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Indie Semi-Selective Louis De Pointe Du Lac blog. Based off of the Novels and TV series, Interview with a Vampire. 21+ Preferred, Minors DNI. Dead Dove blog, proceed with caution. As written by Angell, 28+. Just a cool trans guy. (He/Him/His) IMs are for OOC chatter. Memes are open to all. Hold off on any NSFW or shipping memes unless we have previously discussed it. Guidelines - Carrd
"well, arnt you a tall drink of water " Robert cruising in the woods probably! - bettingonhouse
The car was impossible to not hear cruising down the dark windy road, easily hidden by the tall dense trees growing on either side. Even more impossible to ignore was the confident drawl of the stranger. Not because Louis felt like the pick up line was something exceptional, but because he could tell that his stranger wasn't from Louisiana. Louis looked to the trees on his left, considering disappearing into them and to leave this man alone, but there was another part of him. The side that had encouraged him to go out that evening. He was hungry, the rats and cats were no longer cutting it for his diet. And tonight? Well tonight was an exceptionally bad evening for him. It only took him a brief moment before verdant eyes moved to the man, taking in his looks. Would he be too much like Lestat if he decided to play with his food first? "Feeling thirsty?" The side of Louis' mouth perked up, flashing the breifest glance at his teeth before he nodded his head towards the car. "Don't see many of those beauties often. You're not from 'round here are ya?" @bettingonhouse
Looking between both of them, Mina felt herself cornered.
Sitting at the table with both of them on the other side, Mina knew this was going to be hard. she hadn't set out to fall in love with Lestat when they started sleeping together. It just sort of happened and then they realized they didn't like anyone else like they liked each other and agreed to become exclusive. And in the years that followed, they'd fallen in love. Gabby had been a miracle. Mina still wasn't sure how it happened. She believed it had something to do with what Dracula did to her. Like the fact she wasn't quite mortal and not quite immortal had opened this miracle up.
And Mina had made him promise her that it would be different than it was with Claudia. She had known Claudia, lovedh er like a sister. She wa tched her struggle with the fact her creators didn't love her as much as they loved each other.
But Claudia was dead and Mina mourned her daily. her daughter wasn't going to be put in the same position.
Mina and Lestat had had an agreement when they started. That they would end it amicably when he and Louis decided to get back together. It hadn't...quite gone that way. Mina hadn't expected it when he came into their bedroom and told her. It wasn't THAT he'd done it, it was the way he'd done it that had hurt her so much. He'd been talking to Louis, and they wanted to try again. That was the line.
Louis wrote a tell all book and Lestat wanted to get back together with him.
Mina had stood by Lestat for decades and their relationship felt like it was thrown away so easily. Of course he told her he'd agonized over it. He'd felt so horrible for choosing Louis. And she believed him, because he'd never lied to her.
She was still working on moving past it. She'd finally managed to voice her true feelings about it to Lestat but it would be awhile before they got close to what they were.
And here she was now. Because eventually Louis would move into the house. And he would be a part of Gabby's life. She could be a nightmare about it. She could make everyone's life just miserable and be everything she promised Lestat she wouldn't be. But that felt beneath her.
She had no right to do that. They'd had a deal, and she planned to honor it.
She let her eyes stray over to Lestat. The stress showing on her face. It all depended on her. She was the thing standing in their way to being a full family. He would move into the house she and Lestat built together, and she would take Gabby once Gabby adjusted and move next door. Close enough that they could go back and forth to each other's houses all the time but far enough away that Mina had her own space and her kid could be away from...Lestat and Louis working through their issues.
She sipped her whiskey and finally looked at Louis, "Been awhile."
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Louis wanted to fidget, sitting there in front of Mina. The tense air around them threatening to close in around his throat, cut the oxygen from filling his lungs. It would have been uncomfortable, but perhaps not as uncomfortable as meeting up with an old... friend? Is that what he would call her? It had been years. Verdant eyes moved to glance over Lestat's face, almost seeking guidance in how to navigate their new found situation. Finding out about Gabby felt like a red hot blade being stabbed into his chest. Not because Lestat had picked up a new lover, but because his own undead daughter was truly lost to them. Never to be heard or held again, and here was this blonde sly demon raising yet another child. At first he had wanted to protest, almost walked right out the door, but he remembered how painfully his soul ached without the other. Even seventy plus years, and he was still yearning. "It has." Louis finally replied, moving his gaze back to Mina, then to the glass in her hands. God, he missed the way that liquor would numb the aching ball of nerves in his stomach. "You're looking..." His lips pursed together in thought. Good for going through a break up and meeting your lover's boyfriend who will be moving into the house you built together? "Well." Stiffening, Louis pressed his back into the bench, giving himself any other sensation. He wanted to say more. Parts of that were dipped in his own anger and jealousy of the child. Something Lestat had been dealing with for weeks from him. The only sign, though, was the way his jaw tightened as he tried to come up with any other words to seem as if he was being civil. And he was, for the most part. "So, you two-- well I can't say I had seen that coming, especially for a woman of your field of work." It was a petty jab, marked at both of them. Lestat for his sometimes murderous blood rage, and Mina for her hatred of evil blood suckers. "And a kid." Using his index finger, Louis pressed his nail into the firm wood of the table before them. Finding any means to keep himself together. He did promise he would behave. After all, Lestat made it clear that Mina was struggling more than him. He was technically the other woman in this scenario. "Baffling stuff."
