[VC] Débris (9)

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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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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

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Lâcher

Instead of the retro bar, tonight they were inside another place, a place that was sorely lack of relaxation or enjoyment: a hospital.

It was bustling, this place full of mortal scents and mortal death, when they stepped into the huge building, shining in the night like a bleached white torch. Mortals rushed past them, never lingering for a second to study and notice the pallor of their skin or the iridescence of their eyes. Some mortals in white garments even shouted impatiently at them to make way for a stretcher to pass through. The irony was most ridiculous: under this florescent light that was as harsh as the sun the two immortals could blend in with humans most effortlessly.

The sweet scent of blood was overwhelming and it took every ounce of their self-control to not start a feast right here, right now. They dared not cause a ruckus; they were here for a greater purpose.

Nicolas hadn’t shown up at the bar. Got himself into big trouble, the middle-aged, flabby bar owner told them. A campus shooting – so typical these days. Several killed. Nicolas had tried his best to protect his girlfriend. The heroic dude. Got shot thrice and rushed to the hospital. The poor girl had perished on the way while Nicolas had survived. Survived yes, but on the verge of death.

Lestat had nearly strangled the man for the address of the hospital.

The doctors hurrying in and out of the room didn’t see them, and neither did the restless detectives pacing outside the hallway: two pallid figures standing by the young man’s bed like two Grim Reapers, reticent and ready to cut off his mortal coil.

The monitoring device connecting to Nicolas beeped ominously. The doctors had concluded he would not be able to make it to the morning. The electric line straightened and straightened as his wounded heart weakened and weakened.

Only a miracle could save him now.

Lestat’s mouth opened, flashing his canine. Faster than Louis could have done something to intervene, his pale lips were dyed ruby-red. With Nicolas’s blood still dripping from his chin, he gashed his wrist and brought it to the dying man’s mouth, only to be caught by lean, delicate fingers. Taking advantage of surprise element, Louis wrenched Lestat’s wrist away and pinned him flat on the floor with his own body. The movement caused a loud thud and he briefly hoped Lestat’s spell on the mortals still held.

“Don’t! Lestat, don’t!” he repeated the words like a mantra. No matter how the other vampire thrashed about and kicked at him, Louis refused to let go.

“Don’t!”

Tears pricked at the corner of his eyes, the force of Lestat’s blows threatening to knock the life out of him. Nevertheless, Louis’s arms were dead vice on his torso.

“I can burn you Louis,” Lestat hissed. “Swear to God I will burn even your ash.”

“Then you will have another to mourn,” Louis whispered.

He couldn’t determine which was louder in his ears, the frantic beating of their hearts or Lestat’s cries. In spite of the pains burning his ribs and abdomen, he squeezed Lestat’s frame with all his might as though meant to crush their flesh and bones altogether. The front of his white shirt was warm and stained beyond help.

“Let him go, Lestat. You have to let him go.”

The electric line was perfectly straight and the beeping sounds of the device halted. At the same time Lestat’s body went utterly limp in his arms.

Much as Louis wanted to just hold Lestat here, on the floor, he simply couldn’t. The siren had gone off to alarm the mortals and very soon they would flood into this room.

He brought Lestat to his feet as the blond was clinging onto him for support. Louis could see his body shaking and the feel of Lestat’s skin on his wasn’t unlike ice.

They didn’t glance at the fresh body on the bed before they leapt out of the window.

(Cont)

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