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Paul flew through
the currents of air to where his brother was waiting for Lestat .
His brother was pacing in the moonlight, slashing with his rapier,
determined to cut Lestat down, or to be destroyed himself. Then his
resolve weakened, Louis put his hand to his eye and wiped away a
tear, thinking, How could I have let him deceive me? There was no
real attraction on his part. He has been using me so he could have a
place to harbour his father in. He is avaricious for finery, using
my money to spend on himself at every opportunity. He's made Pointe
du Lac a warehouse for his dubious taste in furnishings. Little more
that a fortune hunter. All of which I was willing to put up with.
Mais, did he kill Paul? Lestat wouldn't have any reservations about
killing him if it suited his purposes. Yet, there were moments when
I thought his desire for me to be real. Desire, that is all it
amounts to. He is not in love with me, nor should I be in love with
him. What of Therese and mama? I have made provisions for them if
anything should happen to me. Mais alas, Therese needs a male
protector. Obviously this Lestat poses a danger to her. To everyone
I know. I will not stand for it!
Louis made an angry jab at the air, thinking, I saw Paul with my
own eyes being thrown down the stairs. I heard him screaming for
help. Lestat fooled me in the same fashion we consistently fool
mortals. Making them disbelieve what they see, forcing them to come
up with a logical explanation for our inexplicable actions they
witness. Paul's death will not go without vengeance.
rapier Paul dashed around his angry brother. He wished
desperately his brother could see him. His ghostly mouth stretched
out and then fell. He tried his best to scream at Louis the truth
about himself. Paul heard the branches parting behind him; Lestat
stepped out from the grove.
Louis assumed first position, one hand behind his back, his legs
properly spaced, his hand firmly holding the hilt of his rapiere,
more than ready to let the steel indulge itself in a drink of blood.
"Monsieur he said calmly.
"Louis," Lestat said, raising his own rapier so that the point
was a little above Louis' forehead. Louis jabbed at Lestat, making a
tight arch, slashing the rapier to cut into Lestat's neck.
Contemptuously, Lestat stepped easily out of reach.
Paul's ghost danced between them, knowing Louis would be easy
prey to Armand's blood lust if he did not somehow come to terms with
Lestat. For the good of his brother somehow Louis had to be
influenced to accept Lestat's protection and love. Paul knew his
honor wasn't worth the price of Louis' death.
Reaching out, Lestat tightly grabbed a hold of Louis' blade.
Clinching his teeth, Lestat's eyes widened with pain as the steel
bit savagely into his palm and fingers. Louis gasped in amazement at
the sheer strength of his enemy.
Lestat yanked the rapier out of Louis's hand, throwing it to fly
in the air, and land in the branches of a mulberry tree. Dashing
forward, he slashed the blade across Louis' face.
"There now your brother's honor is saved for a murder which did
not take place, " Lestat lied hotly.
Louis fell to his knees. The searing pain from the cut was all
most unbearable. He was yet too new of a vampire to endure manfully
the pain he felt to his young fledgling's skin.
Dropping his rapier to the proximity of Louis' hand, Lestat said,
"If you think in truth I had anything to do with the taking of your
brother's life. Kill me then." Lestat dropped to to knees, "Take it
up, beautiful one, and use it well against me. I will not fight you
to defend myself."
"You did not kill my brother, swear it!" Louis cried desperately,
trembling at the touch of Lestat's bloody fingers at his throat.
Lestat unwound Louis' ascot. The fine, gray silk of it floated to
the ground.
"Non, I did not kill your brother. I swear on all that is holy,
on all that is good in the world, I did not kill Paul," Lestat said,
teasing Louis' naked neck with the firm caress of his fingers.
"You swear you knew nothing about how he died," Louis whispered,
shivering as Lestat removed his French coat. Lestat threw the
expensive garment roughly on the ground, tearing off the collar
button from Louis' formal shirt.
"I swear," Lestat lied, slowly ripping off another pearl button
from Louis shirt, running his hands against the smooth material
covering his chest.