The green room did little to muffle the sounds of the fans roaring from the concert hall. The muffled beating of drums and guitar riffs practically vibrating the walls all around him, and yet, he was able to hear Lestat perfectly despite how desperate he was to not open this can of worms. Especially right before his performance. "I don't know." It was an honest response. "I spent the last several decades being lied to. Our entire relationship was built off of the idea that he saved me. That--" Louis couldn't help it. His throat was closing around his words, the pain boiling up to the surface. He would try to distract himself from fading in. Eyes watching the way the glitter reflected near Lestat's eyes. He didn't want to resort back to how they were, he'd wanted to be honest "That you wanted me dead just like... like her. Why didn't you say anything? You knew what he was capable of, and you let me leave with him."
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★・・・・・Lestat watches Louis with a single understanding that this may just be all on purpose. His smile turns into a sharp pout as he corrects his expression by lifting his chin. He shakes his head, turning to his mirror to fix his eyeliner for the fifth time tonight. He does not even ask for his make up artist to make an appearance because, in reality, this is all strictly business.
"Mhm, look at you. You can't even make yourself say it." Lestat gawks at himself, leaning back in his chair. It creaks under his weight and the impatient jolt of his foot that rams against one of the legs. "You still CARE about a lie! How cute." He mocks Louis over his shoulder; no matter the price of this outburst, Lestat relishes it. He deserved this. And he is not letting Louis, former companion and current beloved, whether Louis likes hearing it or not, ruin the vampire's show. It hurts Lestat that Louis still lives in an illusion crafted by Armand. Time to wake up, princess. He turns in his chair and aims his gaze at Louis; it is a pointed arrow with venom dripping at the tip.
"Because I thought you'd figure it out, mon cher." He smirks and screws his mascara stick shut before tossing it into a pile of its siblings. "Guess not." He rises and tosses his hair away from his shoulders. "I gotta go. You should leave too. This is private property." Lestat grabs his leather jacket from the rack, passing Louis as he aims to the green room's only entrance door.
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The cool composure always came crashing down around his fated lover. Lestat had known how to pluck the thread of it all, whether Louis thought he hid the end of it well this time or not. It didn't matter if they had spent several decades apart, this cherished rock star had him in a way not even Armand could fathom. "No, ah-ah, you're not gonna do that to me. Not right now." Louis said, moving rather quickly until he was in front of Lestat's exit from the room. Though, he made sure to behave and keep the door on its hinges this time. "You don't get to have one of your bitch fits and just throw me out like I'm trash. We're not doin' that shit to each other no more." Louis straightened his back, though there was panic laced behind his eyes. He hated this. Always a back and forth, and truth be told? He relished in it. How else did these two ill-fated lovers always manage to come back to one another. "You asked me a question you knew you didn't want the answer to, and now you're tellin' me to leave because I didn't lie to you. What do you want, Lestat? Do you want me gone? Then fuckin' say it like you mean it." A hand came up to grab Lestat's chin, nails digging inward to keep his face forward so that their eyes had no other choice but to lock onto one another. "But don't expect me to come back if you do."
The silence washed back over the bricked interior. Louis was still far too human in his incessant thoughts that it allowed a confused and startled expression to pull at his lips and brows. He'd been careful to not think about leaving Paris this whole time, to keep his packing to a minimal to avoid any suspicion. Claudia had found her needs met here, and it left Louis like a tattered flag in the wind, barely holding onto to the pole. He didn't know what his use would be to stay. It was obvious the other vampires behind Armand were displeased with his lack of interest in their coven. It had given him a slice of hope into figuring out who Louis was now, as the world he knew was beginning to wash away. She didn't need him or love him the same way he needed and loved her. It felt more like a burden to stay. "You could come with me." Louis skipped over his answer entirely, though moved his gaze from Armand to behind him, at a brick wedged into the wall. Pills of water forming on its surface. "Give Santiago the theatre and its troops. You're tired of it, so don't succumb."
Armand had this conversation before. He stood in front of the mirror, silently watching Louis in the distant reflection partaking in the coven's festivities. He barely helped as a stage hand, he barely fit in. In his burdened silence, Armand knew exactly what Louis was thinking without the need to pluck at his mind with the power granted to him long ago. The ancient vampire read Louis's pleas in the absence he left behind. He wasn't here long, but the theatre was displeased with his mishandling of power. Armand had to hush Santiago plenty of times, but as a leader, Armand had no other choice. If he did not have a strong hold on these vampires, the Parisian coven would fall apart. Already, the ancient vampire was aware of a mutinous talk under the moonlight. Claudia had no place to be otherwise. Everyone wanted her gone, and Armand knew what that meant. He supported it. They could no longer hide a vampire in a trapped body among them anymore, no matter how many petticoat excuses she was given.
He sighed.
"I am not going to run away, Louis." Armand insisted. His voice surrendered, but his eyes remained firm on Louis. "Tired?" He canted his head. The question was loaded with a misunderstanding of their station. Armand was made to lead; such was his expectation: he was a servant, a follower, and a puppet to a cause where he emerged a victor. In this triumphant appearance, he was chained to this timeline. He did not mind it. He wanted to be here, to exert control over those who did not understand. He knew what he must do, but this rebellion itched something in him. Louis possessed a formidable will to live just like a human would. And he was very human. It fascinated Armand.
"I will never tire." He confessed quietly. "But I," Armand paused, mauling over his thoughts. "I wish to follow you."
