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The song in our hearts

Lestat De Lioncourt x Female Reader

A musician with a heart that sings and an admirer who wishes to see his songbird thrive. Two beings in different worlds get caught up in each other when someone threatens to steal his songbird's spotlight. Loving Lestat isn't simple, and your life will never be the same again. What is eternity without chaos?

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Chapter Twelve - Midnight piano

Smutty Start

Your lips parted in a silent scream as he buried himself deep inside of you. Both of you were still covered in blood, and yet that wasn't even the vase of your hunger any more. Lestat licked along your jaw, clearing some of the red, but not much. He loved how it looked on you.

You gasp loudly in his ear and he grins. He has you right where he wants you. His desire is insatiable.

With every sharp thrust of his hips you feel yourself losing concentration. All you can feel is him. You want to hold him, taste him, feel him, be one with him.

Lestat licks along your neck and grunts heavily in your ear. You feel perfect against his body. Everything was perfect. You're perfect.

It's been a long time since Lestat last felt like this.

He kisses you passionately and drapes himself over your body. You open your eyes and stare at his handsome face. His hair hangs down like a curtain around him, his lips are curled into a grin.

“Perfect,” he whispers.

You smile and pull him down into another kiss. Your hands wrap securely around his neck. Lestat gives in and accepts your embrace. He buries his nose in your hair, inhaling you. You smell like sex. It's delicious.

He rolls his hips again, slowly. He silences your moan with a kiss, nibbling at your bottom lip as he does so. He's enjoying all the sounds you're making, but he also has a desire to tease you, too.

“Lestat,” you groan his name in a low voice.

“Oui, amour?” He smirks.

You smile up at him, fluttering your eyelashes. He chuckles, amused by your innocent act. However, he's so distracted by your pretty face that when you get the jump on him and swap positions with him, he looks up at you surprised.

You roll your hips and leave him speechless. His long nails scratch along your skin, leaving you aching for more. You ride him with a smile upon your lips, desire running through your veins.

No one would have thought you had just killed 2 people and were having sex because of how hot it was.

Your life has turned upside down.

Lestat was twirling you around the dance floor of the club he had brought you to. The upbeat music wasn't to his tastes, but with a beautiful woman dancing in his arms, how could he resist?

His classical heart yearned to hear you play your piano for him, for it had been a while since he last got to hear your sweet music, but for now he could endure this too fast beat.

You were smiling and laughing as he pulled you in close. He loved the way your eyes lit up as you danced. The smile on your lips should forever belong there. The skirt of the dress he chose for you swishes around your legs with every spin and bounce. You were a delight.

You hoped the night would never end, but you knew the sun would have to rise.

However, there were things other than the sun that could interrupt your night. A certain someone who you had hoped to forget. The call of your name has you turning around to see who wad there.

Eleanor.

Lestat's arm instantly comes to settle around your waist. His gaze is sharp and alert. He's watching her closely.

“Oh, didn't expect to see you here,” you say, wishing to be anywhere else right now.

“Just making the most of my stay here.”

You offer her friendly smile.

“No one's seen you for a little while,” she comments. “I was with Amelie-”

“You were with Amelie?” You ask sharply. Lestat squeezes your hip gently with his hand. Calm down.

“Yes… She mentioned she hadn't seen you in a few days.”

“I've been busy,” you replied, feeling the need to defend yourself.

“Doing what?”

You don't like the way she asks that. The way she's looking at you sets on edge for some reason. You try and focus on her mind, needing to know what she wants.

‘She must have been drinking. She's acting strange.’

She doesn't suspect anything else, so you accept her thoughts. You straighten up and hold your head up high. “Makijg music,” you say.

“Oh? So, you're still playing at the theater?”

“Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?” You ask. Lestat gives you another warning with his hand.

“Others suspect your sponsor here is whisking you away to make you famous.” She eyes Lestat again. The vampire grins at her.

“This is my home,” you state.

“For now. You might change your mind.”

The two of you stare at each other. She's making you uncomfortable with her questions. You can't help thinking she's dogging for something, but perhaps yours the one overthinking.

“I'll be there on Friday.”

Eleanor stares at you. You can't pick up on anymore of her thoughts. Whatever she's doing, she really is keeping it to herself. Not even a whisper.

“Enjoy your night.” She walks away.

Lestat pulls you into his arms and kisses you softly. “Pay the woman no mind. She simply does not like me.”

“She's getting on my nerves. Why is she even still here? The police found nothing.” You sigh.

Lestat shrugs and brushes some hair behind your ear. “Who cares? Let us enjoy our night, amour.”

You wrap your arms around his shoulders and smile again. Yeah, you can forget all about her. You have everything you want and need right here.

Friday. An hour after the sun has set. You're in your dressing room with Lestat. You're sitting on your vanity table. Lestat is standing between your legs kissing you passionately against your mirror.

There's a knock on your door.

“Come in,” you sigh. Lestat doesn't pull away, he just holds you against his chest and nuzzles your temple with his nose. He inhales sharply. You're wearing the perfume he bought you on the way here. You smell divine.

Jack enters. He seems surprised to see Lestat in here too. “I've just seen you requested an extra fifteen minutes on stage.”

“Yes,” you smile at him.

“Can I ask why?”

Lestat nips your ear gently and you giggle softly. You give him an affectionate warning glare. He just grins.

“I have a special performance planned. I need the extra time.”

Jack looks between you and the man wrapped around you. Everyone seems to be on edge with Lestat around. It's almost amusing.

“Alright… I'll see if the dancers are okay delaying their performance for you.”

“Thank you, Jack,” you smile at him.

Jack exits the room. You can sense his confusion and unease on the way out. Lestat chuckles in your ear and then goes back to kissing you.

Your lover is reluctant to leave you when the show starts, but he goes off to his box as told. You get ready for the show.

Wearing your ruby necklace and lipstick to match, you head out to the wings. Amelie is there waiting. She does a double take when you arrive. She looks you up and down.

“What?” You ask.

“You look… good.”

You smile. “I feel good.” In fact, you've never felt better.

“Jack said you asked for extra time. Asked if we could delay the dance routine. You never ask for more time.”

“Tonight's special is all.”

Amelie looks at you for a good few moments before returning her gaze to the stage. “Are you okay?” She asks out of the blue.

“Yeah, why?” You eye her.

“Something seems different about you.”

You smile. “I've found my purpose, that's all.”

Amelie doesn't question what you mean by that. She watches you walk onto the stage after your name is called. You walked with a whole.new confident aura about you.

You take a bow to your captive audience. Soft muttering can be heard in the room, but with your sharp new hearing you can hear just fine.

‘My goodness, she's beautiful.’

‘Who is that?’

‘This doesn't seem like the same pianist I saw last time.’

You smile and take your seat at the bench. The room goes quiet. They sit, watch, and wait.

You play.

