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Vampire Town {Lestat de Lioncourt x Reader}

Requested by: I’m so sorry, I couldn’t find the conversation so I can’t remember. :( Wordcount: 2778 Summary: Happiness and Love can appear when least expected.

During the long span of your life, a lot of your nights had been sent in solitary. You wandered through the world, seeing the beautiful sights of history; the architecture, the music, the literature, the wars, but never had anyone to share that with. Until you came across the broken form of a blonde vampire - Lestat. “Oh, my dear, my dear,” You said, sensing the poor vampire. Broken, without a home, ready to give up on his life after his partner had left him. You sat on the stoop of a burned down mansion beside him, tore your wrist open and forced him to drink from you. He became greedy, which you encouraged. You had just fed on three mortals, willing victims who walked away just as safe as they had come, just a little anemic. You put your hand on the back of his neck and tilted his head back, letting the blood pour down his throat. You squeezed a few more drops, and he let you go, hanging his head upon your shoulder like a hungover human.

You took him to the abode you were staying in. Nothing so gothic as what Lestat may have been living in, but a home nonetheless. A three-story brownstone with a basement that concealed your coffin. You put Lestat into it before the dawn arrived, and looked down at him with a tilt of your head. He was a very handsome vampire, and would only look better with more blood flowing through his veins. He would need a trough-full, however. You would need to wake early to prepare that for him.

Your long fingers stroked his face, turning it towards the candlelight to get a better look. His skin was pale, his hair flaxen. He had been through a lot of pain - even his sleeping face showed that. It may take a dozen nights, perhaps, to get him to peak performance. But you did love a challenge, and were a sucker for a disaster of a person. Loneliness had grown old along side of you - why not try something new for once.

It took some time for the vampire, whom you learned to be named Lestat, to look alive again. Or, perhaps, a little less dead. He was far too beautiful to ever be considered a human being. Those dull creatures, though you were one of them once, bored you with their generic looks. You enticed a few of them towards the house, let Lestat feed. You found out one thing about him instantly - he was absolutely vicious when it came to feeding. Not at all as elegant as his demeanor might make it seem. And you allowed him to finish victims to nearly the point of death, then disposed of the bodies yourself.

“You seem to be feeling much better,” You said, joining him in your parlor. It was just you and he, as you knew no one else in New Orleans. You had only stopped here because it was where the first boat you came across was going. “How could you give up on your life like that?”

Another thing you learned about Lestat; he was very convinced of his own righteousness.

“It is my right to give up my life if I so wish,” He hissed, despite the blood dripping from his mouth. You did not say anything to contrary, just licked your thumb and plucked the droplet from his face. You let it rest on the tip of your tongue, savoring the flavor. “Who are you to try to bring me back?”

“You may call me y/n,” You said with a soft smile, ignoring his harsh tone. “I am noticing that you are alone, but you are well versed in talking to people. Were you a social one, Lestat?”

He was quiet for a little while after that, in some sort of reflection. He stared at nothing, and you left him to that, sleeping in a box rather than your coffin for you still allowed him to take over yours. That was the most intimate gesture that you had ever given to someone. You had shared your clothes with him, even, until you had gotten him some of his own. He looked as pretty as a painting in your white blouses, in your long dark skirts. In this world, for the first time, you had someone to share everything with.

His perpetually bad mood never bothered you. Nor did his dramatic nature. Because you knew that one day, he would either open up to you, or he would leave. You would prefer the first. But would have to quietly accept the second.

But after two years, a blink of an eye for someone like you, he opened up. He told you all about Louis, about Claudio, about Armand. About the reporter whom he had turned who was who-knows-where. About Marius, even, and how he had turned which was further back than you had expected him to go. And so in return, you told him about your loneliness, about how you had traveled from town to town and only run into a few like you. You did not know your maker. You didn’t remember him, or her. You didn’t even remember where it was that you were changed, only that you were high up in the mountains. Why you were there, you could not recall either. But you did not dwell on the mysteries of the past; only your present time.

And on Lestat, because for the present, and forseeable future, you were stuck with him. Lead a stray dog to a home and you have a pet, as you’ve heard someone say.

