#i first found this song while reading iwtv

[savagewildnerness]

The Vampire Lestat intro and Lelio rising questions

Gonna share just the questions here now... I'm intrigued if anyone would like to answer any!

At the start of TVL, Lestat has been In The Earth. Do you think he will have been In The Earth in this era on the TV show? (As Louis has seen him pretty recently, which makes it seem like perhaps he won’t have been?)

The ‘spirit’ of 1984 reminds Lestat of the 1700’s. Will there be anything about the 2020’s that Lestat will associate with/that will remind him of the late eighteenth century?

“I did a lot of thinking about this sinless, secular morality, this optimism” - will this be a driving force for modern day Lestat? What will he think about in relation to right now?

Lestat says that "there was a romance" to modern music and I'm so curious if that's how he'll feel about some kind of modern music now, or, whether Lestat’s rock star career will just be 100% about Louis on the TV show?

"the way electricity could stretch a single note forever; the way harmony could be layered upon harmony until you felt yourself dissolving in the sound. So eloquent of dread it was, this music." - This reads to me like a musical description of vampirism?!  Will Lestat’s music somehow express something about vampirism? Will The Vampire Lestat's music incorporate old French songs and brutal rhythms - eerie and disjointed music, as Lestat describes his playing?

What music will Lestat listen to? He listens to a lot of Bach when he first rises in the book (while driving his Harley-Davidson!)  Is there a security both in the structure of Bach and in the fact his music is from an era predating even mortal Lestat that makes Lestat feel safer entering the modern era?

Will we see Lestat standing stock still beneath a street light, whipping through IWTV at an insane speed till he exasperatedly tears it to shreds on TV!?

Lestat talks about coming back after killing the wolves and feeling that he was ‘not-Lestat’, so I thought we could discuss - did killing the wolves change Lestat, and if so: how?

When Lestat goes into a depression post-killing-the-wolves, is this essentially a human version of “Going into The Earth” as Lestat will do numerous times as a vampire?

How will the French Revolution impact the TV telling?

Will both Mozart and Marie Antoinette be on the TV show?

Will Lestat’s malady of mortality be as big a theme on the TV show as it is in not only The Vampire Lestat, but the entire Vampire Chronicles?

When Lestat talks of how he could have poisoned meat to kill the wolves, but meat was too scarce… is he in a veiled way saying that his life has less value than a piece of meat?

“I don’t think I felt the slightest fear then.  But I felt something, and it caused the hair to rise up on the back of my arms.” What exactly is the “something” Lestat feels when he sets out to kill the wolves?  And why is he not afraid? Bravery? His hunting spirit? His impulsive, adventurous nature? Stupidity? Naivety? Only feeling truly alive in moments that contain the potential for death? A lack of care whether he lives or dies (borne of despair)?

Reading the wolves section, with the dying animals and even after this too when Lestat talks of his ignored/thwarted farming plans for his family’s land… It made me wonder, just a curious ponder - if Sam might have had any experiences in real life connected to any of this stuff, given his family’s line of work…?

When Augustin says Lestat didn’t kill the wolves, then retracts it & Lestat says the next thing he knew he was lying alone in his room… I mean… it can be read at face value, but I also wonder - is there something that happened here that Lestat doesn’t write?  And if so, might the TV show go there?

“I wanted to be enclosed forever with people who believed I could be good if I wanted to be.” - I wonder if the TV show will go down the route of Lestat’s quest for goodness?  I hope so!  At this time, I think 12-year-old Lestat found goodness in the order of the monastery versus the chaos he felt in the family castle (haha, the family castle!) And I also feel like he felt goodness in being made “ordered” rather than “chaotic” himself.  However, I don’t think Lestat would have been happy in the end in so restrictive a place, much as I am sure he would have loved learning.  But what do you think?  Could Lestat have been happy, a lifetime in the monastery?

