I love this. "Well fair simple..." I tried to talk with the most careless tone, but then it came to me. A vampire like Lestat, can always read my thoughts. As this came in my mind, he nodded cynically, but I spoke again. "This is a land of no man, I am just a teenager with personality crisis, and a big imagination. I'm a maniac, a disgusting being who dreams to much, in fact this could all be a dream!" I burst, now breaking apart and sitting back in my place. I was tormented by the idea that It could be just an illusion.
I love the part of being a maniac, which is how we probably are, and how she thinks it may all be just a dream or an illusion. It's nice to have Lestat back again, I doubt Anne Rice will continue to write about him; so this is a lovely story to read instead; you've taken the character and managed to mold him into your own story, which is magic.
Okay I only got the chance to read the first chapter, but wow. Its amazing. I don't think I could pick out my favorite lines. They are all amazing. The description is just enough to picture everything, but also giving the reader the chance to imagine something in their mind. Its amazing. I really couldn't say more. Its original too. I love it. And no one else seems to capture "punk" as well as you have. (Or at least in what I've read on mibba) Once I have the chance I will definitily read the other chapters. ♥
You're getting really, really good with pulling me in with your descriptions. xD I could picture the cemetery in my head. Good job! Is the tree you mentioned the one you mentioned in you chat post?
*dances* I like this story. One mistake though.... "Oh your diary is deign of being published chere, A bit to abstract for my taste, but sure captures the scent of a lost teenager who's only ambition is freedom, tré magnific!!" ^ It should be trés magnific Ooooh the things I learn in my language class. Haha