"No, I suppose you won't." The words came out bland, almost bored. He had hoped that Armand would let loose more. Had tempted it by keeping his distance from the theater and the other vampires. Almost a game of cat and mouse, where the reward is not a pile of rodent guts, but perhaps affection... or a distraction. Honeyed eyes pulled back to meet Armand's darker gaze, drawn to them at the admittance that he'd wish to follow him. Had he really? Did Armand feel the same magnetizing draw that Louis did? Or was he perhaps a fly getting seduced by the sweetened promise of comfort by the bright red maw of this bug eating plant? He couldn't be sure now. "I was thinking about Greece, seein' the gods." Louis started, hoping that the words might somehow tempt Armand into not wishing, but doing. "Least what's left of 'em there. We could look together, just us. No coven." He'd tempt again, keeping his gaze soft.
//Life has been making me its bitch, so I am in the moment where I need to take a break for the weekend. :C
@immortalmolloy 's being followed.
Was Louis a stalker now? Sitting in the darkest pit of the alley, he watched. Greens eyes dancing over the road at the mouth of the bricked path, settling on Daniel. He didn't need to get closer to hear or know what was going on with the reporter. In fact this wasn't the first time he had gone out seeking him after their little rendezvous earlier that month. Armand knowing where he went at night, but perhaps not. He did not care. Louis was bored. These decades were boring, no thrill of excitement, no chase, no Claudia, but Daniel? Oh Daniel listened to him, made him feel new and exciting again. Louis crept closer to the entrance, moving quickly between shadows to avoid detection, but still he followed the other. Two dots of reflection bouncing from his eyes, being all that gave away his existence in the dark. Where are you going, boy?
Louis' hand came up, cupping the side of Daniel's face, thumb wiping away the blood that stained his lips. He'd remembered the first time he opened his eyes too. Everything felt like it was born again. Only he felt a wave of emotions washing over him. He'd see flashes of Madeline's face there over Daniel's, and was that Claudia's voice behind him? He turned his head sharply, looking over his shoulder. Nothing, the room empty and dark, minus a lamp on in the corner. He didn't want to go here, not now. Not with Daniel. Squeezing his eyes shut, Louis would try to ground himself. His nails curling lightly into his fledglings cheek. They were not there. This was a different time. He was in America.
Daniel was too caught up in the ways he was changing and his newly heightened senses to consider how Louis was feeling. The amazement at some point faded and he became aware of other sensations.
He was dying. At least, in a sense he was. He knew it wasn’t the end, but the beginning. Still, it made him a bit anxious. It wasn’t pleasant. There was pain. His stomach was cramping. “I think I’m dying,” he said, like an idiot.
He felt so strange, like something halfway between mortal and immortal. He was changing. He was being remade. Louis blood was in his veins. It was like a dream.
The voice brought him to open his eyes again, taking in the eternally young reporter once more. "Of course, you're dying. Your body is getting rid of anything human." The vampire removed his hand from Daniel's cheek first, before he entirely swept himself away, a fast motion, bringing him to stand near the window to look down on the street beneath them. "It'll hurt. You'll feel as if your bones are breaking, and your skin is on fire, but it'll pass. You need only sleep in coffin over night."
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To a human's eyes, Louis wouldn't appear so hesitant. He moved too quickly for them to see the way his hand would still and press down into the fabric of his present at the sounds of the gifted box being open. They would be unable to spot the way his eyes would betray him and try to look over his shoulder at Lestat. For every time he did it, he was actively forcing his eyes back to the suit, or making his hand move again. His body moving as if it listened to his heart and not his mind. It was in this moment he was grateful for the music filling their room. The sound giving him something to focus on, allowing the nervous human like thoughts to be avoided, that is until Lestat spoke. He was not quick enough to catch himself from turning towards him. His heart picking up a pace or two with pride. He'd done well on the gift. Green eyes would flick down to the touch at his wrist and then returned back to Lestat's face, just in time to watch his eyes go to the suit. Giving him a moment to have the man's face all to himself. To appetize on the way the nearby candlelight echoed off of his cheekbone and jaw, that is until his eyes met the stark grey ones, knowing too well he'd been caught admiring. Something he'd so rarely done since the night he was changed. "Of course." A sharp nod, and he'd pull his attention back down to the suit, looking at the rich colors. He didn't need to be told that it was chosen with him in mind, he knew it was. Lestat always had a way with colors and had done quite the remodel on his wardrobe in the years they've been together. Louis didn't move quite so quickly here. He indulged in Lestat's grounding touch a moment longer before pulling away and grabbing the suit, intending on bringing it to his room, though he paused, turned his head over his shoulder, and spoke, "Since it's your gift, perhaps you'd like to make sure I put it all on correctly."
Lestat did not smile, but there was a clear approval in the way his posture eased. He gathered the pocketbook and set it aside with care before following Louis toward the adjoining room. The quartet continued without pause the sound was threading through the rooms like a held breath.
He stopped just inside the doorway and closed it with deliberate quiet. Candlelight caught the cut of the suit as he took it from Louis’ hands without asking. “You would rush it,” he said evenly. “You always do rush when something matters.”
Lestat laid the pieces out in precise order the jacket, waistcoat and shirt. He gestured once, and Louis was expected to comply. He corrected Louis' clothing placement as if he were a doll. When he adjusted the collar of Louis' shirt his touch was exact rather than indulgent. His fingers were briefly at Louis’s throat to straighten the line. He stepped back to assess his head tilting a fraction. “It suits you,” he said quietly and there was no exaggeration in it. “I chose it to temper you... not to disguise what you are.” His eyes moved over Louis with open scrutiny. “You carry yourself as though you expect judgment. I would have you remember who looks at you now.” He reached out again, this time only to smooth the sleeve, then he withdrew. “Come,” Lestat murmured. “Let them see you before the night grows old.”
