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Vampire Killer
Convention
By Bane
Huntress
Louis
put down the new book he had been reading with a thwump on the
coffee table. He was really getting into it when David walked in
with Merric hot on his tails, they were bickering about something
very loudly, and though half the time he was willing to just sit by
and watch them at it, that was only when he had at least caught the
beginning of the tryst.
This
fight was now reduced to nothing but “IS!”. “ISN’T!”. only
with more words and sentence structure.
He
shook his head, they thought at times he and Lestat were young just
because they happened to look like it, who ever said mortal old age
would bring immortal wisdom? But on that though he didn’t feel he
could bring Marius up on that one.
They
both looked at him as the book landed on the table, their body
language still snarling at one another.
“I
haven’t fed…” he informed them, “I’m going out…” with
that he stood and made for the door, leaving them to their no doubt
petty argument about immortality again, hu! Like they knew anything!
Even if they were both still in their originally mortal bodies
neither would be in the grave yet… Oww was he so… so annoyed…
maybe it was best if he left that one alone.
Before
he got to the door he felt someone brush past him then Lestat, who
had been ensconced in a chair watching him read, reached for the
door handle. “I’m going too… We expect you two to have calmed
down by the time we get back!”
Louis
smiled softly to himself, as he followed his maker out of the
apartment.
Lestat
was waiting for him in the street, his hands on his slender hips as
he looked up and down the street, the ensuing argument between David
and Merric piercing the night air.
“So…
Where are we going?” He asked with a razed brow.
“I’m
going to feed.” He said lightly heading for the most populated
aria of town this time of night, forcing Lestat to follow him
soundlessly.
“You
already fed!” Lestat accused, taking Louis hand and putting it
through his own elbow.
Louis
decided not to protest at this blatant attempt at subtle dominance,
he rather thought he was in a mood for it and also to be good to his
maker who seemed to be in a rare mood tonight, one of those quiet
attentive ones where he would dote on him if Louis let him, and
well, Lestat had been so good and let him do what ever he wanted
without bitching about something or other.
Louis
decided to hummer him, if only to keep his own good mood afloat.
“I have not!” he protested.
Lestat
grinned at him, but for a change it wasn’t mocking or a leer, it
was a grin filled with shared hummer. “You have, I watched you,
some thin woman who didn’t need to wear a bra!” he tutted
dramatically. “So I can guess you still need to feed, she
couldn’t have filled you up at all and I would rather not have to
clean up after your desperate hunger tomorrow!”
Louis
winced, he should have known. Lestat no longer had to hunt every
night and could go month without a kill, so now he watched Louis
instead, almost like he was feeding his own hunger by watching Louis
take his…
That
was something else that had taken him off balance. When Lestat had
finally come back to them he had tried to be as discreet as he could
about his hunger, always slipping out when he awoke, or when the
others were already out. David would cast him a disapproving frown
whenever he saw him, but David had never known the nightly hunger or
the way young veins would burn if the hunger became too strong. But
Lestat had silently appreciated his discretion and for that Louis
had found that he no longer minded too much when he would catch a
glimpse of his maker as he fled, or suddenly find Lestat waiting for
him on a rout he knew he would take, then drag him off to someplace
to look at something… He infact liked it.
“I’m
all right Lestat, I know my own limits.”
He felt
strong marble fingers gently squeeze his own, “I wish I could be
so sure…” nothing but a breath of a whisper but said with such
feeling Louis gasped as he looked at his makers profile.
“You
worry to much…” he said but there was no malice or reproach in
it. “I’ve lived alone long enough to look after myself, There is
nothing more dangerous than Us on these streets…”
Lestat
was about to answer him, his eyes sparkling grey shimmering pools.
But
they were both distracted by a tall dark figure that stepped from
the shadows of an alleyway, who ever it was, was dressed head to
foot in black, as he turned his head to look at them something
silver glinted in his back as the lamp light glistened off his
shades.
He
looked rather dashing, Louis had to admit to himself and he moved
with a grace born of a fighter as he razed his arm smoothly.
There
was a blast and Louis heard Lestat hiss as he jerked back a step.
Louis saw the gun then being aimed at his own chest, instantly
Lestat was there, hissing now in anger as he fussed with something
in his shirt.
“This
was ARMARNI!” Lestat screeched, “And don’t you event think of
doing that again, prick!”
Louis
watched as Lestat then plucked something from the hole in the silk
shit, he held a flat peace of metal up then threw it away with
distaste as he turned on the stranger that just shot him.
