Living with Lestat and Louis {Revamp}

Chapter ~1~ {Revamp}

The air is thick and muggy my long black curly hair stuck to my forehead as I pulled up the long skirts of my black and purple dress. The bodice was tight due to the corset, the black material which laid underneath a thin purple cloth my shoes clicked on the cobblestone of Old Port where many come to gamble and drink the day away one of the most frequented pubs at this port was called the Alcove this s where I worked at was mainly one for men and woman of color which also doubled as a brothel.

The street leading to the pub was dark and wet the smell of old fish and liquor hung in the air, as I turned the corner of a narrow ally way and hit the chest of a man I stumbled back. Catching myself on a nearby wall keeping my head hung low at how embarrassing it was to run smack into someone.

"I'm so sorry sir!" I said timidly.

"It's not a problem little missy." He mused his voice was rough.

I nodded and looked up to see the man he had a long beard his skin was white his eyes were brown. Behind him was another man with the same rugged look. Their eyes widened at the sight of me, before I could question them I felt the wind being knocked out of my chest due to the impact of being shoved into the brick wall behind me I gasped and the bearded man held me to the wall with the back of his hairy forearm pressed into my neck. A knife in his other hand was pressed into my waist, I held my breath in my throat as the other man closed in on me their eyes wild and flaming.

"I can't believe it! It's her! We've been looking for you, missy!" The man holding me exclaimed as if I was a fish caught on his hook I felt my stomach turn, this situation had me on edge and his breath stunk of booze.

"Yeah, smart of you hiding down here in a shithole!" His friend jeered I scrunched my nose at their foul-smelling breath.

"What are you talking about?" I implored. The man pressed his forearm harder into my neck my breathing became labored due to the pressure on my windpipe.

"Your eyes are all over wanted posters up and down the coast! We're gonna get big money for your eyes!" He laughed and dug the knife into the thick cloth of my corset causing me to wince.

"Now let's just rip those pretty eyes right out of your head!" He said removing the knife from my side and bringing the shining metal to the moonlight.  I began to struggle his cohort held my arms to my side.

"Come on, man! Do it! Stick the bitch!"

"Someone help me!" I screamed the men began to wrestle me to the ground the black-haired man held my arms down as the other man climbed on top of me holding the knife close to my face.

In a gust of wind, the man was off of me and a tall angel with blond hair and grey-blue eyes held him by the throat his mouth against his neck the man let out a deep grunt then his body went still. The man was dropped to the ground.

"What the hell?" The other man said in fear and stood and turned to run but, bumped into the chest of another angel with brown hair and bright green eyes.

"Go on, Louis! Take him!" The blond commanded. The black-haired angel pinned the man to the wall and his mouth was at his neck. Soon the man was also dropped to the ground.

I pushed my back against the wall. My eyes darted between the bodies of my attackers and the angelic forms of my saviors. I was perplexed, what had these men done to the others? Why had they decided to help me? What did those men want out of me? Well actually I knew what they wanted, I have always known that one day I would be pursued for the very thing that led to the death of my entire family. Images of my village on fire the sounds of screaming, the image of a man just as beautiful as the men that saved me; standing over the bodies of my mother and father. I was so deep into my thoughts I barely registered that the man with blond hair stood in front of me.