Lestat leans forward in his box, completely enamored by you. He cannot tear away his eyes. You're a vision. His ears are blessed by your music. All of this is new. No one had heard any of these pieces before. You were blessing your audience with a new era of your talent.

Lestat was your sole inspiration. Every note you played, you played for him.

Amelie watched from the wings in surprise. This music was unlike anything she had ever heard you play. She had no idea what had been going on with you. She had stopped at your apartment a couple of times, but you hadn't been there. Whatever it was you were doing, it had led to this.

Murmurs erupted quietly among the audience. They were in awe. Your music was your magic. It was casting a spell over each and every one of them.

You felt alive.

A whole 45 minutes passed with the entire room hooked onto every note you played. You were their master in command. You wanted them to listen and they did.

Lestat smiled proudly from his box.

Once you finished your last piece, Lestat was the first to stand and applaud. Everyone else copied him within seconds. You smiled as you stood from your piano and took a bow.

You had put on the performance of a lifetime.

As soon as you were backstage once again, Amelie came up to you. She grasped your arm gently and smiled. “Goodness! Everyone was standing. That was incredible.”

You smile proudly.

“You've been busy writing music,” she points out.

“Yes, well, I've had a lot of inspiration. Music comes to me as naturally as…” You were going to say breathing. “Walking,” you correct yourself.

“You're amazing.” Amelie looks at you with so much awe in her gaze.

“Mon amour.”

Both of you turn to see Lestat walking towards you. You smile and wrap your arms around him. Lestat brings you close to his chest and nips at your ear playfully.

“What did you think?” You ask him.

“There are no words.” He grins. “You have blown them all away.”

You grin. “I felt… powerful.”

Lestat grins. “Good.”

Amelie watches you both, curious by this interaction. It is clear to her that you and Lestat have certainly become… more. She notices the way his hand trails low on your hip and the way his eyes stare into you intensely.

“So, that's where you've been?” She asks. You look at her. “With him.”

“Yes.” You turn to face her. Lestat wraps his arms around your waist and rests his head on your shoulder. “Problem?”

“No.”

You both look at each for a moment and then she smiles. You return the smile. You want to go over and give her a hug, but a voice calls out and stops you.

“I think drinks are in order.” You all turn to see Eleanor standing there off to the side. She wears a smile, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes.

“Oh yes!” Amelie cheers.

“What do you say, amour? Shall we celebrate?” Lestat grins again.

“Oui.” You smile and look at Eleanor. “A splendid idea.”

Eleanor chuckles softly and walks away. You watch her go.

She was still here. Why?

Lestat brushes some hair out of your face and kisses down your neck. He's trying to distract you. It's working.

Amelie has to break the moment. Otherwise, you'd both start getting frisky then and there. Eleanor be damned.

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steviebunny · 4 days ago

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is it controversial for me to say that fan fiction writers shouldn’t have to accept criticism of their writing? it’s not as if anyone is entering this for a grade, they’re writing about characters doing stuff - they don’t need to know that you didn’t like it maybe just move on

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Dear Desperado

Chapter Eight

Warning: slight angst, smut, cuck (?), Armand's freak was matched, lovebombing, rough sex, unprotected sex, oral (female receiving)

Morning came with a fond quietness to the start of Carmen's day as she stepped out of her shower, slowly wrapping a towel around her body as she walked to the mirror by the sink wiping away the steam to look at her reflection when she gasped in fright- turning swiftly around a hand quickly covered her mouth and was pressed back until her lower back roughly pressed against the cold marble of the sink.

Her eyes looking up at Lestat's very own filled with panic and urgancy as he stared cold daggers into Carmen

"Are you trying to get yourself killed before our plan succeeds?!" He whispered harshly as Carmen looked up at him in confusion

"Armand saw you last night with Daniel, in the music room" Lestat reminded as the females eyes widened slightly in worry "exactly!" Lestat chastised "I know you couldn't control yourself and this is taking too long- but you can't afford to be sloppy now"

Carmen's eyes softened as she reached up and removed Lestat's hand from her mouth

"I'm not getting sloppy. Just got sidetracked...besides, Daniel's starting to remember" she explained as Lestat looked at her silently for a moment before sighing "And what shall be your grand excuse once Armand confronts you? We both know he will at some point....and that worries me" fear was evident in Lestat's eyes as Carmen sighed, laying a comforting hand on his arm before giving a gentle squeeze

"At this point I could care less what Armand does; he's hurt us beyond warranting emotional response anymore- l will handle it should it get to a confrontation"

"And what if he threatens Daniel's life like he'd done to him before?"

Lestat questioned, eyes filled with hatred and suffering remembering what Armand did in that Motel.

To Daniel.

To Louis.

To them all...

"I won't let him" Carmen's voice brought him back to reality as her expression hardened to one of determination "I got a hold of Him a few nights ago" she said as Lestat's eyes looked at her in surprise. Hope flickering like small flames in his chest.

"He already has people watching over Louis back in Nola- he lives at your old home; Claudia is helping him refurbish it-...."

"I thought you said Claudia was in Egypt with Madeleine" Lestat argued in confusion, trying not to let joy consume him at hearing Louis went back to their home and that he was safe.

"I lied, I didn't want Armand to know the truth" Carmen shrugged as she folded her arms. She knew she could easily block Armand out of her mind, but with Lestat.... He could do anything, even read his thoughts still; which is why against her own better judgement but Lestat's insistence she'd help hide their plan somewhere Armand couldn't reach but somewhere close where only Lestat could remember.

"And what did He plan for Daniel? His safety is the most at risk Mon Amour" Lestat reminded as Carmen sighed at that reminder

"Rashid knows what to do should it come to it that I have to give Daniel a quick second for escape; there's a car with his belongings already waiting" she answered as Lestat's eyes softened when he noticed the sadness in Carmen's eyes.

That she'd have to lose Daniel all over again in the name of protecting him just as they did for their respective companions all those years ago....

"We're almost there, Lestat....right on the cusp of getting our freedom- just trust me" Carmen asked as the male sighed softly, still warranted with worry but nodded none the less

"Just do me a favour?" Carmen requested as Lestat rose an eyebrow at her "keep Daniel busy, talk about that time we all bumped into each other in San Francisco"

"And what will you be doing?" Lestat asked with a raised eyebrow. He usually had to distract Armand for very few specific reasons....

"Groveling to Armand the only way I know he'll let me" Carmen answered, internally churning with unease and dread as Lestat's face grimaced at her words before stiffly nodding his head and turned to leave the bathroom

"The things you do for love.... I hope Daniel knows one day of the turmoil you endured just for him" Lestat said as he stopped at the door, slightly turning around to regard Lestat with an amused and bitter smile towards her "I'm envious; I wonder if you'd have fought this hard for me too-..."