“What
the hell give you the right to go round shooting people!”
The
other guys dark forehead creased as he looked at his gun as if it
was broken.
Lestat
began to advance on the guy but before Louis could say anything the
man reached inside his leather coat and threw something over Lestat
that splashed over him onto Louis.
Lestat
hissed again as he quickly retreated wiping his face as he backed
into Louis forcing him back a bit, and again the protective gesture
was appreciated… But then the smell hit him.
“Garlic?”
he wheezed as he pushed Lestat away from him, the smell was
horrendous and it tried to claw its way up his nose.
“My
gods!” Lestat screamed again. His sense of smell more acute. “Is
this ‘pick on the good looking one night?!’ Will you stop it!”
he yelled at the stranger who just stood staring at them. “What is
it next! Wooden staked through the heart? Holy water, Christ!”
Lestat
wrenched off his ruined shirt and flung it aside. “Who the hell do
you think you are!”
The
stranger just kind of took a pose, “Blade…” the name was
rumbled out of the guys throat so gravely and sexy, Louis smiled.
“Blade
who?” Louis asked ignoring Lestat who was glaring.
“Just
Blade… I kill vampires like you two…” Blade rumbled again as
he reached up behind his shoulder then pulled out a rather nasty
looking sword.
“But
you’re a vampire too?” Lestat snapped absentmindedly as he wiped
at his jeans.
Blade
snarled, Louis could feel it now, a subtle crawling through his
mind, less than any other vampire he had encountered before. “You
should get on well with Louis here, he liked killing vampires too,
you have something in common! WHY not start a bloody convention or
something!!”
“Lestat!”
Louis felt his own anger until his maker grinned up at him with a
cheeky smile.
The
sword in Blade’s hands lowered a little as he removed his shades
to stare at him intently. “Your no half bread…” he stated.
Lestat
snorted. “He better not be! I made him with nothing but
perfection.” The proud note in his voice was followed by an almost
predatorily gleam as his grey eyes moved up and down Louis torso.
The
sword came up again and before either of them could do anything,
even Lestat. Blade was on them.
Lestat
knocked Louis to the side as he took a swipe to the shoulder. The
blade cut deep and Lestat grunted in surprise.
Louis
watched as Blade, without turning round, re-sheathed his sword with
perfect grace.
“Are
you all right?” Louis asked as blood cursed down Lestat’s arm,
but as he watched that blood soaked back into his white skin, then
the wound healed once again leaving flawless skin in it’s wake.
“Gods
that stung!” Lestat said manhandling his arm like a child needing
to look at a cut.
Louis
could not remember if Lestat had ever taken an injury that had made
him bleed after the bad business with the Queen… it was almost
shocking to see the one he had thought invulnerable suddenly bleed.
“Your
not dead?” came that voice from behind them.
Lestat
stiffened taken off guard and he pulled Louis behind himself again.
Louis didn’t protest, this was a new suit his maker had bought him
and he wasn’t about to get holes all over it, he didn’t have the
strength to heal so swift and he hated taking more life than those
he needed.
“This
is a silver blade, I shot you with a silver bullet. I covered you
with Holey garlic water… Why are you so stubborn in dieing?” the
man asked, he looked a little unsure of himself and a lot pissed.
“Do I
look like I’ve sprouted fur? Do I have pointy ears and drool?”
Lestat seethed.
Louis
was about to say something about the drooling but a quick look made
him keep his peace.
“You
are Vampires! What new virus is this?” he took a step forwards,
menace oozing from every dark paw. “You will tell me!”
“Do I
look like a Werewolf? And there is nothing you can do to me that
will kill me!” suddenly Lestat changed from wary to confident in
the blink of an eye. “Believe me, I’ve even tried killing myself
most determinedly and as you can see I’m still here! And many have
tried your trick before… they are all now dead… is that not so
Louis?”
Louis
sighed as he felt a small stab of pain. “He has a point, Blade…
We are not as easy as you seem to think.” Then something accrued
to him, after all he had read all Lestat’s trashy paperbacks. “I
believe Armand half heartedly tried… He’s still alive.”
Lestat
spun on him, “Not for long if he keeps pissing me off!”
“But
Lestat!”
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Blade
watched the two vampires turned and started bickering with one
another, it looked rather heated the way they were snarling at one
another but even he had seen the way the taller blond one had subtly
protected the shorter dark haired one.
