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Spectrum
VC,
Highlander Slash cross over
By BANE
Huntress
Louis
was sat reading the paper as he did ever night, he had not been out
to feed yet, but he didn’t feel like it yet, so he sat with David
while Lestat was out.
But the
peace didn’t last long as their maker came in spluttering and
spitting, trying to wipe something nasty from his lips though they
were clean.
“Lestat?”
David asked standing up as Louis peered over his paper, unaffected
by the dramatics.
“Hell’s
be damned!” Lestat swore spitting again. “I don’t think I’m
EVER going out to feed again when I don’t have too!”
“What
happened?” David asked as he led his maker by the arm to the sofa
and sat him down, like there maker had suffered some great trauma.
“There
are a bunch of guys in town, I thought they were tourists, one has
the weirdest French accents …” he frowned, “in fact they all
had really weird accents!”
“So?”
Louis asked folding his paper carefully.
“Well
I jumped on one of um and he pulls out this fucking great big sword
and tried to cut my head off!”
“You
kill him?” David asked, the look of concern on his face plain, and
Louis realized that David had never lived in an age when swords were
a common place and ever gentleman would have one.
Lestat
spluttered, “I bit the ugly sucker, he was harping on about there
being only one or something… I though, ya, only one me!” Lestat
grinned then spluttered again. “Then he tried to run me threw!”
He pulled out his latest Armani shirt, “Look at this! It’s
ruined!”
Louis
just shrugged, the pine stripe look didn’t exactly suite Lestat
anyway.
“So
anyway, His stupid friends show up with big swords too, so I figured
I should split before they ruined my new pants and shoes too… but
not before I had a snack… So I bit the bugger again and hell! I
don’t think I’ve ever tasted anything so rank! It was like
drinking dead blood!”
“Did
you kill him?” David asked with more concern.
Lestat
scoffed, “I broke his neck in leaving but when I looked back the
git just stood up and cricked his head back the right way! I mean
how impolite IS that?”
“Do
they mean us harm?” David asked looking worriedly at Louis, who
just gave his elder brother a razed brow.
Lestat
shrugged, “Who cares… I just need something to get the taste out
of my mouth.” And with that he pounced on David and began
drinking.
Louis
just got up and left.
Before
long and after feeding he found himself in some new Irish pub sat at
the bar sniffing happily at a glass of Tia Maria. He had fed rather
well and was feeling a little tipsy on the last drunk he had just
eaten. He wasn’t all together sure that they hadn’t also been on
some form of drug.
He
sniffed his glass again at the quiet bar when someone came up to the
stool next to him and ordered a double Whisky, straight, then asked
for the bottle to be left.
He
looked at the guy next to him.
He had
short raged mousy brown hair that stuck up in tufts all over his
head. He would be attractive if he weren’t so bedraggled looking.
“Penny
for your thoughts.” He grinned at the guy who gave him a sideways
look.
“You
will need more than a penny for my thoughts.” The man replied in a
strange accent, kind of Scottish with some new French and a slash of
American.
Louis
couldn’t help the grin from spreading, “I have HUGE bank
accounts FULL of pennies! How many will you need?”
The guy
stared at him a little longer then opened his mouth and gave the
cutest chuckle that Louis had ever heard, and his dark eyes
sparkled.
“I
think I have the same amount of pennies sitting around!” He took a
swig of whisky, “So what’s your name? To know whom I’m
drinking with.”
Louis
offered his hand. “Louis de Point du Lac. Or just Louis.”
The guy
shook his hand with another charming grin. “Conner MacLeod of the
Clan MacLeod at your service… and I’m hoping to get more
drunk!”
Louis
frowned at his own glass, then smiled, he didn’t think he could
find another mortal without being impolite and leaving.
“So
you here to drown your worried as well?” Conner asked, refilling
his glass again.
“Something
like that… I wasn’t welcome at home so I left.”
“Ahhh”
Conner said in a world wise way, “the little lady giving you a bad
time then?”
“Umm…
There is no lady.” Louis ducked down for another sniff of his
sweet drink.
Another
“Ahhh” came from his side. But there was no malice in it, just
understanding. “I gave up relationships a LONG time ago!”
Louis
looked over at his companion, he didn’t miss the hint of some deep
pain. “I’ve tried to avoid this one for a LONG time to, though
he just wont leave me alone…” He smiled, “But then I guess I
cant live without his annoying charm… Life can be so boring
without his ever annoying distractions.”