"In a heartbeat" Carmen cut him off as Lestat's eyes widened at her words "I often fight my hardest when the people I love are at risk; you still count as one of those people- even after everything" her words made Lestat's smile quiver as tears welled in his eyes.

He knew he didn't deserve that. I didn't do Anything good for her to ever deserve that....

"I'll go see what Daniel is up to" Lestat smiled, quickly leaving the bathroom as Carmen sighed to herself.

"Daniel! Good morning!" Lestat greeted cheerfully as he sauntered into the living room where the male currently sat looking over a photo album that Carmen had kept all these years- a book filled memories he'd forgotten.

Trips to the beach, carnivals, the movies.... And they looked so happy in all of them; he himself doesn't even think he has ever smiled this much in his life. Not with his ex-wives or probably his own daughters.... They just looked like nothing in the world could ever go wrong.

Until Lestat walked into the room and reminded him that Everything went wrong in every conceivable way possible.

"Oh joy. My least favourite Vampire" Daniel flatly greeted back as he closed the photo album and removed his reading glasses, watching Lestat elegantly drape himself onto the recliner and chuckle at his annoyance. His sarcasm reminded him so much of Carmen's. He can see why she found him so appealing, even now- not even aging has stopped her from seeing him as the man she loves.

"I was asked, dutifully, to keep you company while Carmen attends to some business with Armand- hope you do not mind" Lestat announced as he watched worry etch itself onto Daniel's face. Concerned for his beloved as his thoughts raced a mile a minute

"Calm yourself my American friend she'll be fine" Lestat assured with an amused smile while crossing his legs while Daniel glared at him "You want me to not worry? After I spent 4 days listening to Carmen tell me Armand is the worst of both of you? After listening to her tell me she was abused....?" He questioned tossing the album aside on the couch as he leaned forward, elbows on his knees as he continued

"Want me to calm down.... When we all spent 3 days running away from Armand- and he still found us in San Diego?" Daniel asked watching Lestat's expression turn grim, looking away from him as those memories ate up at him before he swallowed that pain, that insufferable pain down and looked back at Daniel with a forced smile

"I'm glad your memories are returning; shall we continue with the interview while we wait for Carmen?"

"I'm not doing anything until Carmen shows up, preferably without any bruises, wounds or tears of dispair in her eyes" Daniel answered as he folded his arms and sat back. He might not be able to storm off and search for Carmen himself or protect her from Armand, but he sure as hell can sit there and wait!

"So stubborn.... I can see why Carmen fell for you, other than your looks of course" Lestat teased as Daniel glared at him, looking unamused

"I'm sure Carmen would've said the same thing to Louis about you" he retorted back as Lestat chuckled at his biting words.

He was beginning to regret doing this favour for Carmen. She'd find Daniel half a corpse if she didn't grovel a bit faster!

Armand stood in Carmen's bedroom, walking slowly lost in thought as he ran his hands against her belongings, like the robe she wore last night when she so intimately gave herself to Daniel. Holding it against his face he could still smell the intoxicating allure of her perfume and her scent; a hint of Earth and wildflowers that still clung to her skin even after she'd left the Desert all those centuries ago...

And underneath that heavenly scent that was only her, he smelled Daniel's smoky scent and heady cologne. He hated that smell so much it left him I'll to his core. He hated having to wash away that scent from every article of clothing Carmen once owned before just setting them all on fire and burning new ones. He hated how Carmen still clung to her memories and dreams of Daniel, years spent watching his wife create scrapbook after scrapbook of newspaper articles that he'd written and her bookcase filled with novels he'd either written or read over the years. With Lestat it was easy how the male made his hatred for him known- reminding him day after day, night after night that he'd never love him for as long as Louis was breathing- and Armand had many a thought to go seek Louis out and kill him just to see Lestat crumble, but he knew doing that wouldn't make Lestat want him or love him again.

He hated him with Louis alive and out of his reach and he'd hate him if Louis died- there was no in between!

And he hated that too.

He hated how both his spouses spent every waking moment of their lives together arguing and blaming him and each other for their respective misery until their voices were hoarse and they spent weeks after ignoring each other as if they were ghosts. It drove Armand crazy!

Yes he was aware this was his doing, but he didn't think this would persist for 70 whole years!

"Good to know I still don't have a privilege of privacy still" came Carmen's voice as she stood by the open door of her bedroom, towel still wrapped around her body as she entered and walked past Armand to go to her vanity, but the male was quick to grip her arm- dropping her robe back onto the bed- and turned her towards him until their eyes met.

For a moment Carmen's heart raced when she saw those eyes.... Those cruel, violent eyes.... And Armand saw how she looked up at him, like a victim ready to plead for their life. So many times he has seen that look on her face- and the first time ever seeing it directed at him was when he'd laid his hands on her for the first time. The only time Armand once promised himself.... But it never remained the first time.

"Is this the part you throw me to the floor and break my bones for sleeping with Daniel last night?" Carmen came right out and ask, her voice shaking with fear as she felt Armand's grip on her arm tighten to the point she winced and hissed in pain, feeling his thumb threateningly press against the bone beneath her skin that began to softly bruise beneath his harsh hold

"70 years.... 70 long, cruel years of you rejecting me, of me crawling on my hands and knees for a crumb of your affection or cruelty and all it took to break it all.... Was him?" Armand asked, eyes softening to ones of a puppy being hurt by its owner- stripped of his cruel gaze and his menacing stance and all was left before Carmen was the boy. The precious boy who was hurt by everyone in his life and all died before he ever got to hear the words 'I'm sorry' to him.

The boy who was afraid the one woman who cared for him so tenderly once upon a time, who held him like a gift to be praised by the Heavens was being taken away from him all over again!

"What does he have.... That's so easy for you to love? What am I missing?" Armand asked, tears brimming his eyes as he desperately searched Carmen's eyes for an answer while she looked up at him in shock to his words- caught off guard more like. She truly was prepared for him to hurt her in some way, hell even yell while doing so- but she did not think he'd ask that, or even break down at all....

"Am I that unworthy of your love? Am I too cruel of a monster to believe I deserve to be loved by you anymore?" Armand continued to ask, his hand letting go of her arm and began to cling to her waist, resorting to a stance both of them were familiar with whenever Armand was desperate and beaten down to the point of emotional turmoil, he dropped to his knees and hugged her thighs as he began to sob against her soft skin.

He was at his wits end. He was afraid. Deathly afraid that Carmen was falling out of love with him now. He'd already been certain that Lestat didn't love him anymore, and that was a bitter pill to swallow- but he just couldn't lose Carmen too!

Carmen could feel that fragile and familiar pull in her heart that she'd reserved for Armand when he got like this; broken and uncertain of himself, begging to be loved- to feel like he was being seen, like his pain was being acknowledged.... And she hated that she still loved Armand enough to endure it all for him as she sat down on the edge of the bed, watching him crawl and follow her never once letting go of her legs as he sobbed against her knees while Carmen began to carass the nape of his neck with her fingers before delicately brushing through the curls of his hair to calm him down.