But the
shorter of the two stank of fresh blood, he had fed this night no
doubt, but the blond was a mystery, his sent wasn’t so strong and
almost stale. He had also deflected all his attacks and then not
disintegrated when he had cut him, infact healed from it?
He had
no doubt that Whistler had been nothing but thura with his arsenal.
He was
at a complete loss as what to do now, he had killed all the vampire
that had fled to this city with ease. These two were not his pray,
but Vampires non the less so he had to kill them.
But the
comment about the dark haired one being a Vampire Killer had sparked
his interest, His slim frame didn’t look much in the way of strong
and he didn’t look very threatening with his fine featured and
pretty constitution. But Blade could feel his strength, even if it
was dwarfed by the blonds.
Blade
looked up from his mulling to suddenly see the blond one push the
other againced a shops window and began kissing him most
passionately.
“HEY!”
Blade wasn’t really surprised that these two were obviously
lovers, but it was another thing to start necking when he was trying
to kill them, he had to admit it did nothing for his warrior’s
ego.
The
shorter one, Louis, pushed the other away then slapped him hard
across the face as he turned smiling towards him.
Blade
couldn’t stop the grin that forced his lips apart as the blond
hopped about holding his check.
“We
mean you no harm Blade.” Louis said holding out his hand. “And
if you could stop from trying to kill us, why don’t you come with
us, I believe there is a decent movie on tonight?”
Blade
found himself shaking Louis hand, “Umm…” He couldn’t
remember the last time he had gone to the cinema. “I guess I
could?” What the hell was he doing! He had a hard ass image to
keep up and now he was going to the cinema with a couple of queer
vampires that he couldn’t kill? If the world suddenly turned
upside-down and he fell off he wouldn’t be very surprised, he was
just grateful that his friend wouldn’t see him, or the vampires he
HAD come here and killed.
“Louis!”
the blond, Lestat, whinnied. “I wanted to go to a club!”
“We
can do that after Lestat!”
Blade
didn’t see the fist coming towards his face before Louis’s hand
was around Lestat’s wrist mere inches from his chin.
He
blinked at the clenched fist, Ok, so respect to both of them they
were fast, faster than anything else they had encountered before.
“Lestat
for crying out loud! Play nice for once on your life!” Louis
snapped.
Lestat
backed off grudgingly as Louis gestured for Blade to walk besides
him.
Blade
easily fell into step with the shorter guy, maybe he could talk this
one into helping him hunt down the Vampires that were the bane of
this earth? Something said he could trust this one.
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Blade
had never laughed so much as they walked down the street teaming
with young drunken mortals.
Before
going to the cinema they had stopped off at a clothes shop so that
Lestat could get some new clothes, they had broken in easily and
Louis had let Lestat pick out his own clothes then casually told him
what he thought about his choice. They had been there for a good
hour with Lestat fuming and throwing clothes on and off at Louis
will, Blade had even joined in handing Lestat a hideous Hawaiian
orange shirt.
But
finally they left with Lestat in a casual black velvet pullover type
thing and tight fitting black jeans. Blade had seen Louis pick both
out as soon as they entered then keep them back until the last
seconded of the others patience.
Then
they had gone to watch an old movie but one that never seemed to
loose it’s edgy, Monty Python’s Holy Grail, Blade had succumbed
to the stupid hummer when his two associates had sat there in
helpless giggles and he had joined in feeling quite at easy for the
first time in years.
Louis
sat down on a wall of a razed flowerbed and Blade joined him as
Lestat pranced about with a gaggle of youths outside a nightclub
where the loud music thumped onto the street.
“Don’t
worry about him.” Louis suddenly said.
Blade
had been watching Lestat with a weary eye, however much he had come
to like these two he wouldn’t let them kill anyone.
When he
looked at Louis, his dazzling green eyes were filled with a weary
smile.
“He
doesn’t have to feed much anymore.” Louis said without
prompting. “Something happened to him and even when he does have
to feed he only takes those that have killed or hurt others, I guess
it’s some kind of justice.” He shrugged as his eyes looked over
at Lestat, filled with pride and a little of something close to
hurt.
“What
about you?” Blade couldn’t help but rumble. Those eyes fixed on
him then looked away quickly, Long fingers clenched each other.
“I’m
not strong enough yet to go a night without feeding.” The voice
was very hushed and Blade could hear the regret in it as his own
blood ran cold.