There would be no need to look into a mirror. Had there been anything out of place, Lestat would've fixed it, just as he was. Adjusting here and there, smoothing the fabric until Louis was positive he looked as perfect as possible. The vampire in front of him would have it no other way. "Thank you." Louis looked down at his feet, at the way the fabric pooled around his legs, flattering his thighs, the cut cinching in his waist. He'd seen the way that Lestat carried himself, and even if he wanted to do the same, he felt as if his attempts would come across more like a child in his father's clothes than an elegant vampire. Still, he'd try his best, mostly for tonight. The truth was, Louis did not know how others perceived him. He did not spend long looking at the humans around them. In fact, he tried to avoid their gazes altogether, knowing that if they found themselves in the web that was his companion, they would not survive. Though, it did not make him dislike Lestat, merely he disliked the way he toyed with them. "Where will you be showing me off, then?" He asked, beginning to walk towards the door that was shut just moments ago. He'd tried walking with his head held high, though it made him feel rigid and stiff. "How long have you had this planned?"
Lestat followed at an unhurried pace. He was watching the effort Louis made to carry himself differently. He noted the stiffness and did not correct it yet. That would come in time. “At first,” Lestat said, “only downstairs.” He reached past Louis to open the door. His movement was smooth and assured. “The carolers will arrive shortly. The staff expects us. After that...” He paused briefly. “A walk. The streets are loud tonight. I thought you might prefer noise to silence.”
He stepped ahead it was just enough to set the pace but not enough to abandon him. “I have planned this since the start of Advent,” he said matter-of-factly. “You were distracted. You always are when the year turns.”
Lestat glanced back at him then his eyes were sharp but not unkind. “Do not concern yourself with how you appear to them,” he said. “You are not a exhibition. You are mine.” He slowed slightly so Louis would fall into step beside him. “Walk as you are,” Lestat continued. “Not as you think I want you too. I did not dress you to be someone else.”
It was no surprise to Louis that Lestat managed to wedge himself in front of the walking path, making sure he could lead them down to the parlor. Just as it was no surprise that he would follow after him, much like an obedient dog. He knew the distractions came easily this time of year. Often spent looking out his window, down at the street, watching the families pass by with shopping bags, wrapped gifts, and flushed cheeks from the cool air nipping at their skin. It reminded him of his own mortality, or lack of it. His sister left to mourn two brothers this holiday season. Verdant eyes seemed almost glossed over with memories flooding them, before they caught the sharp gray ones looking his way. The stormy dreary clouds clearing in his brain just enough for him to drop the stiff posture, falling back to natural. Which was still elegant in its own, just more human than feline. You are mine. The words bounced around in Louis' head, making a display of emotions on his face. His thin brows were the first to react, moving up in an almost appalled expression, but falling down into a tight knit. Was he blushing? The heat in his cheeks would have indicated yes, but no mortals around them would know. They wouldn't be able to see the soft subtle changes his skin made, but Lestat would. Louis attempted to clear his throat, letting his expression settle back down into one less animated before he would respond. "Not a spectacle, but dressed in the finest fabrics in town." His eyes fell past Lestat, looking out to see what staff he could see ahead of the vampire. "For you." He'd add when his eyes returned back to the vampire. He now stood directly at the blonde's side, not feeling like a fledgling, but as an equal, a partner, a companion for the ages.
Their closing distance made the low hum of Paris come to a still. Even the figmented ghost that stood behind Armand seemed to fade off into the wet brick. It is what made him intoxicating. The very reason that Louis kept coming back for more. Why the moth flew closer to the plush red mouth of the plant before it. And then he said it, what he sought out most in the world, in such a hushed tone, one that encouraged his next step forward. "Why not give up your role as Maitre?" His own voice was a whisper, as if speaking any louder would send his words down the alley of tunnels that surrounded them. The honeyed gaze in front of him had him stuck where he was, contemplating on reaching out and pulling him closer, or allowing the tension between them to grow. Truthfully Louis liked being in charge, he liked knowing the rules and that he was above them, and here before him was an opportunity, one he didn't want Armand to know how eager he was to snatch it.
To encourage Armand to give up was not enough. There was a need in him for total surrender. It terrified the ancient vampire. His realized power was minimized when it served the purpose of something alluring. A face of an angel with ink-soaked wings. Each droplet dribbled from feathers to create a pool at Armand's feet. He hoped Louis would step into the puddle willingly and get sucked into it. Armand wanted to drown him so that the world would never find them. And this is why this surrender was futile. To lose control meant death, and all beings, vampires included, were on the pathway to it. No one was infinite. Not even time itself.
"I can't." Armand answered honestly, but withheld his reasons. There was an order here at the Théâtre des Vampires. Paris contained them for now, a family of rule-abiding thespians. In this environment, Armand kept a close eye on each head. They had rules and structure. In the world of rogues, just over the border of the ocean, Armand heard of an ugly chaos. "This is our home." He looked at Louis as if his question caught the ancient one off guard. In this earnest disbelief, Armand held his breath. Then, he subtly canted his head.
"How long have you been planning to leave, Louis?"
