Another good one! Short but concise! I can feel Lestat's pain and frustration
and feel Louis petulousness, his child like pouting. I also feel sorry for
Armand. He's such a lonely soul in desperate need of Louis's affection. But he
is trying to break an unbreakable bond. Louis, despite his pouting tantrums,
can love no one the way he loves Lestat! Gloria.
Right Fang Girl
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Date: Thu, 5 May 2011 12:10:03
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Subject: [TheDarkGift] Untiled
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.