“I’ve
tried but it’s no good, I embraced what I was a long time ago.”
He sighed.
“Regret?”
Blade muttered, he had never encountered that in an immortal before,
it sounded like Louis didn’t not like his lot in life. “You did
not choose this life?” He had come across those before that had
been dragged un-choosing into this Vampire existence, but never met
one that had regretted it.
Louis
shrugged again, “I said yes at the time all to willing…” he
looked up again and fixed his eyes on Lestat laughing with some
pretty snit of a mortal girl. “But Lestat had almost killed me and
I was fevered and not altogether thinking straight.”
“He
made you against your will?” Blade could hear the anger in his
own voice and forced it down.
Louis
smiled at him then, “He was still young himself at the time and
confused as well as being rejected by someone he respected, but he
did love me, only it took a long time to figure that out, for both
of us.” He smiled and waved at Lestat who waved back before
turning to his flock of admirers.
“But
your still with him?”
Louis
chuckled, “He did everything to keep me with him, but I left non
the less… Much happened to both of us before we found each other
again, he keeps pulling stupid stunts that leaves us apart, but I
think those wild days might be over now…”
Something
in Blades mind was trying to put this information into something
that he recognised… “Why?” he asked instead.
“Because
I told him I loved him.” Louis grinned. “and for a change I said
it in the context that he wanted to hear.”
“But
you still feed ever night?” Blade mused, getting back to his
original line of inquiry.
Louis
looked away again. “Even thought Lestat has offered me his
stronger blood so that I would not have to kill..”
”You can do that?!” Blade interrupted, he knew vampires could
feed off one another, and bad guys were always after his blood for
one reason or another, this was a new one.
“Yup,”
“So
why don’t you? If it means feeding like he does.”
Another
regretful smile. “Because to do so would mean I would be like
him… I still have the choice to end my existence if I wanted.”
“Even
if you have to kill ever night?” Blade couldn’t comprehend this
thinking?
“Even
if it means I have to kill every night.” Louis repeated. “You
heard him earlier, He couldn’t even kill himself, the thought of
going on into eternity sometimes seems a little to much…”
Blade
saw the regret in his friends eyes and for a moment he had a stab of
understanding.
“Louis?”
Blade
looked up to see Lestat stood before the smaller vampire, his tone
and posture nothing but silent compassion. The feeling he saw in the
blonds eyes was something he never saw much in their kind.
“Louis,
what’s wrong?… Is this guy bothering you?”
Hard
grey eyes fixed on Blade and he grinned right back.
“It’s
nothing Lestat, he’s just trying to understand us, I don’t think
we are much like the kind of Vampires he’s used too.”
There
was an understatement.
Blade
was just about to say something when he felt another Vampire. Then
screaming as someone ran down the street then passed them, a blond
girl quickly on the vampire heals.
They
all looked at each other then said in tandem.
“Nothing
to do with me!”
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Lestat
kept one step ahead of Louis and his new friend as they followed the
girl and the vampire.
She was
fast for a mortal but he couldn’t read her mind, nor that of the
strange vampires.
He knew
Louis didn’t like young vampires being in the same town as himself
anymore, something he had no doubt picked up of Armand.
The
young vampire bounded over the fence to the Park and Lestat could
feel more weak vampires waiting for him.
The
girl was running into an ambush, one that he wanted to see, then
pick of the weaklings himself when they had dealt with the girl.
They
all came to a stop just on the edge of a flat grass clearing; the
young vampire stopped and turned grinning at his follower.
Then
about six other vampires sprang out on her.
Lestat
grinned as he pulled Louis back, he could feel her strength, after
all she had kept pass with a vampire, she looked like she knew what
she was doing.
Before
the others could get to her, she wrenched a wooden stake from her
coat and stabbed it into the chest of the one she had been chasing
and with the blink of an eye he screamed then disintegrated as she
spun on the others.
“Now
that’s what YOU were supposed to do.” Blade commented mildly as
he also watched on with mild interest.
“Sorry
to disappoint you.” Lestat shot back as the girl took another
vampire out with her bit of wood.
She was
good he had to admit, she was fast and sure of her targets. Before
to long she had dispatched them all, then stood there brushing
vampire dust from her coat and not looking all to pleased.
Louis
finally wrenched his arm free and walked up to her, Lestat was
interested to see what she would do when faced with a Vampire that
wouldn’t go down so easy. Blade was about to follow but he laid a
hand on his arm and put a finger againced his lips. One dark brow
razed then a pure white grin appeared. Lestat knew this guy had a
sense of hummer lurking in there somewhere, and he had learned from
experience they weren’t as easy as he had first thought.
