Author nicole4 Fandom Vampire Chronicles Pairing Lestat/Louis, Armand/Louis Rating PG-13 Word Count 1244 Disclaimer I own nothing. Summary Louis couldn't just leave me like this, a being lost and heartbroken. No, it's inconceivable, to steal a line from an old movie I saw many years ago. So I waited, and waited, and after a few days of Louis not coming back to our apartment, I decided that it was time to do something drastic: call Armand. Notes Written in 1st person (Lestat). Louis couldn't just leave me like this, a being lost and heartbroken. No, it's inconceivable, to steal a line from an old movie I saw many years ago. So I waited, and waited, and after a few days of Louis not coming back to our apartment, I decided that it was time to do something drastic: call Armand.
For a while now, Armand has been the one Louis has turned to. He does it just to anger me, as he knows that Armand is not my favorite immortal. In fact, Marius himself has told me that he does it only to spite me. I don't know why he wants to hurt me so – in fact, all he ever does now is hurt me. Ignoring me, loving his books more than me; all the things he does are to spite me. I'm not sure why he does it, since I love him and make him know that he's mine and mine alone. Does he not know that pushing me away will, in fact, push me away? Not for good, mind you, but he'll be sorry when I'm gone. But – and a part of me, a very large part of me, does not want to admit this outloud – I know that even if I leave, he'll just find solace in Armand for companionship and... love. Ha! Like Armand could even illicit a romantic response in Louis. Louis doesn't seem to have forgiven Armand completely for Paris, though he has been spending more and more time with him. Not that it worries me – no, only upsets me – but Armand is a fool thinking he can take Louis from me. The only reason Louis leaves is because – and I'm being completely and truly honest here – I seem to be only bearable in decade-long doses. A couple months without me, though, seem to do the trick. For Louis, anyway. I got up from my place on the couch and began to pace around the apartment, trying to talk myself out of calling Armand. To have Louis with him – for Louis to have been with him for several days at a time – would most certainly break my heart. I didn't like it when Louis would run away without telling me or at least giving me a chance to talk to him. I can't even remember why he's mad at me anymore. Finally I gave him a call. “Ah, Lestat. How nice of you to call.” “Hello, Armand. Is Louis with you?” Being civil was one of my strengths. “He is. Would you like to speak with him?” “No, I'll come see him in person. I just wanted to make sure before I made the journey.” “See you soon, then.” I immediately hung up, snarling to myself. Of course he would go over there, leaving me alone to whither and die like a neglected flower. It took a few hours to reach Armand's home. I wanted to storm in there, pick Louis up, and take him back home but I hardly believed that would solve anything. With each fight we had, I was getting better in deciding which option would be best in resolving our conflicts. I'm sure Louis noticed and was secretly proud. “Lestat!” Marius said in delight when he saw me walking towards the large living room they had. “Armand and Louis are in the living room as always, right?” Marius nodded. He led me there, though I already knew the route. A scowl formed on my face immediately upon seeing Louis in Armand's arms, his eyes closed as Armand stroked his hair. They seemed to be speaking – their lips were moving slightly – but it was too quiet for even me to hear. I will admit that the intimateness of this scene before me was a little heartwarming – like a scene in a movie – but it wasn't supposed to be Louis and Armand, it was supposed to be Louis and me, together, in our bed after a long night. “Lestat!” Louis said suddenly, sitting up. Armand still had an arm around his shoulders across his chest, staring at me without expression. “I leave you alone for a few days -” I was only teasing him, of course, dramatically sighing and shaking my head. But I was relieved at the look on his face – no anger, confusion. The closest thing I could relate the expression to was relief and maybe even a little adoration. At least my little teasing brought a small smile to his face. “Louis, come home,” I said simply, leaning against the wall, my hands down at my side. He sat up, nudging Armand's arm off of him. “That depends,” Louis said slowly, watching me cautiously. “Have you learned your lesson?” Little did he know that I didn't even know the class. “Sure did. Now come back home, Louis.” “You really can't stay from me for that long, can you?” Louis mused, getting up from the couch. He looked over his shoulder at Armand then immediately looked back at me, smiling. I smiled back. “Do come back soon, Louis. You keep Armand young.” Marius said from beside Armand. He simply nodded and I wrapped an arm around his shoulders, burying my head in his neck. He smelled like scented oil and candles, as did the rest of Armand's house. It was a pleasant smell, to be honest. I was rather fond of it. “You smell good,” I whispered to him as we exited into the night air. Louis stopped and turned, crossing his arms like he normally did when he was upset, bored, confused, angry – well, just like he normally did. It was so hard to read into it when he did it so often. “Are you going to stop?” he asked me. I just looked at him, feeling as dumb as I probably looked to him. “Stop what?” I immediately hoped it wouldn't be the answer to send him back into Armand's arms. “Stop degrading my books and referring to them as trash.” Ah, yes. It all came back to me – I made fun of a Dickens book he was reading for probably the twentieth time this year. It was in good fun, really, and I hadn't expected a real fight to come from it. I didn't know it was his favorite since all of his other books seemed to be his favorite. “Of course, Louis,” I kissed him softly on the cheek. “You're so sensitive when it comes to your books. If I didn't know any better...” “What?” Louis asked after a few moments of silence. “Well, if I didn't know any better, I'd say they were your new lover.” “Lestat de Lioncourt!” he said in mock offense. I loved it when he took after me. His face lit up and even if it was with fake emotion, it seemed real enough for me. “How dare you insinuate that I loved you before them! That's an insult worthy of death!” It took a few moments for that comment to sink in. “Hey!” I said, faking a scowl at him and pulling away from him. Louis chuckled and pulled me closer in an embrace. “At least you didn't drag me off in your arms this time,” he whispered into my ear, holding me tightly. “I was close to it,” I said, kissing his forehead and holding him just as tightly.