Half of the candles in the parlor remained unlit, for neither of you needed much light in order to see in the dark. Lestat had one of your hands in his as he lead you in a waltz around the room. You could not stop smiling - a facial expression that you hadn’t used too often over the years. A dance! You’ve never danced before, hence why Lestat was currently giving you a lesson. You were even wearing a gown that he had gifted to you - custom made in one of the best shops. He still had his connections in the city of New Orleans. A real vampire’s town, as you had discovered.

“You are a natural!” He praised with a smile of his own, showing off his glinting, sharp, white teeth. “Are you sure you haven’t done this before?”

“I’ve never had a partner. I haven’t met many of our kind before and dancing with a human just seems so...” You struggled to find the words. “Slow.”

“Very slow indeed,” Lestat agreed. He had picked a roses from the garden, and had them in a vase to add something living to the house. He now took one of them, and stuck it into his mouth, the thorns cutting at his lips but he did not have a care about that. You laughed at that - what a silly vampire you had ended up with.

“How is the pain, my darling?” You asked, licking your lips at the sight of that little bit of blood.

“Agonizing,” He droned, swinging you around into a spin, then returned you into his strong arms. The blouse that he wore, another thing custom made, was of a silk fabric, and felt soft upon your cheek. You suddenly remembered what it was like to cry, just from that light touch. Agonizing - you recalled what that felt like. It had been well over a century.

“The same as when you were betrayed by your love, Louis?” You questioned. Lestat cut the dance short, but he still held you.

“I don’t wish to talk about him any further,” He said, harshly. “There are more important things in my life now! I am free of him and his ... whining. I am being treated in the way that I deserve. And you - you are finally being treated as you deserve.”

Lestat wielded compliments as a weapon. He used them to distract you from asking further questions. And it worked, every time. You sighed contently as he kissed your hand, then went up your arm towards your shoulder, then all the way back down. You could feel his cold lips through the fabric of your sleeves. It made you feel like a flower bulb in Spring, sprouting up for the first time from the damp dirt into the beautiful world above.

“You flatter me deeply, Lestat. You are better than I deserve.”

He spun you around once more, and you continued to spin in the middle of the room, arms outstretched as he watched you. Thanks to being a vampire, you did not feel dizziness like the humans did, and could outdance them all if you so wished. Lestat was a grand teacher. He then caught you, then dipped you low to the ground, so much so you could smell the dust of the floor.

“No, that is what you are to me.” His fangs were exposed as he smiled down at you, a fearsome image for anyone else, but not for you. You smiled back at him, and held him tightly as he brought you back up to your feet, humming along with the song.

“I should get cleaning this place, Lestat. It takes more than dancing to make a house a home.” You let go of him to go and grab a broom, but the blonde vampire grabbed you again. Ever since he had opened up to you, he loved to be in your presence. And it wasn’t something that you were going to complain about after being alone for so long.

“Don’t tease,” He said, holding onto your hands with his long fingers. “I’ll hire us a thousand maids, so you don’t have to get these wonderful hands dirty.” You let out a child-like laugh of glee at his amazing words. You were a sucker for them, mind the pun. “And a thousand more dresses for if you get a speck of dust on this one.”

“I don’t need a thousand dresses, Lestat. I could live in rags as long as I still had you.”

Five years later, you and Lestat still resided in New Orleans. It was a town of pleasure, of magic, of long nights - and plenty of swampland in order to hide bodies if you went too far with any victims. You did your best not to, but sometimes temptations swept in and you nearly drank to the point of death. But apart from that, you were living in a near-domestic bliss.

“Now, why are you doing this when you don’t get cold?” Lestat asked, walking in from the outside world with coins in his pocket and a well-fed look on his face. You were holding knitting needles in your hand, working on a shawl pattern that you had seen a woman working on last time you were out shopping. He kissed the top of your head and placed a bag on your lap before you could even answer him.

“I like to keep busy - it keeps eternity interesting,” You insisted. You set aside the knitting and started to examine the shopping bag that was on your lap. “What is this?”