She had no words that could ever placate Armand, for she did not want to lie to him just this once. She knew she loved Daniel more than Armand, more than Lestat, hell even more than her darling Santiago. To her there was no other man or Vampire who could ever dream to compare themselves to Daniel. But even in her vengeful hatred of him Carmen still loved Armand in her own way. She still cared because she recognised that Armand was, For lack of a better word, broken.

All his ever known his in lifetime is pleasure and pain, and the one time he knew love was with her.... He showed her what it was like to actually be loved even though she herself was afraid to let herself love anyone ever again, and against her better judgement she found herself loving Armand because he reminded her of herself.

He was her, and she was him. And that's something neither Lestat or anybody would ever understand.

"Armand...." Carmen called softly, and Armand's only response to her was him wrapping his arms tighter around her legs, like a child about to be reprimanded for being disobedient.

And so Carmen tried again once more. She needed Armand to see her, look her in the eyes when she spoke to him

"Arun" she called out again, a name she did not wish to use ever again for Armand's sake and safety, but it got the needed result when the male slowly looked up at her, bloody tears running down his cheeks as he spoke "Yes Maitress?" And again Carmen felt the invisible knife twist itself in her heart at him calling her that.

She too wanted to find the bastards who hurt her husband and bring them back to life just so she could set them on fire for what they did to Armand.... In her eyes, eyes filled with passing age of watching the world before her change and the once beautiful rivers dry up and cities and pyramids wither and fall apart, Armand was still a boy. A scared boy with the soul of a 400 year old Vampire who fooled himself that he was a Maitre. That he was unbreakable.

"I wish I'd met you earlier, so much earlier in life.... Maybe we'd have had more time together. Maybe I'd..... I'd love you harder, love you stronger" Carmen spoke softly as she laid her hand on Armand's cheek and watched as he leaned into her touch, still searching for that tender affection he so craved....

And it broke Carmen's heart that he'd seek it from someone who didn't love him the way he loved her, even if his heart still beat for her.

"You love me enough.... I just want you to stay with me; say you will stay with me" Armand begged as he kissed her palm, his eyes noticing the internal struggle inside her as he brows furrowed and she sighed heavily like it was a burden she could not bare bring to existence....

Slowly Armand's kisses travelled from her palm to her leg, beginning at her feet as he held it so fondly, appraising God that such a woman walked the Earth with him while his lips travelled up her leg until thighs parted for him to kneel between as he laid her thigh over his shoulder and kiss the soft skin of her inner thigh- shivering softly in delight when he heard Carmen's breath hitch in her throat and foot press against his back, silently begging for more.

Carmen hated herself for doing this. For being so weak for Armand, she could never refuse him when he got like this. So docile and needy and fragile and desperate.... It was disgusting how quick she folded to him, silently telling herself this was going to be just one more time as she felt Armand's tongue meet her clit in perfect and slow circles that made Carmen bite down on her lip just as a whimper slipped out and she rested back on her elbows, letting her towel unravel and fall off so Armand could feast his eyes on her beautiful body as he took her clit into her mouth and sucked, moaning when her plush thighs pressed together against his head as his hands gripped the backs of her thighs and pressed them back until she was fully open and exposed to him. Her lips parting like flowers and her wetness clinching to them like honey dripping against them.

And Armand could hold himself back no longer as his tongue delved into her pussy, swirling and licking up all he could get from her, his nose softly bumping against her clit to add to the delicate stimulation that had Carmen laying flat on the bed moaning softly as she gripped his hair to pull him deeper, to feel his tongue deeper inside her- so deep it felt like he were licking at her soul.

Armand was drunk off the taste of her alone. So long it has been that he'd gone mad without feeling her dripping upon his tongue like this in so long. His hands run past her waist, letting her plant her feet on his shoulders, and run up her sides until his hands enveloped her breasts that fit so perfectly and felt so soft and warm as he kneaded them, groaning softly when Carmen arched into his touch while grinding herself against his tongue licking from her core to her clit, enveloping it into his mouth to suck while releasing one breast so he'd slowly slip two of his long and dexterous fingers into her pussy

"Fuck....! Armand..." Carmen gasped when she felt his fingers stretch her open, biting on her bottom lip when he curled them into that familiar bundle of nerves that made her quiver around his fingers and moan when his other finger pinched and pulled on her nipple. But something didn't feel right to Armand, something in the way she moaned her name.

He didn't like it. He didn't like it at all.

"Moan His name" Armand asked all of a sudden, as Carmen looked down at him in confusion thought the expression didn't last long when Armand's fingers moved deeper, got quicker at pistoning against that spot over and over until she was throwing her head back and gripping the pillows and the curls of his hair tightly "I...I don't.... F-fuck...! Understand!" Carmen could barely stutter out, listening to the wet squelches her pussy made with each thrust and twist of Armand's fingers inside her

"You so prettier when you say Daniel's name in throes of pleasure" Armand spoke, his lips kissing upon her thigh while his thumb rubbed on her clit watching her body writhe on the bed as she moaned for him "You sounded so beautiful... I felt myself harden when I watched him hold you and made you take him- you couldn't stop saying his name over and over.... He even brought tears of pleasure to your eyes" he lemented, feeling himself throbbing painfully against his pants, thrusting his fingers faster into her pussy at just remembering how wet she sounded, how full her pussy looked taking Daniel....

"Please... Say his name for me" Armand begged as Carmen felt herself get closer to the age. Her mind reeling and body trembling at how fucked up and turned on she was at such a horrendous request; it sounded obsurd, to want your own wife to moan another man's name, but here Armand was asking for exactly that!

And who was Carmen to deny her husband?

"D-Daniel...." She whimpered softly as she heard Armand moan against her pussy as he began to suck and lick her pussy lips, still thrusting into her and rubbing her clit with his skilled thumb- driving Carmen towards her end as she looked between her thighs at him looking up at her, silently begging her to say her lover's name again "Daniel...oh God...Daniel I'm g-gonna cum!" She moaned as she toes curled against Armand's shoulders and her back arched off the bed feeling the coil in her stomach tighten all while Armand felt himself grow uncomfortable in his pants, a wet spot forming where he was leaking at listening to Carmen's sweet voice call out to Daniel.

But it wasn't enough. He needed to hear her cry it, scream it, chant it until she was hoarse and quacking.