The silence washed back over the bricked interior. Louis was still far too human in his incessant thoughts that it allowed a confused and startled expression to pull at his lips and brows. He'd been careful to not think about leaving Paris this whole time, to keep his packing to a minimal to avoid any suspicion. Claudia had found her needs met here, and it left Louis like a tattered flag in the wind, barely holding onto to the pole. He didn't know what his use would be to stay. It was obvious the other vampires behind Armand were displeased with his lack of interest in their coven. It had given him a slice of hope into figuring out who Louis was now, as the world he knew was beginning to wash away. She didn't need him or love him the same way he needed and loved her. It felt more like a burden to stay. "You could come with me." Louis skipped over his answer entirely, though moved his gaze from Armand to behind him, at a brick wedged into the wall. Pills of water forming on its surface. "Give Santiago the theatre and its troops. You're tired of it, so don't succumb."
// Okay... okay. I am back from the dead. Hello y'all.
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Louis sat at the bar, leaning back in his chair while circling a glass of amber liquid around, green eyes watching its little hurricane like pattern. A storm of liquor which did nothing to console the emptiness in his chest. No, if he wanted to actually feel anything, he would have to drain anyone in this bar out back in the alley. Something he had put behind him. He'd bring the glass to his lips, feign a sip, and look around the room. Seeing if anyone there noticed how the liquid never actually passed into his mouth. Most humans wouldn't see it, not with the right shift in movement. A swallow, and a face to pretend the alcohol burned on its way down.
Mina felt herself go rigid as he told her was the same then as he is now. And that didn't bode well for her and if she hadn't been following him all this time she'd wonder if his thirst for men like him had been going on without anyone being the wiser.
Why hadn't SHE noticed?
Because they weren't a group that the police would take seriously and those like Louis counted on it.
Mina was quiet, when she lost her baby she'd gone off the deep end too. But sh'ed gone after monsters that hurt people. Maybe some were good, maybe they'd survived by killing criminals but back then it didn't matter.
But these men were innocent. And the buzz she was feeling suddenly felt so very far away.
It gave way to a withering glare when he said he was doing them a favor, "That's bullshit and you know it. If they died with a needle in their arm because they were in pain at being hated for who they were, that was their choice to make and not yours to take from them. Because not all of them would've died like that. Some of them would've been alright and I"ll bet NONE of them wanted to die via you."
She leaned forward, "And you know it too, because you don't go after humans anymore."
100 beautiful lives snuffed out. He could've found kindred spirits in them if he hadn't made them targets for his rage and self loathing
She kept his gaze as she stood, "This will not happen again. If you want redemption, you have to learn to regret the things you've done."
It was the first time all night that Louis actually felt himself growing frustrated with Mina. He has spent so many years of his life surrounded by vampires. Surrounded by those who worked to get him to forget his mortality. To forget that he was a damned creature, and part of him almost felt like he would have, had he not met this monster hunter, because she looked at him just like he'd expected her to. Like he was evil, and perhaps he was, if you could define evil in such a way. "They died how it was intended that they die.." It came out quick and sharp. Almost like a parent scolding a child. For that was all this boiled down to right? Morality at its very core. "You go to a diner, are served a steak, and do you contemplate the family that you took that mother from? Those baby calves that now have to move on as an orphan. You only look at me with disgust because you have other options." Louis didn't like this. The way his heart was beginning to pound in his head. The heat that was flowing to his hands with anger. He knew this tempermant well, was often faced with the consequences often. "You do not need to talk to me as if I am an incompetent child. You know as well as I do that I have seen what my actions have done. We are not the same. Two entirely different beings and yet you scold me as if you know better, as if you believe that you would have an ounce of the control you do now." He'd stopped walking now. Hands fists at his side. "What would you be had he actually managed to change you, I wonder?
Mina kept her steely gaze right on him, but she was keeping a very close eye on his demeanor. He was a temperamental sort, she knew he went back and forth between getting his own way and getting it to a point with his partners. Here she was, a measly human that he latched onto. She offered him no safety, no sex. He wouldn't get anything out of her but an early death and it wouldn't be hard for him to just snap her neck here and now.
Or try to
"Who says it's so?" she demanded angrily, "Who decides who lives and who dies above us? Do we not have free will, Louis? Or is this an attempt at you from shirking your responsibility in your own actions? It's not YOUR fault you took them, consummated your dalliance and drained them after getting them high. It's FATE's fault!"
Mina was quiet as he tried to compare her to him with the steak analogy. She heard it before. Usually from wendigos or cannibals but the occasional vampire that got a word in too. Mina didn't point out that it was simply different. It just was. Animals were precious and better than a lot of humans, it was true. But there was a firm difference.
She kept her mouth shut when he said she had other options. Mina didn't point out that HE had had options that night, and several nights beforehand. He didn't ask how Lestat froze time, he didn't ask how he got into his mind as frequently as he should have. He didn't ask why that fucker bit his neck and drank his blood the night they'd fucked. Instead, he'd looked at Lestat covered in the blood of his childhood priest and thought that fucker was worth spending the rest of his life over. Even though he didn't take time to think about the sacrifice, didn't take time to learn all the rules. He'd made a heavy decision in the height of emotion and he had options. Not many, not for a black gay man in New Orleans but he chose this life.
And he'd paid for it several times over.
And so had all those men
It was also futile to state she WAS dealing with a child. He followed her, wanted a partnership to someone he barely knew because she had morals and offered an escape and redemption and company. And she didn't want to take advantage of him and that was safe. And now he was mad that her morals came back on HIM as well as others. What did he THINK was going to happen?
But her eyes gave way to something deadly when he brought up what could've happened to her. What a cruel thing to say, "I would ask you to back up a bit, Louis."
