Anything For You | Lestat De Lioncourt x Reader
ෆ all he wants is for you to be his perfect companion, yet you keep chasing the fleeting things of life
it was accidentally deleted, so i’m reposting
"You should've left me to die, I wasn't worth much before, and now I'm a monster," you stared at your reflection, disgusted with the sight.
"Mon chéri, don't be stupid, do you think I would give my blood to someone who wasn't worthy?" Lestat asked, approaching you from behind, but you pulled away.
"You will learn to control your thirst, you just need to allow me to teach you, and to stay away from that pathetic excuse of a-
"I loved him," you screamed.
"-and he used you, he used you over and over, then I came. I loved you, I love you, but you continue to chase a passion that should have died with your soul," Lestat raised his voice over your own, he was growing frustrated with your childish tantrum.
However, he knew he'd hurt your feelings, as your eyes softened. Biting your lip, you ran upstairs, to your coffin, wanting to be away from the elder vampire. He would leave you alone for now, until you were done with your rage. Lying in the dark, you chewed at your lip, holding back the urge to cry, you hated crying, one of the many qualities that were a reminder that you were no longer mortal. Tossing and turning, you closed your eyes, reminiscing about your former life, and what you could remember of it.
You grew up poor, living in the Third Ward of New Orleans. Your mother died during childbirth, leaving you to be raised by your father. He never remarried, and hardly paid any attention to you, working himself to an early death. At 12, both of your parents were gone and with no other family or life insurance, you began to search for a job, along with a new place to stay - the bank eventually had taken the house due to owing taxes.
You struggled for some time, trying to find somewhere, anywhere when you ended up at Canal Belle's. You worked as a housekeeper for the brothel, until you were 18, then you were finally put to use (as they said. The high-end whorehouse was very particular about who they employed, so you were determined to gain your boss's approval.
Prostituting was in the simplest term, miserable. Knowing you had a place to stay, food, and a bit of change in your pocket were all great - but there were downsides. Constantly being used and degraded, instances of abuse or being robbed. A life like this didn't have any true value until you met William.
Average height, dark hair, green eyes, and broad shoulders, he was one of the most handsome men you had ever seen. He had recently graduated from law school and was the dreamiest man you'd ever met. Although looking back at the last year, when you were alive, he was more underwhelming than originally thought to be.
"I can see why you were a hefty penny, miss?"
"Miss Y/n, you can call me Bill, thank you for your beautiful talent," he said, holding out his hand, smiling as you hesitantly accepted his hand.
"Do you sweet talk every lady of the night, after their service is done?"
"Only the ones as gorgeous as you-l'm messing around, you..are my first"
"Well, I'm glad to be apart of the experience," you smiled, climbing out of the bed, and going to the vanity. You had other clients tonight, you had to clean yourself up.
Watching as he left the room, your eyes briefly flickered at your reflection, before you began to wash up. William quickly came to become a regular at the brothel, everyone knew you were his favorite. As his paywage increased, he grew more arrogant and possessive, not wanting to share you with others.
Meanwhile, the soft spot that you once had for him, grew into genuine love. 'I'm gonna take you from this place, we'll move down to Lafayette, build a nice house, have a lot of babies', he pillow talked. Your heart nearly shattered, finding out that he already had a wife.
"You have to understand, darling, it was arranged by my old man, once he's dead, then I can divorce her, and I'm all yours," he reassured, wiping your stained face.
"I promise, now take off this pretty dress for me," he said, pulling you into his lap.
In a way, you accepted your unfair situation - life had already dealt you a poor hand, so why deny yourself love? No, it wasn't proper, but nothing about your life was. that is until the mysterious French man moved to New Orleans.
The first night you'd met, you couldn't help but be mesmerized. Sitting at the small table in the corner of the balcony, you listened to the band. You always had an ear for music and it was rare moments like these, you were able to truly enjoy the sound of the instruments.
William was running late, you weren't even sure if he would make it tonight, but you didn't mind. You would miss out on money, but at least you could hear the music. Something about the melancholy of the trumpet, made the sorrows of your life fade.
"I agree, this song is lovely on the ears," hearing the voice you jolted, turning to face the man.
"May I?" he motioned at the table.
"Oh, yes," you nodded, watching as he sat near you, crossing his leg over the other.