Carmen whimpered as she sat up on her elbows when she felt Armand stop and pull his fingers out of her pussy and grip her ankle tightly before flipping her over onto her stomach and climbed over her, skin upon skin as he'd removed his clothing. His lips kissing up her shoulder to the spot behind her ear where he saw Daniel kissing, a place that made Carmen moan and grind against his erection that was pressed between her ass and his pelvic, gripping her waist to hold her down while using his knee to push her leg wide open for him to settle between, his hands running up her arms until the found her hands and intertwined their fingers together as he began pushing into warm and wet walls "How I missed being inside you...." Armand whimpered as he gave short, deep thrusts. Lost in feeling her pussy swallow all of him just like it used to, but his mind wondered what did Daniel's dick feeling like? Was it thick like his? Was it longer? Did it reach spots in Carmen that he couldn't? A crude moan left Armand at just imagining it, not even realising that his pace had quickened a bit until Carmen's moans grew as she bit into her pillow, drooling at how deep Armand was, his tip abusing her cervix with each energetic thrust of his hips.

"Do you think h-he'd fuck you like this....?" Armand asked in between moans of pleasure as one hand let go of her own and gripped her hair and pulled until she had her head tilted back moaning into the openness of her room, escorted by the sound of skin rapidly slapping against skin "Well do you? Or would he be rougher? Or gentler than I?" Armand asked as Carmen tried to find her words, but all that came out was Daniel's name past her lips which only fuelled Armand as he pushed her head back down while the other gripped her waist and began fucking her harder, eyes fluttering closed when he felt her pussy throbbing around his length, a warning, a tantalizing promising of Carmen's orgasm

"You're close. Is it because of me, or because you're thinking of Daniel in this moment?" Armand whispered against her ear as Carmen reached back to grip his hair and pull him down as she slightly turned her head to the side to kiss him Deeply making him falter a bit in his thrusts before he resumed his pace, pulling out until the tip before slamming back in and relishing in her pussy gushing and tightening around him everytime he did so as Carmen licked his bottom lip and looked into his eyes and spoke "I want Armand to make me cum.... Will you make me cum, Armand?" She begged as Armand felt his orgasm rip through his body suddenly at her words which triggered her own as she clawed her bed, ripping the bedding apart as they moaned each other's names. Softly coming down their high as Armand draped his body over Carmen's, his limbs too heavy yet also too feather light for him to even attempt to move. But Carmen didn't mind the added weight. She'd let Armand rest there, he earned it.

She just hoped Lestat's patience's and Daniel's impatience could hang on for her a bit longer....

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You’re laughing? The official IWTV writers room page just retweeted this and you’re laughing???

gorgeous art credit -> HERE 💕 Please reblog the original as artist is also on tumblr!

update: sadly people were so excited over this that they removed the retweet adlfkjadf...but we saw 👀

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steviebunny · 8 days ago

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The Unholy Trinity of “Why Do I Want To Bang You” Part 3

Bonus Cause Y'know I Love the Old Man

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steviebunny · 8 days ago

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Rainy Day: Part 1

Lestat x Louis x Reader smut

About: Reader works as a familiar for Louis and Lestat, they go out for a walk and end up getting drenched in the rain. They realise that the house is closer than their apartment so they stop there and find Lestat who just has to take care of them. Louis walks in on the pair of them.

Warnings/Contains: degrading, belittling, fingering, voyeurism

Reader: gender neutral reader who was afab

You wrapped your coat around you and lowered your head as the rain picked up, mentally cursing yourself for leaving your umbrella behind. Your boots splashed in the pools of rainwater as you rushed back to the townhouse, your clothes already soaking wet. You fumbled with the door, sighing as the key got stuck, before finally shoving it open with a grunt. You were met with a surprised Lestat, who was eyeing you up from behind the piano he was playing merely moments ago.

“Hi...I came out for a walk and didn’t realise it would be raining and here was closer than my apartment.” You said with a playful yet exhausted tone.

“You didn’t think to bring an umbrella? That was silly.” He teased, a playful glint in his eye.

“Mm, I know.” You sighed and rolled your eyes light-heartedly.

You peeled your coat off, shivering at the sensation, and hung it up to dry, not noticing that Lestat had snuck up on you. He gave you a sincere look as he eyed you over, cupping your cheeks and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Poor thing, you’re soaked through.” He cooed at you, already reaching for your buttons.

You felt warmth return to your body as he quickly and easily unbuttoned your waistcoat, a blessing and a curse that he could get you so worked up. He moved behind you, pulling the waistcoat off before leaning in, pressing his chest to your back as he studied your expression.

“You’re freezing.” He hummed, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Thank you for that observation.” You teased, giving him a soft smile as you leaned into the touch.

“We’ll have to fix that.” He cooed, peppering kisses over your neck and jaw.

You placed your hands over his, yearning for body heat that he could not provide. He pressed his nose into your neck, enjoying your scent for a moment before letting go of you. You flashed him a disappointed look, enjoying the contact even if it didn’t make you any warmer.

“Come, let’s get these off of you.” He took your hand and led you upstairs.

He ran you a bath and took his sweet time undressing you, pressing kisses on practically every inch of your body, as if touching you would bring back your warmth…and in a way, it did. Only a few minutes had passed and you were flustered and giddy, watching as he placed your clothes into the wash basket.

“I think I could’ve managed that myself.” You said playfully.

“But how awful would I be if I didn’t take care of you, hm?” He cooed, cupping your face as he looked down at you.

You let out a content sound, shutting your eyes as he leaned forward and kissed you. You hummed against his lips, your fingers wandering up to cup his jaw.

“Poor love, maybe I just won’t let you outside anymore.” He teased before letting go of you.

“Asking me to move in?” You grinned as you stepped into the bath, sinking down into the warm water with a relieved hum.

He started undressing himself, your eyes meeting as you relaxed in the water. You were giddy at the thought of sharing a bath with him, and of course he could tell.

“Wouldn’t be so bad would it?” He hummed. “Keeping you here just for me and Louis?”

You sighed softly, at the feeling of the water, at the sound of his voice, at the idea of staying with the pair of them.

“I can definitely imagine worse things.” You spoke softly, your words sounding needier than you had intended.

“Hmph.” Lestat smirked before approaching the side of the bath. “Feeling any better?”

“A little.” You tilted your head with a sly smile, knowing you could get more if you played it up.

“Such a delicate thing, aren’t you?” He cooed as he sunk down at the opposite end of the bath, your legs tangling together.

“In comparison to you, yes.” You smiled, desperate to be closer to him already.

He was in your thoughts, under your skin, listening in to your fantasies. You locked eyes for a moment and you could tell he was reading you, it both excited you and put you on edge. He smirked as he spoke to you without even parting his lips, effortlessly beckoning you closer.

“Thought you’d never ask.” You said softly as you moved over to sit in his lap.

“You could’ve asked.” He teased, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Mm but I like hearing it from you.” You sighed, making it clear that you enjoyed having him in your head, taking control of whatever you wanted or needed.

“Can’t bear to do anything yourself, can you?” He tutted. “Need me to look after you, don’t you?”

“Mm.” You nodded. “Yes.”

Moments passed as you relaxed against once another, your hands gently exploring each others bodies as you silently riled one another up.