She didn't like him standing so close in tantrum.
Shrinking from his responsibility? Louis face dropped, verdant hues locking onto Mina's eyes. He wasn't looking into them, though, not like he had been earlier. No, now his gaze was going further, reaching into the deepest delves of her mind, a gift taught to him courtesy of Armand. In doing so, her current thoughts raced to him. How she thought of him choosing Lestat, how she thought of him now. It made his lip curl up in a snarl. His heart sinking down into the pit of his stomach. If he had any regret in what he was to do, he didn't now. "You'd be relieved to know that there is no God. No heaven, no hell. No place for Johnathan's soul to watch his wife sleep with the grimiest men she can find just so she doesn't have to risk forming an attachment. Easier to have a one night stand if you can barely stand them, right Mina? But a girl like you has needs far deeper than those of physical affection. You won't admit it out loud, but you like it, killing people. You get a thrill out of the blood on your hands, only you warrant it as fair because you chose your victim like some comic book vigilante." Louis got far enough, he pulled from her head, tilting his head to the side like a true predator now. "Do you believe a bloodline can be as vile as their parent? I wonder how all those children with missing parents feel knowing that the great Mina Harker did it to help them because she was blood thirsty but disguises it as doing good." The vampire took a step back. His fists uncurling. "And worst of all, you have his blood dormant in those veins. What would happen if someone actually manages to stop your heart, I wonder. Think you'll see who the real monster is then?"
Mina knew his capability for cruelty, she knew she was poking the dragon, she knew he could rip her throat out if she said every intrusive and thought out thought she had. But it didn’t seem to matter because he went digging in her mind anyway. Which was to be expected, he was a vampire. But her jaw clenched just the same as he dangled her sexual history over her head. Two could play that game, “How fortunate for me then that you are no longer in your old line of business. At least these days I don’t have to worry about you selling me to the highest bidders every night.”
Mina watched the rest of his tantrum though with narrowed eyes. She could see this was not meant to work. Vampires were always going to be soulless demons, even ones that wanted redemption. You can’t just skip over the regret part for that. Some might think so but she didn’t. That’s why she didn’t see redemption for the humans she murdered. She WASN’T sorry about them and those loved ones, she did them and the world a favor.
And then her blood went cold when he said THAT and she took it as a threat, “and so what, Louis? Will you kill me to see if I turn? all the benefits of creating a fledgling without the link?”
"That's real cute, actually." Louis said, making a play with his eyes, looking Mina up and down as if she were nothing more than a means to money. "Thinkin' someone the likes of you would even get the opportunity to work for me. My girls had families to feed, and though it wasn't a pure way, it was an honest way of makin' a livin'. You focus so much on the sin that you forget what drives folks into hard situations. Not everyone would afford a dowry, Mrs. Harker." He did not care of friendship anymore. Did not care to bite his tongue or be well behaved. It was exhausting trying to play into the life of humans and humanity. Their morals overlapping, their beliefs misconstrued. Louis had spent so many decades unlearning all of his mortal ways, all of his damned thoughts. Mina only pried them back to the surface. "With your bloodlust?" It came out bluntly. It did not matter who the victim was, deserving or not, Louis seen how dangerous she was, and he knew that it could be made worse did she ever actually change. "Let us not forget who came here tonight to kill who." With a look of pure disgust, Louis turned on his heel. After all they had spent the night discussing, she still treated him as a monster. As a devil's spawn, here to curse her with a dark gift. "Leave this town, Mina, it's not big enough for the both of us." A goodbye as it were, and Louis walked away.
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Louis sat at the bar, leaning back in his chair while circling a glass of amber liquid around, green eyes watching its little hurricane like pattern. A storm of liquor which did nothing to console the emptiness in his chest. No, if he wanted to actually feel anything, he would have to drain anyone in this bar out back in the alley. Something he had put behind him. He'd bring the glass to his lips, feign a sip, and look around the room. Seeing if anyone there noticed how the liquid never actually passed into his mouth. Most humans wouldn't see it, not with the right shift in movement. A swallow, and a face to pretend the alcohol burned on its way down.
Mina felt herself go rigid as he told her was the same then as he is now. And that didn't bode well for her and if she hadn't been following him all this time she'd wonder if his thirst for men like him had been going on without anyone being the wiser.
Why hadn't SHE noticed?
Because they weren't a group that the police would take seriously and those like Louis counted on it.
Mina was quiet, when she lost her baby she'd gone off the deep end too. But sh'ed gone after monsters that hurt people. Maybe some were good, maybe they'd survived by killing criminals but back then it didn't matter.
But these men were innocent. And the buzz she was feeling suddenly felt so very far away.
It gave way to a withering glare when he said he was doing them a favor, "That's bullshit and you know it. If they died with a needle in their arm because they were in pain at being hated for who they were, that was their choice to make and not yours to take from them. Because not all of them would've died like that. Some of them would've been alright and I"ll bet NONE of them wanted to die via you."
She leaned forward, "And you know it too, because you don't go after humans anymore."
100 beautiful lives snuffed out. He could've found kindred spirits in them if he hadn't made them targets for his rage and self loathing
She kept his gaze as she stood, "This will not happen again. If you want redemption, you have to learn to regret the things you've done."