"I don't believe I've heard this band play before"
"They're new, only play on Friday nights"
"Ah, that certainly explains it"
“I don't believe I've seen you before, are you a tourist?"
"I recently moved here," he pulled out a card, his name written in golden letters.
"Y/n, yes, I've heard much about you, are you still accepting clients, Mon chèri?"
"Y/n, come," William said, approaching the two of you.
'Do not let him speak to you in such a condescending tone'
Furrowing your eyebrows, you confusingly looked at Lestat, he had spoken to you, without moving his mouth. He hadn't even acknowledged William, tapping his glass-like nails to the sound of the music.
"Coming, it was nice to meet you, Mr. Lioncourt," you gave him a small smile.
"The pleasure was all mine," he said, reaching for your hand, and placing a soft kiss near your knuckles.
William lightly frowned at Lestat, his arm territorially going around your waist, leading you away to your room.
'He thinks he is above you, when it is you, who is superior'
Again, Lestat's voice could be heard in your mind, making you look back at him. He now stood in the doorway of the balcony, maintaining his hypnotizing gaze, a smirk in place.
You didn't see Lestat for nearly two weeks until your madam called you into her office, the mysterious man eyed your figure, from head to toe, that same grin, and your heart fluttered at the sight. The room was much brighter than the balcony and you could see him more clearly. He looked heavenly, yet devilish, perhaps a beautiful fallen angel, gracing your eyes. He smiled, chuckling, making your blood run cold, the way his eyes stared at you, you were certain he could hear your thoughts, but that wasn't possible.
"Y/n, you won't be seeing Mr. William tonight, Mr. Lioncourt was willing to pay double the price for you, you be a good girl now," she told you, leaving the room.
"Please, come sit," Lestat said, your feet moved on their own, leading you to the chair near him.
"No need to be formal with me, Mon chèri-
"Are you a magician?" You asked, making him laugh.
"He speaks to you as if you are his pet, it's irritating seeing such potential being treated poorly," he said, his hand going to gently rest on your cheek.
"You are too kind, Lestat, but Bill didn't mean any harm, and I'm nothing special," you shook your head, your eyes widening as he scoffed.
"Nonsense, you will soon see how priceless you are, I would take my word for it, over your affair partner, I mean, look at me, then him"
"Mon chèri, you are aware that he is married? You are more than a fling"
"It is a misunderstanding, he was forced into an arranged marriage, once his father dies, we can-
"Did he tell you these things? I am unmarried, I wouldn't burden you with the worries of another, you'd be my angel, for an eternity," he said, as you stared into each other's eyes.
"If I wasn't broken, then I would believe you, but I have to accept what I can get"
"Not with me, I'll be there to fix every piece of you," he said, moving closer before his lips were pressed against your own. Swiftly, you were in his lap, reaching for the back of your dress.
"I can't accept this," you shook your head, backing away from Lestat, who only pulled you closer.
"Oh, but you must, it will go perfectly against your soft skin," he said, wrapping his arms around you.
"Fine, but close your eyes, no peaking," you said, stepping out of your clothes, and slipping into the gifted lingerie set.
You had only been seeing Lestat for a few weeks now, but it felt like it had been months. He came nearly every night and on nights he didn't make it, he sent a letter, apologizing. He continued to pay double, much like William, keeping you to himself, except you didn't mind. Some nights, you'd have spontaneous sex, walk the streets, or have long conversations. Lestat was making his way into your heart, and shoving William out of the way, and you found yourself not minding.
"Hey, I said no peaking," you giggled, adjusting the knickers, before looking through your new small collection of dresses. It seemed like every time he visited, he had a new gift.
"Mr. William, Y/n, is busy-
"Let be through," you opened the door confused, making eye contact with a furious William. His eyes softened on you, but noticing Lestat who now stood behind you, his button shirt open, you could almost see the steam coming out of his ears.
"Y/n, what is the meaning of this?"
"Bill, it is nice to see you"
"What are you doing with him? You are mine, you will not be with the both of us-
"I'd like to stay with Lestat," you answered quickly, your heart racing, as he chuckled, slamming the door in William's face.
"I can't believe I did that, do you think we could do something else tomorrow? Even if we just go walk down the quarter," you rambled, until his finger brushed against your lips.