“Excuse
me miss… Are you all right?” Louis enquired.
The
girl spun, stake razed to take him in the chest when she made eye
contact she stilled.
Louis
looked shocked, then he smiled and moved the stake away from his
chest.
“I
think I can take that as a yes?”
“Who
are you?” she asked, her voice wary. “You are a vampire
right?”
Louis
bowed slightly, “Regrettably, yes I am.”
“Then
I guess that means I have to kill you then!” she snapped looking a
little put out.
“You
can try!” Lestat could stand in the shadows no longer, after all
she had just threatened Louis life, and that just wasn’t on!
She
watched him approach with narrowed eyes, “Your another one right?
Got anymore friends loitering about out there?”
“Only
one.” Lestat said as he came alongside Louis, then he felt Blade
come up on his other side.
“Only
three?” she asked, her voice oozing cocky youthful sarcasm.
“Shouldn’t be a problem, shell we get started? Or are you
planning on waiting till I die of old age?”
“We
don’t wish to hurt you.” Louis said softly.
“Good
cause I mean to hurt you!” she smiled sweetly brandishing her
stake again.
“Ok…
So before you kill us.” Lestat said off hand. “At least let us
know who our killer is.”
“My
names Buffy!” she said as if it was meant to strike fear into
their souls. Needless to say it didn’t.
“Buffy
who?” Blade rumbled out, he also sounded just as bored by the
little girl.
“I’m
a Vampire slayer.” She sneered at them.
There
was silence for a moment, the kind that should have tumbleweed and
sand.
“FOR
CRYING OUT LOUD!” Lestat burst out as he threw up his arms.
“What the hell is this?! A bloody Vampire Killer Meet!” he
stormed. “Come to Mardigra and see how many stupid vampires you
can kill in the shortest given time?! Winner get’s to gloat about
the place for the next millennia!? Who’s going to turn up next? Dr
Van Helsing?”
“What
the hells your problem?” Buffy asked as she crossed her arms over
her skinny chest.
Lestat
snarled as he advanced on her, instantly she was moving and he found
a crucified plastered to his nose.
Stupidly
he looked at it then backed off with a hiss, he’d give her that,
she was fast.
“Ha
that got ya!” she did gloat then as she brandished her fancy
wooden cross.
Lestat
growled.
“Who
the hell do you guys think you are anyway?” she asked looking each
of them over. “Your not Dracula, I met him, and your not them damn
Fan boy’s who claim to be Lestat.” She snorted.
There
was another gripping moment of silence, then Blade began chuckling
under his breath.
“I
knew the names were familiar!” he chortled to himself as he turned
and walked away a little, his amusement getting louder as he did so.
“Umm.”
Louis said awkward.
“What?”
she asked as she faced Louis with a scowl, “Don’t tell me you
think YOUR Lestat?”
Blade’s
laughter was now being snorted out.
Lestat
hoped he’s chock.
“My
names is Louis de Point du Lac,” he bowed to her.
She
glared at him. “What? You don’t look a thing like Brad Pitt!”
“No!”
Lestat fumed, “Louis here is much better looking than that
talent-less ape!”
Blade
was on his knees now laughing himself stupid with huge belly laughs.
“So
who’s Lestat then? The guy all in black?” Buffy yawned.
“I
hope not!” Lestat fumed, “I’m Lestat if you must know you
snotty little child!” This was getting boring, he turned to kick
Blade, hoping he’d shut up before he had to kill him and upset
Louis.
“Well
I’d love to stay and chit-chat, but I have to find my friends…
so.” The girly said in a peeved tone.
Lestat
was trying to get his foot back from Blades grip when he heard Louis
cry out.
He
turned to find the girl brandishing her stake. She looked confused
at the blood that covered her hand and Louis chest.
His
beloved lay on the grass his hands clutching at his chest as blood
oozed through his pail fingers.
“but…?”
Buffy whispered as she stared at him, Lestat figured she was as
shocked as Blade had been that they hadn’t disintegrated into a
pile of dust. “You’re a vampire!” she said, all her cockiness
gone now.
Lestat
almost felt sorry for her, but that suit wasn’t cheep and Louis
had looked so good in it, now ruined beyond even dry cleaning!