“Where is Louis?” You whispered, glancing up at Lestat with a curious expression.

“Some business meeting..I didn’t have the energy for it today.” He huffed, clearly irritated that Louis hadn’t stayed to entertain him.

“Lucky I came and saved you from your loneliness then, hm?” You teased.

“Oh, so very lucky.” He whispered, playing into it as he kissed your neck.

You tilted your head, baring more skin to him as you relished in the sensation. You were silently begging him for more, tempting him to take a bite.

“I’m meant to be taking care of you, sweet thing.” He hummed. “As much as I find you irresistible..”

“Mm I suppose so.” You huffed playfully.

“Let me take care of you.” He whispered, his fingers lingering over your thighs.

“I’ll never say no to that..” You sighed contentedly, resting your head against him.

Lestat hummed softly in response as his fingers danced over and up your thighs before brushing over your clit. Your hips involuntarily shifted forwards to meet his fingertips, your lips parting as he gently circled the sensitive nerve. You buried your head into his neck, relaxing against him as he coaxed quiet moans from your lips. He peered down at you, his eyes practically glowing with desire.

“Is that better, little love?” He whispered, his tone making butterflies flutter in your stomach.

“Mm much better.” You spoke breathily, worked up over the simplest of touches.

He smiled at your words before trailing his fingers over your entrance, toying with your arousal before slipping two fingers in. You gasped at the sensation, toes curling as he immediately began to move. He chuckled at your reaction, his fingers finding your sweet spot with ease.

“So good for me..I could do anything and you’d just take it.” He hummed, filling your mind with images of him taking you in any way he wanted.

A knot began to form in your stomach, the mental image of him fucking you only fuelled your desire and tipped you towards to the edge.

“Fuck….yes.” You sighed. “I’m yours.”

“Mm I know.” He whispered with a smug tone.

He looked up, noticing Louis who was leaning against the doorway, watching the pair of you with a soft smirk. He was already hard just from the sight of you both, desperate to join you. He decided against it, not wanting to disturb you, and watched instead. His eyes fixated on the way your hand wrapped around Lestat’s wrist, keeping him in place as you got closer.

“I’m not going anywhere my love.” He cooed, sharing a content look with Louis.

You merely moaned in response, lost in the pleasure and his voice in your head. He trailed his thumb over your clit, brushing over the nerve as he repeatedly hit your sweet spot, his well practiced fingers knowing just what to do to push you over the edge. Your hips bucked forwards as you finally let go, waves of pleasure rippling through your body as he coaxed you through your orgasm. You let out a string of breathy moans, your eyebrows furrowing with pleasure before you started to come down.

“That’s it..” He hummed, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

Louis could hardly contain himself, the sight of you making him desperate and needy. He was palming himself, almost jealous of the pair of you with how worked up he had gotten.

You panted softly, opening your eyes to meet Lestat’s before noticing the figure in the doorway. Your cheeks flushed as you looked at Louis, feeling another wave of arousal as you noticed how hard he was.

“They were caught in the rain, I just had to take care of them mon cher.” Lestat teased.

“Mhm, you feeling better now?” Louis asked, his eyebrow raised as he eyed you over.

“Mm almost.” You bit your lip, subtly looking him up and down.

“Almost? You’re getting greedy.” Louis hummed. “You’re lucky I can’t say no to those faces.”

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steviebunny · 8 days ago

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Dear Desperado

Chapter Seven A

Warning: fluff, tooth sweetening fluff, hurt with comfort, romance, it's the 70's, thoughts past trauma and abuse

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The soft breeze from the wide open window of the well decorated apartment of one Carmen made the thin white curtains sweep to and fro with the influence of the air. The night was a bit humid with the approaching summer weather as Carmen sat at the kitchen dinner table, reading a magazine enjoying a cigarette and Led Zeppelin playing in her walkman. Legs laid on the table as a certain fluffy black cat lay upon her lap purring away as it slept peacefully on her owners lap.

Carmen has been living in San Francisco for a good 4 years now after travelling from one country or city for years out running Lestat and Armand from finding her, and for the moment she has succeeded- she just didn't know for how long.

But for all her worth, she's been living under the radar. Keeping her apartment clean and quiet, rent paid every month on time, she was very close with the old landlady who took to Carmen quite quickly- seeing the young looking beauty as a struggling youth who needed shelter.

'Its in your eyes dear' Miss Owens once said when she'd invited Carmen over for tea. 'You lived a cruel life, but you're a survivor- a fighter' she'd said.

Carmen wasn't so sure about the 'fighter' part of Miss Owens words, but she sure as hell was a survivor.

So for the time being Carmen just had her apartment and her cat!

The familiar sound of Miss Owens footsteps and voice walking the halls got Carmen's attention as she removed her headphone to focus her hearing

"The apartment building is relatively a good and decent building, got good tenants- no riffraff or criminals loitering around here"

She said, her tiny feet shuffling with each step in those fuzzy slippers she always wore with her baby blue robe that always made her smell like cheese and candy for some reason

"And the rent? I just need a place that won't break my budget" came a males response, his voice made Carmen's ears perk up more with interest- her eyes quickly looking at her calendar where the 23rd of April was circled with a red pen, which was today

The day Miss Owens was going to introduce her to her new roommate.

The apartment was too big for one person; a family of three could fit in it so Miss Owens suggested getting Carmen a roommate. The female was reluctant, considering her 'lifestyle' and the coffin she strategically had hidden under the bed just the way Claudia taught her.

She was also particular about who she let into her space, but Miss Owens assured her that the person she found was very composed and handsome- Carmen didn't understand why that second one mattered, she wasn't looking for love anytime soon in this lifetime....

The soft rasp knock on the door got Carmen out of her daze as her cat Ursula hopped off her lap and scurried off while she went to go open the door where she was met with Miss Owens and the man behind the.... Very alluring voice.

And might Carmen say.... He was easy on the eyes.

"Woah" was the males first words to her, eyes wide in wonder and awe as he looked at what Daniel could only perceive as Art imitating life- because there was no way in hell a woman that beautiful did crawl out of a painting or had paintings of her face all over museums somewhere!

"Hello" Carmen snickered softly at his racing complimentary thoughts, feeling rather flattered by his artful description of her. It was fascinating really. Seeing herself through his eyes.

Unlike many other men, her husband's and Amenhotep included, saw her as something they wanted to conquer and present to the world as a status of their manhood and courting skills, Daniel saw her as.... Literal beauty that didn't belong to just one person. In his mind, his beautiful and human mind he saw her as the embodiment of what his 'God' described Angels being.

And he wasn't even that religious.

Miss Owens stood between the two, her short 5'1 self silently giggling as she watched the two silently just fall in love in the hallway as though this was meant to be. She had half a mind to Pat herself on the back on a job well done because she just knew Carmen wouldn't be able to resist the young man. They were surely the same age after all- they'd get along perfectly!