“Why don’t you open it and see?” Lestat asked, with a cocky smile. You looked at him with amusement, then delicately opened up the bag. Inside was something ... something fabric. You pulled it out then stood with it in front of you. A long black gown - the color that you always wore, and which Lestat said you wore so well - and it was made of the softest velvet that you had ever felt. He looked pleased as you brought a sleeve to your face to feel the fabric even better. “Do you like it?”

“It’s wonderful, Lestat, thank you. What’s the occasion?”

“It is the anniversary of the day that you found me. The day that everything changed,” He held his hands up in the air as if he were an actor on a stage, something that you always found entertaining. You loved encouraging the odder aspects of his personality, just as he did the same for you, even when he could not understand.

“What a cheerful gown, I’ll wear it on our next night out.” You exclaimed, twirling with it. Though you would never be able to see yourself wearing it in a mirror, you thought that you would feel beautiful in it. And Lestat would tell you that you were. He was growing predictable in the most wonderful way.

“Why not today?” He questioned, approaching you and held it onto your body to emphasize how lovely you would look in it. “Wear it to bed with me. I want to feel it upon my cheek while I sleep.”

“I wouldn’t want it to get wrinkled... oh, alright,” You said, seeing his earnest expression. He helped you out of the simple dress that you were wearing, one that you had picked yourself. He was much more into the luxurious fashion of the day, favorite bright colors that made him stand out. You were not so flamboyant, and preferred to let him be the center of attention rather than yourself. It worked out well, though you did get occasional glances from other ladies, wondering how someone such as yourself had managed to gain the love of such a charmer.

You wondered the same thing yourself.

As his fingers tickled at your spine, as his hair swept against your face, you questioned how you could have grown so lucky. Were the years of isolation just a pre-payment for the years of happiness that you were having now?

You stepped into the new gown, and he pulled it up, over your thighs, your waist, your bust, your shoulders, and smoothed everything down so it draped you perfectly. He must have came home just in time, for a flash of lightning came through the windows, and the rumble of thunder. The sound of rain upon the roof and on the sidewalk. “Music to my ears,” You said, wrapping your arms around yourself.

“A most marvelous lullaby,” Lestat said, unable to stop feeling the fabric. The seamstress must have put a lot of work into this gown, for it fit you perfectly, emphasizing your waist and bust in a way you haven’t seen before without a corset, and fell to the ground without pooling at your feet. “May I take you to bed, beautiful?”

“Oh, you divine charmer,” You said, pressing your hand upon his cheek. He whisked you away, down to the basement where your coffin lay.

A while back, you had traded in your usual sarcophagus bed for something much better. It was Lestat’s idea initially, complaining about the long, cold days alone inside of a tomb. It had been an unexpected surprise when he actually did something about it, instead of expecting you to do so. When you came home from a feeding and a walk, he presented to you the double coffin. It was exactly as it sounded - two built into one, with room for both of you, and no inner wall to keep you apart.

He held your hand to help you climb inside, then followed you right in. Velvet dress on velvet interior; it felt both warm and rather sexual. With the lid closed, and the two of you in complete darkness, you felt confident, wrapping your arms around your blonde lover and pulled him close.

It took you some time to realize that this was the love that you deserved. That you were worthy of affection and love, despite all of the years that you had gone without it. And you were just lucky enough to find it with another vampire, so the only limit that you had was not time, but imagination.

As for Lestat, you had truly saved him from the misery that he had put himself through after Louis. He was ready to lock himself up for a hundred years or more, just to avoid the pain. To take the sleep of the immortal ones and awake in a brand new age. But this one still had a lot to offer, that much was clear with you. He never thought of that; only that he would remain in a state of purgatory, rather than a life of shooting stars and velvet gowns.

He was glad he stayed in this Vampire Town.

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kc-anathema · 8 years ago

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Happy Endings To All in the Alternate Universe

Background: This is a response to the spec challenge, what if a vampire was made by a different vampire? This started out as a long story, akin to Fresco, but I got lazy and decided it would work better as a short flashback. But I still wanted a happy ending!

Disclaimers: I don't own these vampires, Anne Rice does.

Spoilers: Well, since this is all screwed up, it's not spoiling any of the vamp chron, is it? Well, maybe IwV. And TVL. And QotD. And...oh hell, all the damn Chron, okay?

