He grabbed my by the throat and threw my across the room, I landed and shattered a rather familiar glass coffee table. Glass all over and in different places I sat up and groan.
“That hurt.” I murmured
“Theres more for you now mon chéri.” He lifted me up till I wasn’t touching the floor at all and again flung me across the room. I was at Marius’s feet who helped me up and again transported me up the stairs.
“Go quickly down that corridor get to the stairs and go up. It leads to the roof.” I took off as fast as I could after being flung around the room, I was dizzt and sort of breath, something had snapped. I made it to the stairs and heard Marius and Lestat screaming at each other. This wasn’t exactly how I pictured my death but at least it wasn’t as boring as I thought it was going to be. I pushed open the door to the roof and was hit by the cold wind that whipped across the roof, just breathing it in hurt. I didn’t know what to do now, I was stood on a roof wearing the dress from my play, I felt like a complete idiot and I was getting colder and weaker by the minuet. It wouodnt take a lot to finish my off now. The door to the roof flew open and stood there was Lestat looking pissed off and scary.
“This should be fun, you have been a thorn in my side for far to long Morgana and its time to remove you.”
He flew at me and forced me to the floor.
“This will be your final minuets, anything to say.”
I smirked, if your going go with a band right?
“You’re a bitch” I muttered, I felt blood drip from the side of my mouth, obvioulsy that thing that broke was a rib and it was now sticking into my lung.
“What?” He asked in disbelif
“You,” I coughed, “Are A Bitch! So bite me bitch!”
He gorwled and then everything seemed to slow down, his head fell back for a second then came plumiting down to my neck. His fangs pierced my skin and I screamed out. I did try to pull away no matter how useless I knew it was, I screamed again as he pulled out and plunged his fangs into a new part of my neck, I was so weak now I didn’t even fight darkness ate away at the corners of my eyes and everything felt heavy. I was dieing and apart from my neck being ripped open I was ok. I heard a sickening pop as he drove his fangs once again into my neck my heart beat slowed in my chest and he pulled away from me.
“You were a worthy adversery my dear, but you are mortal I am not your death was unavoidable. Goodnight Mon Chéri.”
As he said that my eye lids finally closed and I felt my heart beat one last time before total darkness and no more feeling.
And that my friends is my story, you wonder how I wrote this right, I maybe dead but that doenst mean my story couldn’t be told. I died but my unfinished business was my story. A willing host was all that was needed so it could be known to the world so there you have it my tale and my final words. I think they were some pretty good final words if you ask me. Don’t think about my story too much there probably isnt much chance of it happening to you so sleepy easy and finally goodnight