Is performing with the theatre troupe at 16 the first time Lestat truly feels pure joy - he describes it as ecstasy?

How can we now get to The Witches’ Place if Nicki can’t have witnessed child-Lestat there, Gabrielle would never tell the story and Lestat has repressed the memory…?

Is Sam’s Lestat going to burst into tears as often as Lestat describes himself doing so, because get him ten thousand gallons of water to drink - he’ll need them!!!!  Lestat also cries at the most random moments… but we know Sam is up to the task!

Do you think show-Lestat will be ripped out of post-coital Nicolas’ arms..?

Potential episode titles from this section:

Pure evil has no real place.

Only the impossible can do the impossible.

Malady of mortality.

[neatfrog]

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The rest is just my likes and shit, no obligation to read

~Likes~

video games

favs: Fallout, Baldur’s Gate 3, The Outer Worlds, Rule of Rose, Clocktower, ReMothered, Visage, The Evil Within, Resident Evil, the Dark Pictures series - most survival horror/horror in general.

I’ll admit that I often don’t have the patience for the horror games where you have to be all sneaky and try to find things & escape while constantly being chased, but I still really love those kinds of games and wish I had the patience to play them, so I’ll usually just watch a let’s play

I’m also a slut for some Mario Party, and my adhd ass can sit and play shit like Powerwash Simulator or House Flipper for hours

books/comics

horror/thriller/mystery mostly, but if it sounds interesting I’ll read whatever. we have several shelves of Stephen King books

favs: The Walking Dead, Venom, GoT, A Series of Unfortunate Events, The Hollow Kingdom Trilogy, The Hunger Games

I still read manga occasionally (FMA will always be my #1 favorite)

movies

horror (any kind), foreign films, indie, comedy - again, if it sounds interesting and I’m in the mood then anything is cool. if you like horror and haven’t watched any Asian horror films, you definitely should do that

series/franchises that could be releasing their 20-quillionth remake/sequel and I would still be going to see it: saw, the purge, friday the 13th, scream, nightmare on elm st, VHS, Killjoy, Terrifier

ok I’d probably watch any Hunger Games movie too tbh

and literally anything ari aster does, I know that man’s some kinda fucked up but damn does he make some Movies

also Tubi has some really awesome shit on there, definitely worth checking out

I found Liza a rókatündér (Liza the Fox Fairy) on there and it’s now one of my all-time favorite movies

tv shows

favs: Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss, Fallout, The Walking Dead, The Boys/Gen V, IWTV, Resident Alien, Hannibal, Ted Lasso, Disenchantment, Paradise PD/Farzar, WWDITS, GoT (minus s8), Supernatural (stopped around s14 and then they did That Thing at the end so it’s more of an old fav now)

I love Scandinavian crime thrillers/dramas 🤣

when starting a series it’s honestly whatever my spouse and I decide we feel like watching at the time. I usually prefer comedy or horror, but we’ve been known to watch other things

I’ll admit I’m also a sucker for crime shows like CSI, I had season 3 on dvd as a kid and rewatched it all the time. I used to watch it and Criminal Minds with my parents so it’s kind of nostalgic cause it’s like one of the few things we all did together

(I used to be into anime but I haven’t really been feeling it for a while. My first anime was InuYasha (still holds a special place in my heart). My all-time favorite is Fullmetal Alchemist, and I enjoyed Death Note and JJBA a feral normal amount. Black Butler was also 👌🏻 and I still need to finish the manga)

music

90% of the music I listen to isn’t in English. I don’t really need to understand the lyrics, I just like how it sounds. It does end up being funny sometimes though when you find out you’ve been bopping it to a song that’s repeatedly calling someone’s mom a whore

Most Listened: Antti Tuisku, Apulanta, Evelina, Szakács Gergő, ByeAlex, Intim Torna Illegál, Leander Kills, Dubioza, KYO, Stromae, Siri Nilsen - etc (Linkin Park is still an all-time favorite as far as American music goes)

I admit I’ve been obsessed with the hazbin hotel soundtrack lately

ok I won’t say no to the occasional k-pop or j-rock song (I used to be Obsessed lol)

that said I’ll listen to literally anything if it sounds good (nice beats make brain go brrr). only genre I actively dislike is post-9/11 country music

~Dislikes~

spiders (i’m sorry lil dudes ur rly cool y’all just irrationally scare me), making phone calls, unwarranted rudeness

[uozlulu]

Fic. IwtV (AMC). The Connection We Share. PG.