“Tell
me about it, I’ve lived so long that it almost seems like
eternity!” he chucked that charming laugh again.
“Tell
me about it.” Louis said bitterly, “I’ve lived so long that
the petty doing of mortals can seem so boring!” Then he realized
what he had said and razing his hand to his mouth he glanced at his
companion.
But
Conner seemed not to have noticed as he took a swig from his bottle.
“All that what comes around goes around crap, that you see over
and over again! Sometimes I think it would be easier to just kill
them all…”
Louis
watched as Conner’s eyes widened as recognition of what they had
both just said sunk into his mind.
And
they stared at each other for a long time.
“Your
not one of us.” Conner accused.
“Your
not a vampire.” Louis stated.
They
said at the same time.
“A
what!” they both said, again simultaneously.
Louis
couldn’t help but laugh silently, as Conner did the same only in
his unique way.
Louis
was a little surprised that he didn’t feel threatened by this
being that sat next to him; he put it down to the drugs and alcohol
that floated around in his system.
“Well
I take it you’re a Vampire then!” Conner grinned at him, “I
had a dealing with one of your kind I think tonight… He left me
with a stiff neck!”
Louis
bowed his head in guilt. “Ya, Lestat mentioned you. It would seem
you are not to his liking.”
Conner
slapped him on the back. “That’s a good thing to hear!”
“So
what are you then? If your not a vampire?” Louis asked. Surprising
himself by not flinching away from the physical contact.
Conner
shrugged, “I’m just immortal. Much the same as you I imagine, I
was killed, I woke up immortal… Only I have to chop loads of heads
off, of people who are the same as I am… Why I have no idea… I
just know that when there is only one left, they get to have kids
and grow old and die…” He looked at Louis with a grin. “I
guess you already had that stuff when you were still mortal… The
kids and stuff.”
Louis
shrugged, “In a round about way I guess…”
“I
guess we are the same really.” Conner mused. “We both have to
kill to stay alive… Only you don’t have to kill your own
kind.”
Louis
gave Conner a long look. “Do you not go to the movies?”
Conner
stared at him. “Not really why?”
“Read?”
Conner
shrugged, “Depends on what kind of book I’m reading…”
“Horror
books… Ones written by Anne Rice?”
There
was a laugh from Conner, “I’ve heard of her why? She tell your
life story or something?”
“Umm…
Yes… Sort of. It’s a pen name.”
There
was another pause of silence. “I guess I missed that one.” He
shrugged, “So you do have to kill other Vampires?”
Louis
couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face, “Only when
they piss me off!”
“SNAP!”
Conner shouted making the few other occupants of the late night pub
look their way. “See those guy over there?” Conner pointed to
the corner of the pub where three other guys sat. “The old guy
with the tash?”
Louis
looked at the tall hansom man that looked about in the latter prime
of his life, one pearl earring dangling from his ear, he was also
dressed immaculately in deep red.
“He’s
been incarnated so many times I think he’s getting sick of it.”
Then Conner razed his voice. “Hay Ramirez! How many times is it
now?”
Blue
eyes turned to him, and then held up three fingers. The smile he
gave Louis almost made his heart melt; he was almost a match for
Marius.
“I
can’t remember what the curly red headed kid is called.” Conner
had leaned forwards to whisper in his ear and the smell of Whisky
wafted over Louis face. “But he annoys the hell out of me, damn
modern punks!”
Louis
found himself giggling as a warm body pressed againced his back.
“The
other guy.” Conner said in an almost sensual voice.
Louis
shivered pleasantly as he looked at the last guy at the table. His
dark eyes glared at him from beneath even darker brows. His long
hair severely and immaculately scraped back into dark tail,
everything about him was bark in fact.
“That’s
Dunkan MacLeod, poor guys from my clan, only he’s a lot younger
than me” There was amusement in the voice. “I thought I didn’t
know how to smile but at least I know how to get drunk!”
Louis
heard Conner pick up the bottle and take another swig.
“Hey!
Dunkan!” Conner shouted over his shoulder. “This is Louis… Say
helo!”
Dunken
just glared at them both for a moment before turning to the young
red head and murmuring something to him.
The red
head began laughing and the old guy joined in.
“Richey!”
Dunken scolded in annoyance, “And Ramirez, please!” His accent
also had a Scottish twang to it, though it was pleasant on Louis
sensitive hearing with a soft American lilt.
