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?"
….
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"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
~
