be satisfied by mere adhesion to lust. They had to deal with their souls, hearts and minds, as well as their bodies.
2.) In both stories the females did overcome their original convictions of the outside world for another. However, in “Beyond the Bayou,” La Folle did so for the sake of a child she deeply cared for. She overcame her own fear of the outside world and the representation she had believed it to be based on an event that happened when she was a little girl. Whereas in “Ma-ame Pelagie,” Ma-ame Pelagie did so for the sake of her sister and inadvertently her niece. She gave up her dream of seeing her family home restored to its former glory all for the sake of making her younger sister happy. Yet, she is still haunted by the past and the dream she gave up; La Folle on the other hand is facing the world beyond her little section of the Bayou with a
The osprey rose, carrying in its claws, pontoon-wise, a silver fish…From invisibility came an eagle. The eagle, with great sweeps and stillnesses of wings, descended upon the osprey…The osprey tried to escape. Then, as if suddenly accepting his defeat, he dropped his fish. Down swooped the eagle…Did a bird’s rage or a bird’s acceptance possess him? (Wilson, 113-114)
If France considers Louisiana however as indispensable for her views she might perhaps be willing to look about for arrangements which might reconcile it to our interests. If anything could do this it would be the ceding to us the island of New Orleans and the Floridas. This would certainly in a great degree remove the causes of jarring and irritation between us, and perhaps for such a length of time as might produce other means of making the measure permanently conciliatory to our interests and friendships. It would at any rate relieve us from the necessity of taking immediate measures for countervailing such an operation by arrangements in another quarter. Still we should consider N. Orleans and the Floridas as equivalent for the risk of a quarrel with France produced by her vicinage. I have no doubt you have urged these considerations on every proper occasion with the government where you are. They are such as must have effect if you can find the means of producing thorough reflection on them by that government. The idea here is that the troops sent to St. Domingo, were to proceed to Louisiana after finishing their work in that island. If this were the arrangement, it will give you time to return again and again to the charge, for the conquest of St. Domingo will not be a short work. It will take considerable time to wear down a great number of souldiers. Every eye in the U.S. is now fixed on this affair of Louisiana. Perhaps nothing since the revolutionary war has produced more uneasy sensations through the body of the nation. Notwithstanding temporary bickerings have taken place with France, she has still a strong hold on the affections of our citizens generally. I have thought it not
I stood there in amazement. A tingle surged throughout my whole body. It was a rush of excitement I had never felt before in my life. When my eyes hit her angelic little body, they froze and I couldn't think or acknowledge anything else around me. The world seemed to stop, hold its place in time, just for that perfect moment. While she slept I stared at this precious little angel. My hands quivered as I slowly reached down to touch her little fingers and feel the softness of her skin. I ran the tips of my fingers very gently across her smooth face, and right away, I fell in love. Then my brother said, "I can wake her up so you can hold her." I was ecstatic, I was finally going to meet her! As I held her, I stared into her gorgeous blue eyes and knew instantly that I would love and cherish her forever with all my heart.
Immersed in a labyrinth of timbers sat a house. Not a soul dared to venture near the decaying exterior, but the one who claimed the eerie dwelling as their own. Some accused the owner of witchcraft, believing a home that demented could not exist without the aid of the supernatural. Most were too petrified to believe in such fantasy, blaming the lethargy and peculiarities of the resident for such an abomination of a home.
I would shut my eyes because I knew what was coming. And before I shut my eyes, I held my breath, like a swimmer ready to dive into a deep ocean. I could never watch when his hands came toward me; I only patiently waited for the harsh sound of the strike. I would always remember his eyes right before I closed my own: pupils wide with rage, cold, and dark eyebrows clenched with hate. When it finally came, I never knew which fist hit me first, or which blow sent me to my knees because I could not bring myself to open my eyes. They were closed because I didn’t want to see what he had promised he would never do again. In the darkness of my mind, I could escape to a paradise where he would never reach me. I would find again the haven where I kept my hopes, dreams, and childhood memories. His words could not devour me there, and his violence could not poison my soul because I was in my own world, away from this reality. When it was all over, and the only thing left were bruises, tears, and bleeding flesh, I felt a relief run through my body. It was so predictable. For there was no more need to recede, only to recover. There was no more reason to be afraid; it was over. He would feel sorry for me, promise that it would never happen again, hold me, and say how much he loved me. This was the end of the pain, not the beginning, and I believed that everything would be all right.
When I was a child I used to be frightened of entering such a place for it seemed so imposing and somewhat dangerous, especially when music was being played. One day, in order to keep a promise I had made, I saw myself forced to enter. It took me quite a while to get the courage to pass through the old oak door, but the moment I stepped in, I realized just how enchanting and breathtaking this building could be. Its fantastic architecture and exquisite frescoes reflect perfectly the unity between this earth and the unseen kingdom of angels in such a manner that one cannot say where one ends and the other begins. The way in which the church was built is also the vivid testimony of a medieval period. Although it is a place that can sometimes be cold and ask for respect it is where prayers are answered and magic is done. An overwhelming feeling of inner harmony takes over you once you enter and God seems much closer. Darkness and light are welded perfectly together creating Redemption’s house. The tower allows you to see the entire town from the smallest river to the biggest building site, offering you its mightiness.
“Words died away, the listening air was very still, the black night waited. In the straining darkness. I felt his body moving with desire, his hands on me were trembling, and I felt my sense opening like a flower to his urgency. I closed my eyes and waited, waited in the darkness while my being filled with a wild, ecstatic fluttering, waited for him to come to
...e river; and the ceiling is not so lofty as it would be in an older house of the same pretension. The windows are open, giving access to a balcony with flowers in pots. If you stand with your face to the windows, you have the fireplace on your left and the door in the right-hand wall close to the corner nearest the windows. )3.1-7)