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Blade
watched as Lestat began to fight this Buffy girl, she looked a
little upset as she fought off Lestat’s moves.
He
sidled over to Louis, he was bleeding profusely, as he looked down
he could see the wound and unlike Lestat it wasn’t healing as
fast.
Louis
coughed and the blood squirted a bit, it was a most human reaction
that he wasn’t used too. Even the blood smelt almost human.
“Are
you all right?” he asked, feeling a little empathy to someone
caught into immortality as he was.
Louis
winked up at him, “I’ll be fine.” He whispered. “Lestat’s
just pissed she didn’t recognise him and that she’s ruined this
suit.” He coughed again, this time with no blood dribbling from
his perfect lips.
He
patted the vampire’s shoulder, “You just stay here, I’ll get
Lestat off this Vampire Slayer… Nothing like someone else making
the job easier.”
“Leave
him to it, He’s just trying to do a power thing on her, he
doesn’t mean to kill her…” Louis said as his eyes closed.
Blade
headed his friends word, no point exerting himself if Louis was
right.
He
watched the two combatants, Buffy got a few good kicks in and
managed a punch or two, but Lestat was giving as good as he got,
in fact he was prancing about with a smile on his face.
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The
fight raged on for a good hour, Blade was bored so he had started
cleaning his gear, Louis was still not healed fully but he was sat
up and picking at his ruined clothes.
“You
look pail.” Blade commented blandly.
Louis
shrugged, “Don’t mean to make you feel awkward or anything…
but I’ll probably need to feed again before dawn.” He said as he
gave him a regretful glance.
“Then
why don’t you take Lestat’s blood?” he asked, rubbing at a
stubborn spot of Vampire gore.
“I
thought I told you why…” There was a cold tone now, and Blade
could hear the hunger in it.
“Ya,
but you love this guy right?” he queried, re-sheathing his silver
dagger. “And like you said he doesn’t need to feed every night,
and I can hear your regret at still taking human life… Would it be
that bad to spend eternity with the one you love?” My gods, he was
almost getting sappy and sentimental!
He
looked up to see Louis watching Lestat. “I know it would kill him
if I ever did decide to end this life…” he sighed in a whisper
he used when ever talking about his feelings towards the other
vampire, Blade wondered if Lestat’s hearing was that acute?
“Sometimes
I think he suspects that I don’t take his blood and become truly
immortal, so that I might be able to hurt him even beyond the
grave… I know he fears it.”
“Well
you are close, but I’m sure with eternity to get over it, he would
eventually. You shouldn’t be so concerned, or trapped by your own
soul.” He said gravely.
Louis
looked at him with sorrowful eyes, “I take it you have read our
books?” he asked.
Blade
nodded, he had thought them nothing more than the romanticised
ramblings of some mortal woman, after all the Vampires in them had
come from black magic and spirits and were impervious to everything
that what his kind of vampires quickly keeled over too.
“Then
in Lestat’s text you have read his longing for me? His need to
have me to tell him how stupid he is, to scold him because no one
else will or can to any degree of where he listens… He cant and
won’t ever hurt me physically like he can everyone else, but he
can wound me with words like he can not do to anyone else… Those
books only skim on what we feel, they were written to bite and
cut…” he sighed and looked away. “I would like to think its
fate that always brings us back together… But we both know we
cannot survive apart.”
“You
would kill yourself even thought you know it would hurt him?”
Blade frowned; he thought he saw more life and soul in this vampire
who could regret, than he had ever seen before. But then who was he
fooling, he himself took drugs to keep his need at bay, this
creature was just the same only he had no option but to do what he
must to survive.
Maybe
they were both just soulless beings trying to act like they had not
sold it, to make what they did seem more honourable… was it truly
all just a fake?
Louis
stared wide-eyed at him, his lips slightly parted revealing his
fangs; something he had kept concealed the whole evening. “My
gods…” the pretty vampire whispered as his eyes once again
revolved to look at Lestat, one red tinged tear fell from his green
eyes. “You’re right…”
Blade
found his fingers reaching out and taking the bloody tear onto his
fingers, then as mindlessly that finger made it’s way to his own
lips.
Louis
hand encircled his own. “Don’t do that…” he breathed.
Blade
blinked then smiled. “I read that you fall asleep at dawn, I think
this sparing match should come to an end, don’t you?”
Louis
smiled and nodded as Blade helped him to his feet.
+ + + + + + + + +
Louis
heart was pounding furiously, so much so the hurting hunger he felt
at such blood loss was hardly felt.