Character(s)/Relationship(s) Lestat, Louis; Loustat, very tiny brief mention of Armand/Daniel at the beginning of the fic Genre Romance/Vampire Rating PG Word Count 1,130 Disclaimer As this is fanfiction, I do not hold copyright to the source material(s) nor do I claim that I do. This is for free entertainment purposes only. Summary Louis and Lestat reunite in modern Dubai. For the I Can’t Wait for Season 2 event week 4: Theme/Theories. Warning(s) spoiler for Interview with the Vampire, spoiler for The Vampire Armand, brief mention of a suicide attempt Notes When I saw IwtV Daily’s tweet, I immediately started brainstorming. I decided to do one fic per prompt and make them a series. I’m not sure I’d say I want all the little details to happen in the show, but the bigger things I want to happen were my inspirations for each fic.

The fourth week’s theme was Theme and Theory. There are so many theories, so it was a little hard to pick. I figure we’re definitely going to at least get a tease for the transition to TVL at the end of the series. I also nodded to a theory that some plot points could be shuffled around and so the present day is probably set post-TVA somewhere but that doesn’t necessarily mean that portions of TQotD or TotBT might have happened yet. I also threw in some smaller theories here and there that fit the story. In terms of theme, it seems like repeatedly the vampires seek each other out, and Louis and Lestat especially always find a way back to each other, etc… I’m not sure I 100% buy that Louis and Lestat haven’t seen each other in several decades in the show canon, but I decided to go with that here because it made for an easier fic to write and fit with the shuffled around plot points theory.

Anyway, I decided to post this early because I can totally wait for season 2 if that means everyone gets treated more fairly and I stopped participating in linking to these things on Twitter during week 3.

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or read below

The Connection We Share

Louis’ final narration ended as all good stories did with a neat bow. Daniel untied it and after several probing questions, the final interview session finally officially ended. Goodbyes could wait until tomorrow since Daniel’s flight would not leave for several hours. Armand and Daniel disappeared to Daniel’s room with an invitation for Louis to join them. Louis declined and lingered in the room where the interview ended. It was the darkest hour of the night. The dim light inside the penthouse illuminated the tree and the rock garden so everything sparkled like stardust to a vampire’s gaze. The sun drew ever closer to the eastern horizon, a steady warning that not even immortals were wholly immortal. Yet, Louis found himself walking through the penthouse and out onto one of the balconies near his bedroom.

The night was hotter than any night in New Orleans. Dogs barked in the distance. Stars twinkled at the far reaches of the light pollution. Dubai spread out towards the horizon and the breeze blew Louis’ hair away from his face. Lights turned off across the city only for other lights to turn on. The streets were never empty even with pandemic restrictions still in place. Somewhere far away one of Lestat’s songs played so faint and distant that seemed more like a whisper of the mind.

The first time Louis hear the song was one of his visits to Night Island during the height of Armand and Daniel’s time there. The song played across the world from restaurants, shops, cars, radios, stereos, and boom boxes for the rest of the year. Mortals hummed and sang it to themselves while doing chores and walking their dogs even to this day. The song was a heavy metal ballad about a long-dead lover and a conspiring universe. The chorus was strangely romantic and a little cheesy, a true product of its time. Many mortals called it “the necrophilia song” jokingly. Louis leaned on the balcony railing and found himself humming along to it as it faded in the distance and a different song took its place.

