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
Louis knew Nicolas de Lenfent, or rather knew him from Lestat’s words. He also knew Nicolas had been Lestat’s 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
Two gravestones were placed side by side. Freshly made, they stood out amongst thousands others in the cemetery, worn by time.
Silent as the stone statues, two tall figures were in front of the gravestones, wearing midnight outfit. One left the other to step forward and placed a bouquet of white roses and a violin case before the graves.
“Would you like me to leave you and him some privacy?” one figure asked.
A soft chuckle.
“What should I say to a slab of stone?” the other, the chuckling one, replied. “Your capacity for silly romance never ceases to amaze me.”
A low mumble. “Right…”
The lid of the violin case was opened, revealing the lacquered luster of a violin. Sound of snapping fingers. Coming out of nowhere, the fire engulfed and devoured the case. Ash was soon what was left of the elegant instrument.
A gush of wind swallowed the ash, scattering it.
Looking up at the starlit sky, one figure said, “I could have done the same to you.”
“Indeed you can. I have no doubt.”
“But then I remember I created you to be my conscience, to be strong and resolute when I’m weak and tempted. I created you to fight the selfish evils in me.”
A small curve of lips, to faint to witness in the dim moonlight. The other saw it anyway, and reciprocated with his more visible smile.
“Let us go,” one said, taking the other’s hand. “I’d like to get them before the mortals do.”
“As you wish, Prince,” came the other’s reply.