It was the first time all night that Louis actually felt himself growing frustrated with Mina. He has spent so many years of his life surrounded by vampires. Surrounded by those who worked to get him to forget his mortality. To forget that he was a damned creature, and part of him almost felt like he would have, had he not met this monster hunter, because she looked at him just like he'd expected her to. Like he was evil, and perhaps he was, if you could define evil in such a way. "They died how it was intended that they die.." It came out quick and sharp. Almost like a parent scolding a child. For that was all this boiled down to right? Morality at its very core. "You go to a diner, are served a steak, and do you contemplate the family that you took that mother from? Those baby calves that now have to move on as an orphan. You only look at me with disgust because you have other options." Louis didn't like this. The way his heart was beginning to pound in his head. The heat that was flowing to his hands with anger. He knew this tempermant well, was often faced with the consequences often. "You do not need to talk to me as if I am an incompetent child. You know as well as I do that I have seen what my actions have done. We are not the same. Two entirely different beings and yet you scold me as if you know better, as if you believe that you would have an ounce of the control you do now." He'd stopped walking now. Hands fists at his side. "What would you be had he actually managed to change you, I wonder?
Mina kept her steely gaze right on him, but she was keeping a very close eye on his demeanor. He was a temperamental sort, she knew he went back and forth between getting his own way and getting it to a point with his partners. Here she was, a measly human that he latched onto. She offered him no safety, no sex. He wouldn't get anything out of her but an early death and it wouldn't be hard for him to just snap her neck here and now.
Or try to
"Who says it's so?" she demanded angrily, "Who decides who lives and who dies above us? Do we not have free will, Louis? Or is this an attempt at you from shirking your responsibility in your own actions? It's not YOUR fault you took them, consummated your dalliance and drained them after getting them high. It's FATE's fault!"
Mina was quiet as he tried to compare her to him with the steak analogy. She heard it before. Usually from wendigos or cannibals but the occasional vampire that got a word in too. Mina didn't point out that it was simply different. It just was. Animals were precious and better than a lot of humans, it was true. But there was a firm difference.
She kept her mouth shut when he said she had other options. Mina didn't point out that HE had had options that night, and several nights beforehand. He didn't ask how Lestat froze time, he didn't ask how he got into his mind as frequently as he should have. He didn't ask why that fucker bit his neck and drank his blood the night they'd fucked. Instead, he'd looked at Lestat covered in the blood of his childhood priest and thought that fucker was worth spending the rest of his life over. Even though he didn't take time to think about the sacrifice, didn't take time to learn all the rules. He'd made a heavy decision in the height of emotion and he had options. Not many, not for a black gay man in New Orleans but he chose this life.
And he'd paid for it several times over.
And so had all those men
It was also futile to state she WAS dealing with a child. He followed her, wanted a partnership to someone he barely knew because she had morals and offered an escape and redemption and company. And she didn't want to take advantage of him and that was safe. And now he was mad that her morals came back on HIM as well as others. What did he THINK was going to happen?
But her eyes gave way to something deadly when he brought up what could've happened to her. What a cruel thing to say, "I would ask you to back up a bit, Louis."
She didn't like him standing so close in tantrum.
Shrinking from his responsibility? Louis face dropped, verdant hues locking onto Mina's eyes. He wasn't looking into them, though, not like he had been earlier. No, now his gaze was going further, reaching into the deepest delves of her mind, a gift taught to him courtesy of Armand. In doing so, her current thoughts raced to him. How she thought of him choosing Lestat, how she thought of him now. It made his lip curl up in a snarl. His heart sinking down into the pit of his stomach. If he had any regret in what he was to do, he didn't now. "You'd be relieved to know that there is no God. No heaven, no hell. No place for Johnathan's soul to watch his wife sleep with the grimiest men she can find just so she doesn't have to risk forming an attachment. Easier to have a one night stand if you can barely stand them, right Mina? But a girl like you has needs far deeper than those of physical affection. You won't admit it out loud, but you like it, killing people. You get a thrill out of the blood on your hands, only you warrant it as fair because you chose your victim like some comic book vigilante." Louis got far enough, he pulled from her head, tilting his head to the side like a true predator now. "Do you believe a bloodline can be as vile as their parent? I wonder how all those children with missing parents feel knowing that the great Mina Harker did it to help them because she was blood thirsty but disguises it as doing good." The vampire took a step back. His fists uncurling. "And worst of all, you have his blood dormant in those veins. What would happen if someone actually manages to stop your heart, I wonder. Think you'll see who the real monster is then?"
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how he had managed to get into this situation was beyond what q could comprehend right now. all he felt was the burning sensation to his shoulder as cold sweat started to appear on his forehead. his eyes, wild with confusion and adrenaline, he looked up at the stranger hovering over his as he was pushed down. biting into the fabric q nodded. feeling the pressure around the gun shot wound he bit harder into the fabric squeezing his eyes shut as he tried not to make too much noise. but it was hard with the other’s fingers lingering around the wound. as the fingers were dug into the wound itself, q let out a scream muffled by the fabric he was biting into. his entire body tensed up and a hand shot up to grab the other’s wrist trying his best not to yank the hand away.
A scalpel would've surely been better fit for a wound of this magnitude, but Louis still managed to pull the fragment from the wound. His fingers dripping in Q's blood, making a crimson stream down his forearm as he held the metal overhead, showing the boy that possibly the worst of it was out of the way. Now came for healing the wound. This is where he struggled. He only knew what little his mother had taught him when he helped bandage up Paul when they were kids. So, in the most professional medic fashion, Louis ripped the other sleeve from his shirt, and used it to tightly wind around the shoulder wound. "You're going to need a doctor." Louis swallowed, his saliva thick in his mouth. The blood burning inside his nostrils. He was going to need to get away.
why q always ended up in situations like this one was a mystery to him. it wasn’t the first time being shot and it probably wouldn’t be the last. still he felt helpless and slightly pathetic to rely on a stranger’s help out in the open like this. he had been lucky the culprit was being a horrible shooter and had missed his heart. otherwise the stranger would be dealing with a corpse right now.
q let out a small laugh disguised as a huff at the stranger’s words. his green eyes tried to focus on his face as his right arm supported his weight as he sat up. “it’s not the first time.” he groaned softly. q’s eyes fell to his injured shoulder before looking up at the other again. “it’ll be fine.” he murmured. “i will replace your shirt.”
