Better tha the first two segments. This part does a great job of showing the love that existed between Louis and Lestat. It is shown in a normal and natural way, without over playing the fact that they are both of the same gender.
Gloria Right Fang Girl "Judith Collins: Turn off that gramophone, it's driving me mad. Quentin Collins: Perhaps that's why I play it." -----Original Message----- From: ava...@aol.com Sent: Fri, 15 Jul 2011 21:08:05 -0400 (EDT) To: thedarkgift@yahoogroups.com Subject: [TheDarkGift] The Knife The Knife Disclaimers: These vampires belong to Anne Rice, not me. Warnings: Violence, Adult Situations Spoilers: To Queen, I guess. A soft summer breeze blew over his body, rousing him out of his euphoric stupor. Lestat smiled dreamily and half-opened his eyes. The feather blankets and pillows he lay on ruffled up around his face and body, bouying him up like a cloud. His partner on his cloud gave him a fleeting kiss, tasting his lips for just a moment before drawing back. "I'll be right back," Louis whispered, caressing his cheek. "I need to clean my face, there is blood all over it." Lestat groaned like a sullen child. "Don't go...we're just going to add more anyway." "Just a moment, mon amor, that's all." Louis rose and went to the door, but he paused and looked back at his lover. Lestat seemed so peaceful, stretched out nude on his bed, one hand softly pushing his hair back. Louis smiled and turned back to the bathroom. Lestat glanced to his left and saw that his fledgling was gone, and his smile faded away rapidly. He already missed Louis as if he was miles away. He sat up and swept the room with his gaze, sighing sadly. The room was so dark save for the light coming from the bathroom. He looked at the nightstand at the side of the bed, and he bent to open it. The first drawer opened easily, but the only thing inside was Louis' diary. Tempting as it was, his fledgling would return in a few moments. He made a mental note of where it was hidden, though, for future reference. His hand went to the second drawer and started to open it, but something on the inside caught on the top frame. He frowned. Should he give into his curiosity and force it open, possibly breaking whatever was hung up, or should he close the drawer, until he grew so obsessed that he went insane? Gingerly he reached his hand in, struggling not to break the drawer, and he accidentally closed it on his fingers. He managed not to shout, but he looked at his hand and the marks in the skin, and whimpered in angry frustration. Now he had to get in there, it was a matter of honor! He put his hand in again, and a few seconds later he managed to get at the object, which turned out to be a worn out Dicken's novel. Lestat put it back in and looked through the other books, all of them dog-eared and losing pages. There were old diaries, singed paperbacks, water-logged hardbacks, and yellowed loose pages. Lestat smiled. He would have to buy new copies for his fledgling, who hated shopping. What a wonderful surprise it would be! Lestat dug through the books, searching for something interesting. His fingers scrambled through the drawer and reached into the back, into the dust and fragments of pages, until his hand closed over something strange. He frowned in confusion. This thing was long and sturdy, and cool on one end. _ Father... _ Slowly he pulled the object out, carefully maneuvering it around the books. He could almost see it now. _ Father... _ A cool spill of moonlight reflected off the blade, highlighting the streaks of rust at the rotting hilt. Blood, long dried and eating into the metal, dulled the tip and several inches of the iron. Still, despite all the damage, he recognized it. How could he forget it? He still saw it in his nightmares. _ What's the matter, father? _ "Claudia..." Lestat gasped. He tightened his hand, cutting his palm on the serrated edge. Saw the blood, streaming down the blade, again. Back down her knife. _ I'll put you in your coffin, father. _ "No!" Lestat threw the knife down and turned his face away, but he could still hear it skittering across the floor like an insect...the thousands of insects that had crawled over his emaciated body in the swamp...how terrible it had been, to be so utterly alone...not even Death had come. "Lestat?" Louis called, stepping inside. He spotted a glimmer on the floor and picked it up, not knowing what he held. "Lestat, what--?" Then he recognized it. He neared Lestat and put his hand on his shoulder. The blonde vampire looked at him with bleeding eyes, and screamed like a speared rabbit. _ He'll finish what I started. _ Louis...holding the knife up, ready to stab it down, kill him again...monstrous Death in those eyes, Death had come after all. It would be with him in the swamps again. "Lestat, please," Louis tried, not realizing how he looked. Lestat panicked, scrambling away to the corner of the room, a frightened animal. His tears covered his body, drawn by the knife once more. He was blanketed in his own fear. Louis looked at his hand, then cast the knife aside and held his maker, petting him and calming him down. Lestat grasped at his fledgling, both afraid and assured. Death...was not here for him? Then who was? Louis, with his knife? With her knife? "Not again," Lestat whispered. "Not again." "Never again," Louis swore, mentally kicking himself. He'd forgotten that old memento of love, his only connection to Lestat for years. But then he'd regained his lover, and the knife had slipped from his memory, useless to him now that he had the real person. He stared at the evil thing lying casually on the bed, seemingly harmless. It almost looked like a toy. Lethal play. Louis gave Lestat a kiss, then stood, leaving his lover limp like a crumpled lily, and picked up the knife. Lestat whimpered pathetically, but he couldn't act to defend himself. Louis grasped the hilt, then took hold of the blade, and snapped it in half. He threw the two pieces through the open window. Out of sight, out of mind. _ Louis, what...what are you doing? Louis! Go out there and get it! Louis! Damn you, listen to me! _ Now Louis went back to Lestat, reassuring him with gentle words, and helped him stand. He guided his lover back to bed and set him on the edge so he could kiss away the tears. Lestat sighed wearily and looked into his lover's eyes. "You love me?" "Yes," Louis nodded. "Do you love me?" Lestat gave a weak smile. "Always." "I'll never leave you, darling. I'll never hurt you." "I'll never be alone again?" Louis shook his head. "I'll always be with you. Our souls are intertwined." He embraced Lestat at that moment, resting his head on his shoulder, and he felt Lestat do the same. "I love you." _ Father...why aren't you paying attention to me? _ "I love you too, Louis." _ Father...don't ignore me! You monster! I hate you! Listen to me! _ Lestat kissed Louis and lay back on the blankets with him. 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