[VC] Débris (7)

 

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.

 

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From Left: Roderick Hill and Hugh Panaro in Lestat.

Don’t be afraid

There’s nothing out there

Just the wind in the trees

And the bugs and the bears

Don’t be afraid

You’re safe here inside

From the bugs and the bears

And the cold winter night

Don’t be afraid

Just say your prayers

Ask God to bless us

And the bugs and the bears

The Bugs and the Bears – Lestat The Musical

———-***———-

Cauchemar

There was a sound. Music. Instrument playing. Probably violin. There was a voice. French. Probably a song. Someone singing.

Who?

It was darkness in front of him, pure darkness that even his vampire eyes could not pierce. He extended his arms, hovering, grabbing, trying to catch something, anything which could help him with direction.

Nothing.

He was panicking. Could he, could vampires go blind? Yes, yes they could. If someone, or something, plucked out their eyes. He thought he heard Maharet’s voice, speaking of her terror of being trapped in darkness. He pushed her memory aside. It brought no comfort, only increasing fear. Where was he? Who could have done this to him? How could he escape from this black madness? How could he return? Where was Lestat? Lestat who had gone to sleep with him, cradling him in his strong arms.

He screamed for Lestat, and was struck with horror: he couldn’t hear his own voice!

He sank to his knees. He wept. No tears. No sound. But he was weeping.

Then, there was the sound. Music played by a violin. A distant song sung in faint but clear voice. He didn’t know it; still he strived for it. His only light. His salvation.

“Ne t’effraie pas

du calme mon amour

c’est du vent dans les arbres

et les mouches et les ours”

A nursery rhyme he was hearing and it soothed him, a simple yet magnificent miracle formed by its melody and lyrics gradually easing his fear as he strode towards the source.

Ne t’effraie pas

t’es si bien chez toi

Loin des mouches et des ours

en ce soir d’hiver froid”

He wasn’t afraid now; he was calm and filled with hope. The darkness didn’t matter. His blindness didn’t matter. Lestat’s absence didn’t matter. All that did was the song and its singer. He had to find him, but why, he didn’t comprehend – didn’t want to stop to comprehend. He had to reach the singer, or else he would be destroyed, simple as that.

Ah, the violin too. The violin accompanied the voice, blending in perfect harmony as though they were twins.

Somehow the violin struck a familiar note in his hypnotized mind. Had he heard it somewhere? But where?

He was prepared for neither the sudden light nor the sight it presented. Tears pricked acutely at the rims of his eyes.

It was Nicolas de Lenfent. Nicolas dressing in 18th century garment – red frock coat and black satin slippers. Nicolas singing and playing the violin. Nicolas burning in the flame.

The song had stopped.

Nicolas was looking at him. Nicolas was speaking to him.

What? He could not hear. Blood was burning his eyes. Blood was choking his voice.

He woke up soaked as though bathed in blood.

It was still darkness in front of him, but he was no longer blind. He could see the outline of his coffin, the blood on his hands, on his shirt.

He could almost see Nicolas’s blood-stained face.

Nicolas’s final words he had heard. He remembered them now.

(Cont)

Note: the song Nicolas sang is the French version of ‘The Bugs and the Bears’

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