His shirt. Louis looked down at the sad excuse he had for a wardrobe now. The cloth really doing very little to hide any of his skin, though it was no matter. He didn't particularly need a shirt. The evening was getting shorter, and he had plenty of clothes to chose from at home. And this mortal man, oh he didn't need to see him again. "No need." He'd turn his gaze away now, looking around them, listening to hear how much time they would have before they'd have to leave. "So, you're making a habit of bein' shot. What company is it that you keep?"
emerald green eyes scanned the stranger’s face memorising every little detail about it as if his brain was a running computer storing important information. perhaps that was why he had been headhunted for the job he currently occupied. still he felt bad about how he was the reason for the sorry excuse of a shirt the other was now carrying.
q let out a soft chuckle. “not exactly a habit, but not unfamiliar at the same time.” he offered the man a wry smile as he looked to the fabric that slowly but steadily turned crimson of his blood. “i do insist of replacing that shirt of yours. take it as a thank you for sacrificing yours.”
It would have been impolite to continue refusing the offer, and Louis was not currently on a rude streak. So, he'd force a half smile, one that only curled up on one side. "Alright, alright." Louis looked at the wounded shoulder again. The sound of a drum low in the back of his mind, seemingly getting louder the more he'd stare at the blood staining his shirt. It made it particularly easy to forget that the drum was this boy's heart. "We can worry about a shirt another night, you, stranger, are still bleedin'."
continuing X @jasussiriyun Louis kept his hand on the table in front of him, watching the glass fill with the dark ichor. Far too viscious to be mistaken for wine. Tiny dots splashed against the side, too thick to roll down and join the solid puddle in the middle. "Is the intercom still working?" He would turn his head, glance up to Rashid, "I simply meant you didn't have to stay here, standing behind my shoulder." It made him feel odd, having someone to take care of him, though sometimes he also felt like Armand insisted on an assistant so that he could be watched.
"Hmm." It was a sound of consideration, made audible as he considered Rashid's response to him, and in return, his question. He'd still his finger, no longer tracing the glass. "I collect art." He'd look around the room, motioning with his eyes to show the priceless pieces of art around the room. There for Louis to enjoy until they hiked up in prices. He always had a knack for knowing where to rightfully invest. "And then I sell it. Rather dreamy, if I do say so myself." "What drew you into serving? Minus lack of ambition. You don't get here with the will of doin' nothin', unless of course, you're hidin' somethin'." Louis would smirk, bringing his glass back up to his lips for another sip. "You wouldn't happen to be hiding anything, Rashid, would you?"
"Hiding?" He questioned as though he was repeating the others implications.
"Why would you think I'd be hiding anything if I'm living my dream in Dubai? Surely you know the feeling since you live here."
Though, he tried not to seem so defensive. This job of his was risky.
"I suppose you could say I have a knack for caregiving since I took care of my father for some time and then my mother...Though, I was under the impression you were...Elderly. However, some people do prefer whatever help they can get. There is a job for everyone, is there not ? Though...Financial things, I may not be of availability to appraise these pieces but, upkeeping...I can do that for you unless other workers get assigned for that."
"Of course not. You're livin' the dream." Louis' eyes narrowed at the mention of him being elderly. He had nothing to do with the hiring process, and therefore did not know what information was given and withheld from the boy. "You were not hired for appraisal. That would be taking my role out from under me, and then Armand would hardly find me of use." It was a joke, at least an attempt at one. Louis felt like the air around them was growing stiff.
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★・・・・・the pads of Lestat's fingers brush against Louis' hand as he passes by his companion. He does not stop and proceeds onward through the shadows cast by the ripe trees above. The fruit is a ruby gem, each weighing the branches low enough to reach. Holding up his hand, Lestat gathers a bundle of cherries into his palm, plucking them easily from their home. Inspecting each other, he smiles and looks up to Louis just as he crushes the overripe berries in his hand. The breached cherry flesh bursts inside his palm, leaking its sour nectar from between his fingers. Unfolding his fingers, the vampire drops the purged husks until the wet stain remains. Bringing it to his mouth, he drags his tongue over his palm while keeping Louis' eyes. Then, he sighs and turns his palm to face his counterpart. "Would you like a taste? Like wine, cherries emulate blood. Your body won't reject it. I promise."
Louis was entranced by the blonde before him. His verdant eyes watching with fascination as the dark crimson fruit was plucked from the tree above. It appeared almost black in the moonlight, as did their juices when they were crushed in the vampire's hand. The way the tart liquid pooled and dripped reminded him of blood, even more so when those stark eyes before him caught his gaze, and Lestat lapped it up. It was seductive, whether that was how it was intended or not, as was the way Louis stepped forward, grabbed onto the wrist before him, and without breaking eye contact, his tongue would not only lap up the juices on those fingers, but he'd take them into his mouth and suck them clean. He'd slowly pull back and return a grin, "They're not as tart as I remember."