“I
think Dunken has a thing for me” He chucked softly. “Were here
for a holiday, this is a nice city by the way.” Conner said. “We
hoped that there would be no immortals here to disturb us… Would
seem we were mistaken.”
Louis
turned around to say something to him, that they were not a threat
and that they could stay as long as they liked and he would tell his
coven about them. When he met with full soft pliant lips againced
his own.
Before
he could push away he felt arms around him, pulling him againced a
mortally warm body. The lips that explored his own tasted of sharp
liqueur, that wasn’t all together unpleasant.
When
Conner finally pulled away Louis heart was racing. It would seem
that this strange immortal didn’t find the need to breath either.
“So?”
Conner asked with a grin as once again his dark eyes sparkled with a
light all their own. “Can Vampires enjoy the nicer parts of mortal
pleasure?”
Louis
shook his head, remembering what Lestat had been like when he had
come home. “Not in the way that you think.” He whispered softly,
“And your blood tastes nasty… Or so I’ve been told.”
“Is
that the only way you can enjoy yourself?… By feeding?” Conner
sounded a little disappointed, but that didn’t stop the immortal
taking his earlobe in his teeth.
Louis
trembled as the arms around him tightened a little. “Yes…” he
breathed. But something couldn’t make him break the hold upon him,
and he knew he could easily.
“Hmm…”
Conner mussed, “Maybe we could ease both of our boredom for just
one night? I don’t think I’ve ever done another immortal…
Especially not a Vampire.”
“It
could be difficult…” Louis found it hard to think straight as a
moist tong slid up his throat, only this time there was no threat of
being bitten and drained like Lestat so much liked to do when they
were both in a randy mood, or just Lestat.
“Can
we not try at least?” Conner muttered as his hands sought the cool
flesh of Louis back under his clothes. “How old are you anyway?”
Louis
took a deep breath as warm fingers traced down his spine. “Over
two hundred years!” he gasped as one hand slid below his belt.
“You?”
“A
baby then…” Conner chuckled as he nibbled along his chin, “I
think I’m totalling four and a half centuries.”
Louis
slid his hands into the folds of Conner’s dung coloured trench
coat, then popped a few buttons in his hurry to have at the others
chest, running a hand up a slightly hairy chest. “That’s all
right…” he gasped as Conner took his bottom lip into his teeth.
“I prefer my partners… Older.” Then Conner’s tong slid into
his mouth and he succumbed to the other mans advances completely.
Conner
moved Louis around on the stool until he was between his thighs.
There was no mistaking the immortals arousal as it pressed againced
his own unfeeling manhood.
Even
though this was not a kill there was a suntan thrill in it that
filled Louis with illation. Here he was in public with a complete
stringers hands on him.
Somewhere
deep inside him he knew that he would not normally be in such a
situation, not even with Lestat, but then that was maybe because
Lestat pushed the subject, and he could stop this when ever he
wanted. A tong slid over his teeth, and he defiantly did not want
this to stop!
Conner
gasped suddenly and pulled away a little, Louis felt something warm
slip over his tong and realized it was blood. It tasted bitter, that
wasn’t only the alcohol in Conner’s blood, it tasted stale to
him but it wasn’t all together unpleasant.
The
breath of Conner’s chuckle brushed over his face in a heated
caress.
“I
guess there is something to be careful of.” Lips touched his own
again, “But you can use them if you like… Not like I wont wake
up tomorrow with a headache anyway…”
Louis
didn’t have to be asked twice, he moved his lips along Conner’s
jaw line then kissed his neck, licking an nuzzling until the other
groaned low, making the soft skin of his throat vibrate. Louis could
not help but push his fangs into that warm flesh.
He only
nicked the other man and took a sip of the bitter liquid that flowed
into his mouth.
It was
his turn to groaned, this was nothing like he had ever tasted
before, it was not by far the best blood that had crossed his
gullet, no one and nothing could compare to the elixir that
Lestat’s blood could be, but this was thrilling all the same.
“Hey
you two!” came an annoyed voice. “We don’t hold for that kind
of thing in here, Move it to some alleyway or something!”
Louis
was angered by the interruption and turned and snarled at the thin
barkeep making the young man jump. “Leave us!” he bared his
blood-covered fangs making the man pail more.
“Ya!”
Conner said on the edge of laughing, “We are your only customer…
Back off child and we will see you get a big fat tip.”
The
young man backed up then hurried away into some back room of the
pub.