Warning: Mild implied slash and violence, and some age tampering with Daniel and David. Hey, it's an alternate universe, they could be born at slightly different times!

Lestat sat perched on the roof of the small house he shared with his beloved fledgling. He wondered where his mother was, as he did every night. The last time he'd seen her was so very long ago, when he'd made her a vampire. She'd sent a letter a few years ago, but he hadn't heard from her since. He knew she was all right, running through the jungles of South America. Still, he wished she'd get in touch more often.

Marius had been so angry when he found out about her, he smiled sadly. His maker didn't like the fact that Lestat had made another vampire and turned her loose, but when he'd found out who she was to him, it was difficult to scold. Lestat had thought it would be hard to live with him after that, but then they'd found Armand soon after, and once they rescued him from the Theatre, Lestat was free to roam.

He'd felt a little sad after the battle, watching Marius cradling Armand and kissing him. The fight had been a hard one, not only destroying the nest of monsters but also getting Armand out safely. In fact, that was the only reason Marius had made Lestat in the first place. He'd walked in on Magnus, who had just finished draining Lestat, and immediately recognized the madness in the old vampire. Instead of finding help from Magnus in searching for his lost fledgling, Marius had helped destroy Magnus, but then he'd still needed assistance finding his fledgling...and Lestat had been right there, the chosen of Magnus.

So Marius remade Lestat.

At first Marius made it clear that Lestat was just a guide, saved only because he was needed. As time wore on, though, Marius grew to like this youngster, who was so brash and so frightened at the same time. Marius taught Lestat everything he needed to know, and showed him exactly what a pleasant relationship could be, without the fear or pain. They'd cultivated a close friendship, and Marius had told him all about Those That Must Be Kept, although he'd never shown them to him.

Still, they'd only made it to being friends, because Armand almost immediately came into the picture. Lestat'd felt slightly abandoned when Marius turned all of his attention to the small vampire who'd flown into his waiting arms, but he knew it was for the best. He'd returned to Nikki, and they'd been happy for awhile.

Nikki's playing only became more impassioned once he was given the Dark Gift, though, and soon he was so involved with his violin that he started to forget Lestat. A few years later he left him for a career on the stage, where he still played to this day. They still wrote each other and lived on civil terms, but now they were only friends.

"Lestat, it's getting early!"

"Coming!"

He turned fast and slipped in through the window, shutting it behind him. Books cluttered the entire room, stacked on desks and chairs and put in tall piles on the floor, threatening to trip him up. Of course there were shelves, but they were all full. He just shook his head with a smile and nimbly stepped around them, practically dancing down the stairs.

"Louis!"

His green-eyed beauty turned with a broad smile and held his arms out, catching Lestat up and whirling him around. His pretty fledgling was a wondrous creature; living with him was as miraculous as making him had been. Lestat had been as gentle as possible in giving him the Gift, and Louis had shown him what he'd missed when Marius had made him. Things had been so rushed in the castle, with the piles of blonde bodies around them and the knowledge that he was only alive to help his maker. Louis, though, was a creation of pure love, since Lestat knew then what it was like to be without love. He wanted his fledgling to have the happiest life possible, especially since his mortal life was so painful, running from his family and all.

"You must learn to come in earlier," Louis scolded him softly. "One of these days I will have to drag you inside, partially singed."

"Never, I promise," Lestat laughed. He tried to sit down and found a book on his seat. He picked it up and plopped into the sofa. "Charles Dickens again? But chere, he is so boring! Shakespeare is much more fun."

"If it were up to you, we would have nothing but Shakespeare in this house!" Louis smiled, draping himself across Lestat's lap.

"Well, at least we would only have thirty-seven plays and a volume of sonnets," Lestat replied. "Not these waterfalls of books teetering on the edges of shelves and tables."

"You said we were going to move soon."

"Yes, and we will, once I find the right place. Somewhere in New Orleans, the Garden District, I think. Out of these street apartments."

Louis sighed and lay his head on Lestat's chest. He didn't say anything, but his look told Lestat exactly what his fledgling was thinking about. Any mention of moving usually brought memories back of their first move, and the violent argument that had ensued.

