[VC] Débris (3)



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 wasn’t an early riser – not one earlier than Lestat – and there was simply no alarm clock for a vampire’s death sleep. Yet stay late he could, forcing himself to, deliberately and dangerously denying himself the solace of the coffin while dawn crept nearer and near. He felt half-dead by the time footsteps echoed in the hallway.

“Why haven’t you slept?” Lestat asked, staring at Louis with incredulity.

“Waiting,” Louis all but slurred. The temptation to just roll off the couch and sleep right on the floor was too strong, too alluring. He felt Lestat’s arms around him before he made contact with the rug.

“Still mad at me?” Like a drunkard he asked.

“I wasn’t angry with you, really,” came Lestat’s quiet reply. He lifted Louis off with ease, as though the other vampire weighted no more than a child. And Louis clung onto his lover’s shirt like one as he was being carried to their coffin. He did not let go even after Lestat had lain down beside him, enveloping him in the welcoming warmth of his earlier kills.

“You did burn the violin…”

“The sound and sight of it irritated me…”

“… and I with it,” Louis cut him.


Lestat’s soft laughter was lost to Louis.


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