After a short while, the song suddenly began again, this time acapella from a nearby street. The voice was unmistakable and drew steadily closer as a figure appeared in the street below. The figure approached the tower and disappeared from Louis’ view, but the song continued to draw nearer along with little noises as if feet alighted to various balcony railings. The song ended two balconies below Louis and then Lestat landed on Louis’ balcony railing with the Cloud Gift before dropping down to stand in the opposite corner of the balcony. Lestat’s hair shone in the ambient light like a high-end shampoo commercial and his skin was flush with blood. His bright leather pants were tight and he forewent the first half of the buttons on his shirt. He seemed corporeal like the vision of Lestat that Louis saw in Paris decades ago, but this Lestat looked as Lestat should look.

All sound around them seemed to fade. The cord connecting them stretched over a century and contracted to the mere feet between them. Their gazes never faltered from one another. Neither of them spoke for a long time.

“Louis…” Lestat seemed to breathe. “I almost thought I might find a ghost.”

Louis stopped leaning on the railing and licked his lips. “That’s funny coming from another ghost.”

The breeze caressed Lestat’s hair. “Just before he flung himself into the sunlight, Armand sent me a vision of you to my mind. Your clothes and hair were so modern. I could not believe it. I thought it was a taunt or when I told him all that Memnoch showed me, I drove him mad.”

Louis’ eyebrows drew together. He glanced through the balcony door into the penthouse but it could not reveal why Armand never spoke of Lestat when they reunited after Armand stepped into the sunlight twenty years ago. Louis’ gaze returned to Lestat.

“Recently I saw a curious letterhead and heard a rumor of an interview between a vampire and a mortal in Dubai.” Lestat never once looked away. “So, I lurked nearby. I listened to your fanciful tales and to Claudia’s altered diaries. It was fantastic fiction worthy of the authors you admire, but for what?” Lestat paused. “Why do you call out to me? Did you want me to stop your tale? Did you want me to contradict it? Do you want me to keep you from making this desert your grave?”

“Can a ghost stop me?” Louis asked.

“I am as much a ghost as you are.” Lestat traversed the distance between them. “In the streets of Paris, in that blood-stained theater, in that moonlit courtyard, you looked through me just as you look through me now.” His left hand cradled Louis’ jaw much as it had in the church over a century before. His thumb ran along the faint stubble under Louis’ lips, following the same path he touched back then. “I watched your ‘ghost’ turn the Théâtre des Vampires to ash. It filled me with joy. Such a fitting funeral for our Claudia, for that life. Knowing that it was you, as you were, as you are, fills me with joy again.”

Louis reached up and removed Lestat’s hand from his face, finding it corporeal and as warm as any vampire’s hand could ever become. Noise seemed to return to the world. The sun drew ever closer to the horizon. Louis kept a tight grasp of Lestat’s hand. “I killed you.”

“It was a glorious, theatrical murder. Your eyes glowed with vengeance, with anger, with love.” Lestat smiled. “It was one of the most alluring things you’ve done.”

The pressure from the impending sunrise felt almost suffocating. Louis changed how he held Lestat’s hand, letting their fingers entwine. Lestat remained before him as glorious as Louis expected him to be and definitely not a ghost. Louis licked his lips and said, “This place is a coffin for anyone who wishes to step inside.”

“Are you inviting me in as a lover?” Lestat moved closer, leaving little space between them.

“Are you going to stay out here and let the sun roast you instead?” Louis asked, moving so there was no longer space between them.

They kissed. One kiss became two, and they reluctantly parted in the middle of a third. Louis kept hold of Lestat’s hand and led him from the balcony into the deep recesses of the penthouse where Louis’ bedroom lay enclosed by three interior walls fashioned in the shape of the three exterior walls of the tower. The room was lavish and comfortable covered in modern art and bookshelves. The sun pierced the horizon as the bedroom door closed behind them.

The End