"I will send for you to be brought to my home, I must go”
"Your house? Are you sure?" You asked, you had never seen his home, only hearing a few things about it being expensive. You knew Lestat was wealthy, but you never questioned how or why. You didn't question a lot of things about him, how you never got to see him during the day, why his eyes were so pale, how he was able to get into your head. You simply accepted these traits as a part of him.
"I will see you then, Mon chèri," he said, getting dressed, before softly pecking your lips.
The next day, as the sun was setting you were making your way back to your room. You had been out, searching for lipstick and perfume, but Lestat would be sending for you soon. However, before you could make it back to Canal Belle's, a sack was thrown over your head, dragging you into an ally.
As you went to scream, you couldn't, your mouth covered harshly, as you were thrown into what felt like a carriage. You could hear multiple voices, none recognizable, but they were laughing. Eventually, the motion came to a stop, before you were dragged out again. Clawing your way free, you broke into a run, before you were tackled, when they started. Taking turns, the unknown men beat you, repeatedly. The screams that wanted to escape were now suppressed. Suddenly, one of them ripped the sack from your head.
They continued and continued, your breathing becoming more ragged, your vision more blurred. Unexpectedly, a harsh wind blew, and both of the men were killed soundlessly. Lestat then stooped down, lifting you into his arms.
"Lestat," you shrugged to keep your eyes open, confused to even be seeing him.
"Y/n, allow me to fix you, you'll be my companion, and I yours, and no one will ever hurt you again," he said, watching as your hand, weakly went to his mouth, wiping at the smeared blood.
"You are more precious than any jewel, my love, allow me to gift you an eternity of bliss," he said, a single bloody tear rolling down his face.
"Okay," you nodded, growing more tired by the second. Abruptly, you began feeling a burning sensation, as Lestat bit your neck, sucking your blood, leaving you cold and numb, before allowing you to drink his own.
Becoming Lestat's companion and fledgling was easier than you thought. Or at least, you didn't struggle in areas that you thought you would. You thought you'd miss going out in the warm sun, eating different foods, spending time with your old favored clients. None of those things matter to you anymore, Lestat filled your mind and you enjoyed every moment with him.
Except there was one thing, the fundamental problem you struggled against. Your thirst was strong, you could hardly control yourself, doing something as simple as passing by other mortals was a struggle. Lestat had been helping you with your hunting, but you still couldn't gain discipline from his techniques.
Running into a former colleague, she insisted that the two of you caught up before she went on to bring up William, he had moved to Lafayette. Hearing the name piqued your interest in a way that it shouldn't have. You began thinking back, all the fun stories he's shared, his kind and romantic words. Lestat knew something was going on, you were beginning to pull away from him, but he didn't want to force you into a conversation.
You began to plan, you knew Lestat would be jealous, and not supportive - but this felt right. Just as the sun set, you knew Lestat had plans tonight, however, you didn't intend on joining. Placing a kiss on his lips before he left your shared home, and you began to get ready yourself.
Traveling by foot, you made it to Lafayette within thirty minutes and began your search for Williams' home. By the time you found him, any traces of the sun had disappeared. You slowly approached his home, a large house, in the middle of nowhere. As a woman came out, a baby in her arms, you stopped. He wrapped his arms around her, kissing her, before doing the same to the child in her arms. A hand went to your mouth, in disbelief, watching as she went inside, you revealed yourself.
"Bill," you called out, approaching.
"Y/n? I-my eyes are playing tricks on me," he shook his head.
"I heard you died," he said, making you freeze.
Nearly six months passed and no one knew about the incident with you and the two men. It was dark, and Lestat had killed them before he got the chance to read their thoughts to figure out why they were doing this. However, standing in front of Bill, it now made perfect sense, the gears clicking in your mind. The bloody tears began to leak from your eyes.
"Well, I'm here," you held your head up, wiping away the blood before it could make it down your face.
"You were never gonna leave her, were you?" You asked a sad smile in place.
"Oh, darling, don't worry about her, come here," he said, opening his arms.
Slowly moving closer, you stood stiff for a moment, as he wrapped his arms around you. Going to wrap your arms around him, you noticed a prominent vein in his neck, triggering your teeth. Your mind began to run wild, you wanted to drain the life out of Bill, his wife, his infant, and anyone in the home. Lifting your head to bite-
"Y/n, come to me, Now," Lestat commanded. The compelling feeling washed over you, and you pulled away from Bill.
"I have to go," you said, ignoring his questions, making your way back home.