He
loved Lestat, he knew what ever Lestat did he wouldn’t, couldn’t
kill himself just to spite him, what ever happened he couldn’t
take his life knowing that he would wound Lestat so cruelly.
Would
it be so bad to accept Lestat’s gift yet again? Only this time
maybe it would be given with more understanding. Maybe this time
Lestat would take his time, would be more considerate and
understanding. Both of them were no longer young and they had both
been hurt deep… Surly they could do this?
Blade
moved from his side. “Hey, why don’t you two stop playing!” he
yelled as Lestat received a good left hook, then grasped the
girl’s throat in a strong grip, then shook her enough for her to
get the message and stop squirming
“Get
the hell off me!” Buffy screeched loudly as she tried to pry his
fingers open.
“Hey,
Louis, why don’t you drink from this bitch?” Lestat offered
pushing her forwards a bit.
“And
why don’t you leave her the hell alone!” Blade retorted.
“You
tell him!” Buffy seethed.
“Lestat
let her go.” Louis smiled, “She means no harm to us.”
“I’ll
kick your ass next!” she sneered.
“I
don’t think so.” Lestat grinned as he shook her again.
“Please
Lestat let her go.” Louis almost begged.
Suddenly
three youths came running out of the trees.
Blade
moved instinctively and before anyone knew it a silver dagger
protruded from the youngest girls chest.
Everyone
in the clearing suddenly paused as the girl fell over.
“DAWN!”
Buffy screamed as she struggled more forcefully.
“You
fucking Bastard!” the boy cried as he turned on Blade. “Picking
on a girl! Big brave man!”
“Zander
don’t!” the other wimpy girl tried to hold him back.
“Oww
Christ.” Lestat groaned with impatiens.
“Stop!”
Louis cried, “You have to see to your friend!”
“She’s
already dead.” Blade said unhelpfully.
Louis
gritted his teeth, that wasn’t exactly helping.
He
heard Lestat sigh then there was a sickening snap.
Louis
turned to see Lestat stood looking surprised as he now held a dead
Buffy in his hand. Her head hung sickeningly to one side and her
body hung limp beneath it.
“Oops?”
Lestat offered. Then court Louis disapproving look. “I thought she
would have a bit more in her.” He shrugged, “Guess they don’t
make Vampire Slayers like they used too.”
Louis
put his hands on his hips in exasperation.
“What?”
his maker asked, “I was only going to throw her to one side but
she squirmed at the last second… and… well her neck broke.” He
blinked innocently.
The two
youths who still breathed looked shocked and now very scared. Blade
walked up to then.
They
flinched as he leaned in then grinned at them.
“Boo!”
he sneered.
It had
the desired affect; the two youths gasped, turned green then legged
it as fast as they could.
Lestat
let the body drop to the ground. “At least we don’t have to
clean up?” he offered, “Those two will be back no doubt.”
“That’s
not the point Lestat!” Louis sighed, there was nothing he could
say really and he was desperately hungry now, He looked after the
two retreating teens and felt a longing to follow.
“Come,
let’s get you fed, then home.” Lestat said from his side as an
arm snaked around his waist.
“Why
don’t you just take him home?” Blade said as he began walking
away from them.
“What?”
Lestat asked him.
Blade
turned as he slipped his shades onto his nose. “I think he has
decided to take you up on your offer Mr Vampire Lestat… I suggest
you make him take it before he changes his mind.” Then he was gone
as he ran smoothly into the shadows of the trees.
“Louis?”
Lestat’s voice was hushed, and when he looked into his beautiful
sparkling grey eyes he melted.
He
would take Lestat’s offer, Blade had been right. He could not live
without Lestat, as he knew Lestat just didn’t function well
without him to keep him in check.
“Let’s
go home Lestat… I’ll feed there.” He battered his lashes,
something that almost got him everything he wanted. “If your
willing?”
Lestat
suddenly flashed him a grin. “Oww ya…”
~Fin~
On
to Part 2
Well hope that was all right ^_~, and hope your not to
disappointed Kris! But I couldn’t kill Blade off, he’s just to
cool! Sorry also to any Buffy Fans, but I guess I think Buffy just
had to be knocked off her high horse and all the rumours of Dawn
becoming the next Slayer is just sickening!… And sorry about the
crack about Brad Pitt, I couldn’t help it! Lestat’s just
jalousie, honest :P… |