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This spec is a collection of dreams for four vampires. Enjoy and direct any questions, criticism, or comments this way! Oh, and my idea for Santo's past is just a theory. Take it or leave it, my little chickadees!

 

Lyrics belong to the band Heart.

The characters belong to Anne Rice and Knopf publishing.

No infringement is intended.

Thank you, everyone who takes the time to read.

 

 

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Dreams in the Mist

By Kabuki

September 1999

 

 

"These dreams go on when I close my eyes

every second of the night I live another life

These dreams that sleep when it's cold outside

Every moment I'm awake, the further I'm away"

 

--"These Dreams"

by Heart

(this credit goes to all lyrics in this speculative fiction)

 

 

 

 

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"Spare a little candle

Save some light for me

Figures up ahead

Moving in the trees

White skin in linen

Perfume on my wrist

And the full moon that hangs over

These dreams in the mist"

 

 

 

 

 

Armand:

 

 

            I am running through the snow. Behind, there are the voices of men. They are in pursuit and I know that no matter where I turn I shall be hunted. There is no escape. I want to cry, to sob and break down in the wintry death all around me. I long for my father, where has he gone? I wish to be warm and comfortable, and my legs are growing weaker. The snow is stinging my eyelids and face, and I wipe my tears away quickly lest they freeze upon my bare skin.

 

            I am running, but it seems as though I am getting nowhere. The trees around me all look the same. I take careful note that I am dressed in a very pale and lightweight garment… a linen I am guessing. I cannot remember, why I am I dressed like this in the snow? The monks would surely not have dressed me in such a manner.

 

            I bring my hand up to brush away the tears again, and am nearly shocked to a standstill by the sight of my hand. It is white… a deathly white, paler than the linen that covers it, rivaling the snow in it's lack of coloration. I am whimpering now, but I keep running. I am still pursued.

 

            Then strong arms catch me up and I scream.

 

            …..

           

 

 

 

 

 

 

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"Darkness on the edge

Shadows where I stand

I search for the time

On a watch with no hands

I want to see you clearly

Come closer than this

But all I remember

Are the dreams in the mist"

 

 

 

 

 

Lestat:

 

 

 

            It is dark. I can see nothing, but I can feel. There is warmth around me, but it is not a comforting warmth. It is as though I am being held in place. I struggle, and am capable of movement. I move forward, determined to find light, but as I place my foot forward there is no ground. I shriek, trying to move back, but those weird beings, those ghostly things which have held me seem to beckon me forward. I am falling, crying out the entire way.

 

            I fall for some time before I feel a firm hand grasp mine. I am shuddering, gasping and near hysterics as the mysterious man lifts me out of the abyss and into his arms. I am struggling, sobbing, but the slender man holds me close, allowing me to cry as I wish upon his shoulder. This lasts for a long time, in fact time itself seems to stand still as I sob and he murmurs voiceless words of comfort into my ears.

 

            Then I step back, curious and peer at his face. There are shadows, and I cannot make out his features.

 

            "I can't see you. Who are you?"

 

            There is no answer, but then he comes forward, revealing his pale features. I gasp and move to embrace him, but he backs away as though to avoid my touch.

 

            "I may save you, Lestat, but that doesn't mean I will ever want you. Then, now or in the future. You were always a tool for my own ends, nothing more. But, I thank you for the pretty gifts."

 

            I am engulfed then in music the likes of which I had not heard since being a fledgling. I cried out, holding my hands up to my ears in a desperate effort to block out the cruel barrage. He was laughing, laughing as I begged and screamed and cried. I was humiliated by he who I had most trusted. I was ashamed.

 

            ….

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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"Is it cloak 'n dagger

Could it be spring or fall

I walk without a cut

Through a stained glass wall

Weaker in my eyesight

The candle in my grip

And words that have no form

Are falling from my lips"

 

 

 

 

 

 Santino:

 

 

            There are people everywhere, but at once nowhere. I have no concept of time nor place, and for some reason this troubles me. I already know this to be a dream, yet I cannot awaken simply be recognizing this fact. No, I choose to find out what will happen. I appear to be bathed in darkness, save for a single candle held tightly in the trembling fingers of my left hand. I have no idea why I am trembling, only that I feel very frightened and uneasy in this area. The entire place seems oppressive, and yet I have no idea where I am. I turn to the side, illuminating an earthen wall. Vampire faces look out at me, those of the ones I killed all those long years ago.

 

            I stare at them for a long moment before moving on. I will not be frightened. It is only a dream, and yet those eyes seem to follow me as I move, twisting in their dead sockets to follow my path. Of course they would though, A vampire does not die by simply having its head severed. All of these bodiless heads still contain life.    

 

            I almost run when I see her. A young girl standing no more than five feet as though materialized out of thin air. Dark curls, wide brown eyes, tiny mouth. She pushes a stray curl from her forehead as she watches me with death-glazed eyes. Eyes everywhere on me as I watch this all too familiar child. My child.

 

            "Daddy, why did you let me die?"

 

            ….

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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"The sweetest song is silence

That I've ever heard

Funny how your feet

In dreams never touch the earth

In a wood full of princes

Freedom is a kiss

But the prince hides his face

From dreams in the mist."

 

 

 

 

Louis:

 

 

            I am flying through the air, or so it seems. I close my eyes and open them, reveling in the feeling of the clouds passing between my fingers leaving a faint moisture. I am weightless, yet weighted to the earth. I am free, yet bound by my fleshly body. My hair is flowing straight out behind me, and I laugh giddily into the dark. I am happy. I am alive!

 

            Then, who is that? Below, a man walking alone. Blonde hair, clothes in shambles… I decide to investigate. I will myself lower to the ground, unsure even as it happens of exactly how I am doing it, until I am walking upon the air at his side. His eyes are downcast and his face covered by a thick dark hood of animal fur. I try to peer beneath but he shies away from me, muttering something in French that I cannot catch. He seems very upset. I try to help.

 

            "What is wrong?"

 

            The man whirls on me, his face still hidden by the hood but violet eyes glaring coldly out at me from the darkness like two glimmering jewels. "Why do you care, rich boy? You who have everything while I have nothing! You who have life while I… I have only death!"

 

            "But you are not dead. I can see you."

 

            "Appearances can be deceiving, Beautiful One."

 

            "Lestat? Is that you?" I try to remove the hood once again but he slaps my hand away painfully.

 

            "Leave me be, you whining coward!"

 

            I want to stay, to speak with him, but it is as though another me is talking. Another version of myself moving my lips and pushing my voice from my lips. "Fine then. I never wanted you here anyway. Get out of my sight, you pathetic excuse for a man. I don't want you here."

 

            He looked at me for a long time, before slowly moving the cloth back. It was indeed Lestat, only about thirty years older. His face was imperceptibly wrinkled, his once luxurious blonde mane now matted with dirt and sparse with mange. I drew back, gasping in horror and the pain he felt was evident. Then, before I could say anything more, he was engulfed in a flame the likes of which I had ever seen.

 

 

 

            ….

 

 

 

 

~ Fini ~

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