[VC] Débris (2)



Disclaimer : Characters belong to their respectful owners

Fandoms : The Vampire Chronicles by Anne Rice

Rating : T

Pairing : Lestat de Lioncourt x Louis de Pointe du Lac, Lestat de Lioncourt x Nicolas de Lenfent,

Genres : Fanfiction, slash, angst

Characters : Lestat de Lioncourt, Louis de Pointe du Lac

Warnings: character’s death

Summary :

Louis knew Nicolas de Lenfent, or rather knew him from Lestats words. He also knew Nicolas had been Lestats first and greatest regret.

Cleansed from this earth by the fire, now his ghost had come back.



And now his life slips through my hands.

His gentle soul leaves on the wind.

A broken angel finds release

From all my selfish dreams the darkness brings.

So what do I do now?

He’s gone. I’m left alone and so unsure.

Guide me now and give me tears to cry

When all I loved died right before my eyes.

Right Before My Eyes (Reprise) – Lestat the Musical



Louis hardly had the time to wipe away his blood tears, streaming down his cheeks to stain his white linen shirt when the door burst open.

Rage was seething from his lover like wild fire, a tornado of scorching heat sweeping in the small attic and vacuuming all the air on its trail. Louis was stunned, his tears forgotten in place of the new confusion battling with the former immense melancholy.

The violin burst into flame as soon as he set it down. Louis stared at the miniature inferno in front of him, eyes wide with disbelief.

“Never play it again!” Lestat all but growled at him. Baring his fangs, his handsome features contorted in a way Louis had never witnessed before. For a brief moment he was genuine convinced that Lestat would launch at him and drink him dry. His blood curled in his veins.

Such Lestat didn’t do. In fact, he barely touched Louis’s fingers when he snatched the music sheet from his motionless hand.

He stomped out to the street, uttering not one word. For once he couldn’t care less about vampire grace, his footsteps thundering on the stairs as loudly as Louis’s heartbeats.

Louis went to their shared coffin perplexed and alone that night. He woke up the following night with a cold emptiness by his side, mirroring its twin in his heart.

So did him the night after.


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