"Ah, this madness you are inflicting upon me. Stop it! Kill me,"
Louis pleaded.
"Non, never," Lestat whispered. His fingers roamed on Louis'
clothing. Louis moaned wanting to break away from the torturous
exploration of his limbs. He couldn't save himself from what he knew
could well be the ruin of his independence. The torture became a
seductive delight Lestat ran his hand up his thigh, then rubbed him
between his legs. Lestat delighted in the hardening of flesh he felt
under his hand.
"You're making a fool of me, but again," Louis gasped, widening
his legs so Lestat could touch him more freely.
"You are no fool," Lestat whispered, taking off his own French
coat, removing his dress shirt. Louis put his hands to Lestat's
cool, naked chest. Then he used the power of his lips and soft bites
to coax Lestat's nipples to tighten for him. Lestat opened Louis'
shirt. He pressed the tender nipples between his lips, taking turns
sucking, teasing, pinching, biting and molesting each one, making
them as as hard as his own. He forced Louis to lay on the ground,
then he licked at his abdomen, then down to the waistband of his
breeches, slipping his tongue to the cloth over Louis' crotch,
opening his legs wider, holding in his hands his buttocks, raising
his tight, ass up, then licking at the muscular place between his
hole and his balls. Louis' hands clinched, he helped raise up his
hips, his cock was pushing at the prison his breeches made. He
groaned, pressing his crotch up against Lestat's face.
Louis' hips fell back to the ground, he grabbed at Lestat's
breeches, starting to unbuttoning them. Warnings flooded into his
mind, warnings and foreboding. He heard a rustling nearby of leaves
being crushed under someone's boots.
Armand, Paul thought from where he was hiding. He watched the
vampire carefully.
"Lestat, stop this," Louis whispered, pushing him away, "Stop it.
Listen to me. This is all wrong. A huge mistake! I do not feel I am
in truth the companion you wish for, or need to accompany you in
your life."
"Louis are you mad?" Lestat said bewildered, cupping Louis' face
in his hand.
"Listen, someone is watching us," Louis said.
"I hear nooning. It is your imagination."
"Who ever, whatever it is I thank it for bringing me around to my
senses. Your values, my values, are like water to oil. We have
nothing to weld us together in a long time match, and I fear the
over exuberance of our emotions for each other will lead us to
nothing but brief snatches of joy, and oceans of despair. I must be
the wiser out of us two. Lestat, we must part."
"You have no feelings for me? What of my father? I can not take
him from Pointe du Lac." Lestat gasped.
"Well you should be angry at me. I have too much feelings for
you, and I feel it would be best to cause you no more pain. I
believe you did not kill my brother, but later and still later I can
not predict what I will believe in, or how I will feel about you .
Rather than tangling you in my insecure desire for you I must for
your sake implore you to go your way. Your father is welcome to stay
as long as you want. As for you, stay if you feel you must watch
over your father, mais I think it would be best for all of us, if
you found lodgings elsewhere."
"Louis!"
"I have too much regard for you to sleep with you as if you were
little more than a common harlot, treating you as if you were a man
with little virtue. How can you even think of me for a lover after I
insulted you? Laying the death of my brother at your feet when I had
no real evidence, but hunches? I regard you to much Lestat for such
vile treatment of you,"
Taking up his rapier from the tree, dusting off his French coat,
Louis tenderly kissed Lestat's forehead, "Please understand my
kindness towards you."
Louis walked away. Paul slapped his forehead in exasperation over
his brother's stubbornness. Throwing his rapier unknowingly right
through an invisible Paul, Lestat wildly cursed. The rapier sliced
through the tree's bark. Armand hurried away before Lestat could
hear his laughter. Once in his townhouse Armand was rolling around
with laughter on his rug.
Ah I know how to render that relationship to ribbons permanently
before I go. I would not take Lestat back now if he crawled to me!
Still, what better present to leave them with before I leave for
Pairs then, he smiled wickedly, a dead body.
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