"And that is how we first met...." Carmen smiled softly as Daniel looked at her silent, mind reeling as Carmen began to use her gift to slowly peel away at Armand's influence on her beloveds memories

"I remember.... I think...."

"sshhh.... Don't worry, this is only just the beginning" Carmen promised. Heart racing because she knew she'd finally get Daniel to remember their life together, and afraid that she was running out of time before the other two came back before she got all his memories back!

Night time came around as Carmen sat in the living room, resting on the couch reading a comic book while Ursula napped on top of the TV, though the females ears were trained on the handsome individual currently putting his dishes and bowls into the cabinets in the kitchen.

He'd spent the day unpacking his belongings. From time to time stumbling or walking into a wall or table if Carmen so much as acknowledged him or offered to help.

He seemed to caught off guard by her Arabic accent that she'd long since decided to keep once more after spending aggravating years trying to sound Western back in Paris. She still resided in his thoughts, amused how he was still currently trying to find topics of conversations to begin with, or ask about her life story; who she was, where she worked, where she came from, if she was single...

Ok that one made Carmen giggle out loud, making Daniel slightly turn towards her in question, wondering if she was laughing at him- but caught her still reading her comic book. Making him sigh in relief that she indeed wasn't laughing at him.

That's the last thing he needed; making a fool of himself in front of a gorgeous woman.

Oh if only he knew....

"You were listening to my thoughts that whole time?" Daniel asked, offended and embarassed as Carmen smiled apologetically

"In my defense.... Your thoughts were very loud; and I quite enjoyed your silent compliments and existential crisis" Carmen teased as Daniel rolled his eyes at her

"Ok done!" Daniel sighed as he closed the cardboard after placing his plates inside

"About time I didn't think you finish-...."

"JESUS!" Daniel leaped as he turned swiftly in fright, eyes wide as he clutched his chest that laid his racing heart as he looked at Carmen sitting at the kitchen island oh so casually as if she'd been there the whole time, comic laid in front of her and everything!

"w-werent you in the living room? When did you get up?!" Daniel asked looking between her and the living room area, there was a bit of distance there, not to mention she was still wearing her boots, those damn things would've made a sound on the hardwood floor!

"Are you hungry?" Carmen asked back, ignoring his prior question as the male settled himself and looked at her in confusion "I don't.... necessarily know how to cook, but there is a Diner up the street- I...heard the burgers are nice?" Carmen internally cringed at how she made that sound like a question. It's not like she's eaten human food since she was human; but she does remember one of the neighbours from down the hall use that same pickup line on her before, so she was putting a gamble that the burgers there did taste good, or she'd have to murder her neighbour for lying

Daniel looked surprised that Carmen was offering to take him out for a bite to eat. Wasn't this suppose to be the other way around? Either way, girls like her.... Were way out of his league- it was pure fucking miracles that she wanted to actually take him out.

'wait why am I overthinking this? She's probably just being nice! It's not a date you fucking dumbass' Daniel chastised himself as Carmen raised an eyebrow at him, and to Daniel her perceived that as her waiting for an answer

"um, yeah totally! That's sound awesome- I....I could eat, yeah" he nodded trying to put on a casual swagger to him as he watched Carmen smile happily at him, and Daniel felt himself fucking melt at that damn smile....

"You had the single most gorgeous smile in the world" Daniel chuckled softly as he remembered that moment. How that singular smile made his knees quake.

Something about how.... Precious it looked, like something he wanted to put in a box and treasure forever....

"I've only seen ghosts of that smile- my smile- during our interviews" he recalled as Carmen met his eyes and she gave him a soft and saddened smile

"Yeah well.... You are the only man I showed that smile to; if I did that again, Lestat would've probably killed you" Carmen chuckled ruefully. Though felt his heart flutter when Daniel remembered on his own how he used to call it 'His smile'. A smile only He could get out of her

The walk to the Diner was very quiet and comfortably awkward- alleviated for a brief moment by Carmen lighting herself a cigarette while their footsteps echoed on the gravelly pavement

'God! Even lighting up a fucking cigarette she looks hot as fuck!' Daniel mourned silently, finding it unfair there was no flaw he could see in her from any angle. Like it wasn't Normal to look this ethereal and not have something wrong, right....? Right?!

"Daniel!" The male jumped once more as he turned towards Carmen who held her cigarette out to him, silently offering him a smoke "oh sorry, thank you" he murmured, quickly taking the cigarette from her perfectly manicured hand and placed it between his lips.

"Where is your head, Shamsi? I called you three times" Carmen chuckled as Daniel handed over the cigarette back to her for her to smoke "sorry I was thinking. Maybe I'll head out later- go to some clubs see if I can catch a good story" Daniel 'expertly' lied, hand fixing the strap of his little case that held his tape recorder that he insisted he bring with him just in case.

"You are a reporter?" She asked in interest, blowing smoke into the open air while handing the cigarette back to him

"trying to be. It's all about getting that one good lead" Daniel expressed with such hope as he took a drag of the cigarette while Carmen acknowledged his words with an understanding nod

"Well, hopefully you get your lead soon- fingers crossed" Carmen giggled softly as she ruffled his soft curly hair and hurried across the street to the brightly lit Diner there while Daniel followed after her with a soft smile on his face.

The Diner was mildly packed for the evening, a group of young teens sitting a booth loudly talking, working men and truckers sitting by the bar counter either eating, drinking coffee or conversing- heads turned to regard the two when the entered, curious and awestruck as Carmen held Daniel's hand when a particular Waitress behind the counter looked at Daniel too fondly for the Vampiress's liking while pulling him along with her towards an empty booth by the corner next to the Jukebox.

All the while Daniel could've sworn his heart had imploded and he'd die when Carmen held his hand, almost shivering when he felt her intertwine their fingers together and pull him closer to her side as if screaming to everyone in the Diner

"This dork with the curly hair is MINE"

Safe to say the male was probably picking out wedding rings by the time they sat down and grabbed their menu's to look at them- not once even wanting to question why Carmen held his hand!

It felt nice and he wanted to hold her hand again ok?! sue him if he liked it a little too much!

"Good evening!" Came a soft sing-song voice as the two looked up to see a cute blonde waitress with the greenest of eyes and plumpest of slutty red lips ever. Her waitress uniform unbuttoned to reveal ample cleavage that has Daniel quickly look away and clear his throat as he murmured a quick greeting- much to the waitresses amusement, admiring how cute he was and wondering if she'd give him her number or if she should get his....

"My name Mindy and I will be your waitress tonight; can I get you anything sugar?" Mindy asked, her eyes never leaving Daniel as the male ignored her and looked over at Carmen, eager to know what she was ordering but his words cut off in his throat as he saw the most frightening expression etched on Carmen's once carefree face- she looked like she wanted to murder Mindy, barely even blinking as her nostrils flared and her hands shook with the menu she held in building rage!