Now away from him, your emotions were everywhere, the thought of killing the child and his mother disgusted you, only a monster-
And Bill, why would he do something like that to you, was he never in love with you?
Lestat stood outside, his jaw clenching, his eyes following you as you went inside.
"You have been crying," he said, pointing out, as you went to the bathroom, turning on the water to rinse your face.
"Why did you go see him?" He asked.
"Can we not talk about this?" You asked in return, feeling yourself getting emotional all over.
"No, I need to know why my companion ran off in the middle of the night, to go see another-
"It doesn't matter, I won't go again," you said, rolling your eyes, as another tear dropped.
"Something happened, Mon chèri?"
"I'm a monster, I wanted to kill them all, even a child, am I that untamed, that I would hurt a child," you shook your head in disbelief.
"You are far from a monster, you just need time"
"You should've left me to die, I wasn't worth much before, and now I'm a monster," you stared at your reflection, disgusted with the sight.
Memories of the fight between the two of you made you open your eyes, staring up into the darkness. You were sure you had been crying all over again, by the wetness of your face.
"Mon chéri, I apologize for my choice of words, please don't shut me out," you heard Lestat's voice outside of the coffin.
"I will do anything, to make you feel better," he announced, as you finally opened the coffin.
"Your crying makes my heart ache," he said, gently wiping your face.
"I'm sorry," you told him. You felt remorseful, you hadn't fully let go of your old life as you knew it, when Lestat was right in front of you, guaranteeing a life of passion and love like no other.
"What could you possibly be sorry for?" he asked a gentle smile in place.
"I couldn't let go of the past to see to truly appreciate what was in front of me, but I couldn't see more clearly now"
"I love you too, my angel," he laughed, kissing your lips.
"Lestat, I think Bill was behind the incident, he said something questionable," you said, climbing out of the coffin, wiping your eyes, as Lestat stood.
"That he "heard" that I was dead, no one else knew about what happened, unless-
"He paid them to do it, probably out of jealousy, come, we have somewhere to be," he said in a serious tone, locking up the house and leading you to his car.
You didn't say much of anything, silently enjoying the ride, that seemed to last forever, until he pulled over.
"The rest of the way, we have to do by foot," he said, getting out, as the two of you walked down the familiar path. You felt like you knew where he was taking you, but silently, you followed, until stopping in front of the large home.
"Do not worry about the well-being of the child, I will take care of it," he told you.
"As much as I want to do it myself, you deserve revenge, he said, quietly breaking the door, and entering as it creaked open.
Going upstairs, he quickly came down with the infant, wrapped in a blanket. Grabbing a nearby basket, the child was placed inside.
"We will leave it somewhere safe," he told you, reassuringly, waving for you to go upstairs, when the baby cried out. He rolled his eyes in disgust.
Suddenly, footsteps were heard, followed by panic, they were looking for the baby. William's wife ran to wake him up, both of them soon coming into view as they ran to the stairs. Freezing, they watched as Lestat tauntingly held the basket.
"Please, give me my baby"
"Y/n, what is the meaning of this?
"I truly don't understand why if someone's name starts with Will, everyone insists on calling them Bill," Lestat laughed.
Not saying a word, your teeth came out, staring at the two of them.
"Enjoy this," Lestat told you, snickering at the look of fear on Williams's face.
"Think of it like an eye for an eye, a death for a death," you told him, slowly walking up the stairs.
"Spare her," he pleaded, but you only laughed.
"I don't think you're in any position to make any commands," you smiled.
Sitting the baby outside, Lestat soon joined you as you drained the two of them, along with the house servants, before setting the house on fire.
Lestat kept his word, leaving the basket in front of a far-off neighbor before the two of you headed back to New Orleans. By the time you were back home, the sun was on the brink of rising. Hungrily kissing each other, Lestat carried you to your shared room, gently placing you on the ground.
"Anything for you," he said, pulling you into another kiss.
"May I join you?" You asked him, as he went to open his coffin.
"Always," he nodded, as you both stripped from your clothing. Watching as he climbed in first, lying down, you straddled his waist.
"I love you more, Mon chèri," he held your hand, placing a kiss on it, as you reached up, closing the coffin.
If this is what your eternity looked like, then you couldn't be more grateful for such a gift.
a/n : feel free to send request if you have anything in mind