Louis
quickly turned back to the wound he had made and licked it making
the other man grown.
One of
Conner’s hands court his wrist and pushed it down into his pants.
Louis figures found the hard flesh and wrapped his hand around it,
caressing it slowly as his teeth made another hole at the base of
Conner’s neck.
This
time deeper than the last, this was a killing bit that would have
floored any normal human, but Conner stood and thrust early agained
his hand.
Louis
gulped down the freely offered blood as Conner’s hands roamed
eagerly over every inch of him, he had given up on trying to get any
normal response from Louis manhood and instead concentrated on
tickling and pinching anywhere that he found would make Louis squirm
appreciatively.
The
whole thing seemed to last for eternity.
Louis
drank as deep as he ever had, and just when he thought he could not
take anymore as a strange kind of blood fever came over him, almost
blinding him with ecstasy.
Conner
stiffened in his arms giving a guttural cry as he came into Louis
hand, Hugging the vampire tight againced himself until the shivers
subsided.
Louis
slipped off the stool and they both fell to the hard beer stained
floor of the pub, both blissfully unconscious.
Lestat
stood up with a sigh, David besides him and walked over to his
beautiful one and his temporary lover, on the floor.
At the
same time three other men Lestat had seen earlier came up and they
formed a semi circle around their unconscious friends.
“I
guess you have somewhere for your friend to sleep this off?” He
asked to the others but not looking up at them.
He had
been frantic about Louis when he had finished with David and it was
getting early, David had found him first and they had walked into
the pub when Louis seemed in the middle of things and he didn’t
think he would appreciate being disturbed. After all, this stranger
proved no threat to them, and if he did, Lestat would have killed
him.
“Yes
we do.” The Dark one with the long hair replied.
“Boy!”
the young red head laughed, “That was a good floor show! And from
the aged series one himself!”
Lestat
couldn’t help the fit of giggles that took him, “I could say the
same thing!”
He had
truly enjoyed it, he would not let Louis live this one down, and he
would certainly have to reclaim his beautiful one as solely his,
which could prove to be fun.
The old
guy also found it amusing. The only people not too were David and
the dark stranger, who just glared at him.
“Well…
It’s almost dawn.” Lestat said lifting a limp Louis into his
arms. “And I need to get this delinquent home to bed.”
The
white haired man bent and picked up the other, throwing him over his
shoulder. “I think we have to be doing the same thing… Good
day.” He bowed slightly and left the pub.
Lestat
threw a wad of notes on the bar as the dark haired one did the same.
“See
you around…” the guy said as he also left.
Lestat
smiled and nodded. Then with David opening the door for him, he took
his beloved fledgling home.
Louis
felt his awareness creeping up on him slowly and for some reason he
didn’t want it to. But it was inevitable…
In over
two hundred years. Louis woke up with a stinking hangover.
He
cracked opened his eyes to find Lestat grinning down at him and with
a groan he tried to turn over in his coffin and slip back into the
death sleep, his head hoped forever.
But
Lestat grabbed him and hauled him up and onto his lap as he sat on
the bed.
Louis
couldn’t find the strength or the will to let his stiff pride
argue with his maker as he gratefully buried his face in his
shoulder to keep out the bright lights Lestat insisted on.
“Did
you have fun last night?”
Louis
groaned again, much to Lestat’s amusement.
“Good,
cos I don’t like it when I have to drag you home after cheating on
me!”
Louis
sat bolt upright and stared into his makers sparkling blue eyes.
That would explain why he was in his coffin, he couldn’t remember
anything after Conner had cried out.
“Yes
I saw half of it… And brought you home…”
Louis’s
sagged againced Lestat’s chest. “Well don’t get any ideas.”
He muttered as he closed his eyes.
Lestat
held him and began rocking him slowly. “Perish the thought.”
Lestat replied as he then began humming softly, soothing away Louis
painful head and making him drowsy.
Before
he knew it he was asleep.
The End
Yup, I
guess just doing things off the bat are sometimes the best… Though
on out set this was NOT meant to be a Slash fict and now I have
managed to warp even my deranged mind!
Apologies
for any Dunkan fan’s out there, and I do like the Highlander
series but Conner is cooler I’m afraid and he had better wigs
^_^… Dunkan is just to clean cut for me. But he gets better when
his French bit on the side gets killed after he saved her from the
baddies then get shot by a teen mugger, Laugh I almost coughed up my
spleen up!
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