"Oh yeah.... I remember Mindy, the bimbo waitress" Daniel almost laugh as Carmen rolled her eyes in disgust and annoyance

"You wanted to kill her didn't you?" Daniel mused as he and Carmen now sat on the bench of Lestat's grand piano in the music room

"Oh I wanted to kill her and her entire bloodline- but you stopped me" Carmen smiled

Without even thinking, Daniel reached over the table and held onto Carmen's wrist, watching as the females gaze shift to him and her face just melt away the anger as it got replaced by the soft expression he knew in these past few hours

Much to Mindy's envious glare to Daniel's fondness she still would persist, and Carmen still wanted to kill her- but Daniel's touch meant more to her at the moment. It was different than all the others she's felt; when so many of her husband's hold on her wrist or hands felt like a master holding back their dog from attacking, Daniel's touch was comforting. Careful....

"wanna order something?" Daniel asked, his eyes never leaving Carmen's. Having the female realise how beautiful his shade of icy blue was

She could look into his eyes for all eternity....

"I....." Carmen paused, words caught in her throat when she felt Daniel's thumb carass the back of her hand.

Had Lestat or Armand ever touched her so delicately before? She doesn't remember....

"ahem! This century?" Mindy interrupted, already impatient with Carmen as she held her little notepad and pen as the female looked up at her again, her eyes growing that murderous look again as Daniel quickly grabbed their menu's and shoved them into Mindy's hands with fumbling quickness

"We'll have your best burgers and two strawberry milkshakes please!" He ordered as Mindy scoffed and walked off while Daniel visibly sighed in relief that he avoided some kind of fight from ensuing as he looked back at Carmen who now has her eyes closed trying to calm herself down. Counting under her breath for a moment before opening her eyes once more

"You ok?" Daniel asked in concern as Carmen stiffly nodded her head

"Sorry, I.... Almost lost my temper- been a while since that happened" she apologized

"no worries. It's understandable, she gave of a rude vibe anyways" Daniel assured, surprising Carmen for a moment. Usually this was the part where she was either being scolded or teases that she should've given into her darker nature and killed the waitress.

For a moment they sat in silence. One as nervous as the other to talk after that rather awkward experience before Daniel plucked up the courage and spoke first after feeling like the silence was eating him alive

"So.... What do you do for work? Or are you studying?" Daniel asked as Carmen looked up at him and took a second to collect her thoughts and excuses before answering

"I work at a record store not far from here, but I've studied in a few courses here and there"

That wasn't a lie. Starting off good.

"Oh? You like music?" Daniel asked as he lands his arms on the table and sat forward in interest "I love music; I.... Used to perform for a theatre play in Paris before moving here; though I haven't found the interest in singing since I left" Carmen answered with a mournful expression on her face as she looked down at her hands, picking under her nails to distract herself as Daniel looked at her with a soft smile expression "wanna.... Talk about it?" He asked

"about what?" Carmen asked as she looked back up at him with that crippling sadness dancing in her eyes.

"Anything? Everything? I'm all ears" Daniel offered with a comforting looking in his eyes as Carmen tried to smile at the sweet gesture

"I ...."

"here y'all go" the unceremonious clutter of plates landing on the table along with two glasses of milkshake ruined the almost vulnerable moment as Mindy handed them their food, much to Carmen's annoyance that Mindy didn't give mind to as she laid a napkin down beside Daniel's milkshake with a seductive smirk that the male was confused by, even more so when she slid the napkin over "Here. You can call me later" she whispered, gasping sharply when Carmen snatched the napkin off the table and began to tear at it viciously

"hey! Excuse you, bitch!" Mindy yelled in annoyance as Carmen quickly got up, prepared to murder her and everybody else in the Diner watching the scene unfold if Daniel didn't quickly intervene and stood between the two women

"call me a bitch again, I dare you" Carmen chuckled humorlessly as she began taking her earrings off, never once looking away from Mindy over Daniel's shoulder while the male quickly wrapped his arms around her waist.

If Carmen was her old self she'd have shoved Daniel back to his seat and proceed to maul Mindy's face off!

"Don't be such a bitch, your boyfriend looked bored- I was just giving him an option just in case he got bored of you" Mindy smiled cruelly as she shrugged

Mindy didn't know it yet, but her words triggered Carmen in the worst way possible. Her words reminding her so much of Lestat- of her thoughts and reasons she gave herself when he was cheating on her....

"Daniel let go of me" Carmen commanded through clenched teeth. Afraid if she herself moved an inch she'd hurt him.

She was boiling with unfathomable rage and violence in her very bones....

"No. I don't want you ending up in jail over some dumb girl" Daniel protested, wrapping his arms tighter around her waist while Mindy scoffed at his words

"I'm dumb? You're the one entertaining some fucking Nigger!"

"ok that's too fucking far!" Daniel yelled at Mindy as he swiftly turned to address the blonde, catching Carmen off guard at his sudden outburst just as much as Mindy

"I don't fucking want you - even if I did, you just made me want you less by being racist! The fuck is wrong with you?!" Mindy flinched back at his words "You wish you were half the woman Carmen is and your jealousy wreaks more than your greasy ass burgers- stop wearing lipstick like a five year old it's not attractive unless you're a pornstar"

Mindy's lip quivered as Carmen's eyes widened at his words. Feeling a fire light deep in her belly to her soul at how effortlessly Daniel stood up for her....

She was already picking out a wedding dress in her head at this point!

"come on Carmen, let's go" Daniel ordered, taking his tape recorder case and strapped it to his shoulder before grabbing Carmen's hand and stormed right past a tearful Mindy and out the door into the night air, Daniel quickly turned around to make sure Carmen was ok, but was surprised and breathless when Carmen pulled him in by his leather jacket into a deep and passionate kiss.

Yet again Carmen found herself enthralled and raptured within Daniel's arms wrapping around her waist, their lips meeting feverish and passionate underneath the neon lighting of the Diner while their hearts raced in sync with the other.

It felt right.....

"I think that night I'd decided I'd be yours. Even if you were never gonna live long enough to be mine" Carmen said softly, laying her head on Daniel's shoulder. Both still sitting on the piano bench while admiring the view of the night sky in front of the penthouse floor to ceiling windows

"You didn't want to turn me into a Vampire?" Daniel asked, hand intermingled with fingers of Carmen's

"You were too precious for me to doom you to an eternity... I loved you too much to turn you into my kind, but loved you enough to want to see you succeed in life- and you did"

At that Daniel scoffed

"You became a journalist. Wrote a book. Married and had kids.... You had a Human life, made Human connections and Human mistakes.... You lived" Carmen emphasized knowing he was ready to disagree after that scoff

"And now I'm old and dying" Daniel countered a little disheartened and bitter

"I'd turn you now.... If you asked me"

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