"You can't forget her, can you?" he whispered.

"No," Louis sighed. "I wish...I wish I had not run by her, I wish I had done something for her."

"It's my fault for making you upset," Lestat said quietly. "I had not meant to make you cry that night, but I never expected you to run from me."

"I never thought you would chase me. I thought you were going to hurt me, I don't know why. God knows you haven't ever so much as raised your hand to me before."

"No one thinks clearly when they are distressed."

Louis just relaxed deeper into his arms. "I heard someone crying, and I turned, and...she was such a little girl. I could see her mother there, already dead. She looked at me, Lestat. She looked right at me! I wanted to go inside and help her...but then I heard you calling my name, so I ran away. I just wish I knew what happened to her."

"I'm sure she was all right," Lestat insisted. "What did you want me to do, make her one of us?"

Louis shook his head. "No..." He sighed and closed his eyes. "She's dead by now, isn't she?"

Lestat nodded. "It's been over a hundred and fifty years, at least. No mortal can last that long."

"I wonder where she is now. If my brother is with her..."

Lestat shook his head. "No, don't think about things like that. You know it only makes you sad, and then I get sad that gives me a headache."

Louis smiled and kissed him, wiping away the tears building in his eyes. "I'm sorry, my love. I just want to know if she is happy, and if my brother is happy."

"You won't know until you see them."

Louis shook his head. "No, that can wait for a long time to come. I don't want to leave you. Oh, but that reminds me, Armand called. He wanted to ask if he can borrow our copy of Phantom of the Opera."

"Why? He's already read it."

"Yes, but Daniel hasn't. Armand wants him to know what the book is like, since his fledgling still thinks the movie was an original screenplay."

"Danny isn't very bright, is he?"

"He's not that silly."

"You're only saying that because you gave him an interview."

"I never expected Armand to take him in."

"Neither did Marius. How is he getting along with that stuffy British man, anyway?"

"You did not hear?"

"Hear what?"

"David is one of us now." Lestat blinked hard. "You mean...eww, but David was so old!"

"He was only forty. That isn't such a bad age, not now."

"Maybe he could exchange with someone for a younger body," Lestat suggested.

"What odd ideas you have!" Louis laughed. "Personally, I was more surprised that Armand made Daniel so young."

"Fifteen isn't too young. He probably wanted someone he could see eye to eye."

"Lestat!"

"Well, it's true."

"You're going to get into serious trouble one of these nights, my love."

Lestat decided that now was probably not the best time to mention that he wanted to go back on stage as a rock star. Better wait 'till tomorrow. For now, though, the sky was beginning to turn a lighter shade, so he tightened his hold on Louis and picked him up, carrying him downstairs to their daytime sanctuary.

In the basement, Louis had designed a room that would withstand fire and flood and lock up tight so no one could get in. His most prized books were down here, but they were neatly packed on a shelf. The Oriental rug was three inches thick and spread to every corner of the room. There was one mahogany desk with a computer, but Lestat detested having to work in the bedroom. He insisted it was a room meant for relaxation alone.

The bed was a testament to that belief. A king's size, it was made slippery silk sheets with feather blankets and a velvet cover on top. The pillows were also stuffed with down and covered in silk, and the headboard was carved with flowers and vines. Despite Louis' modest nature, he loved this room.

Lestat turned on the small lamp, creating just enough light to see by. They both disrobed, putting their clothes away. Convincing his fledgling to change clothing night to night had taken some time, but finally Louis was no longer wearing shirts and pants to rags. Of course, having him nude in bed a marvelous plus.

Lestat slid into bed, pulling the covers back for Louis, who eagerly took his place beside his maker. Louis snuggled up to him, kissing him a few times, and didn't move as the blankets were pulled up to his throat. They couldn't see the sun, but they could feel exactly how close it was to rising.

"I love you," Louis said, putting his arms around him.

"And I love you." Lestat lay his head against Louis' shoulder. Long ago Louis had somehow gotten him to relinquish all power in bed, and it was one of the best things he'd ever done. The love and trust in this relationship was well worth the vulnerability. "Sweet dreams."

"Pleasant dreams," the fledgling replied, and turned off the light.

The End

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