34﹕ sender is found by receiver somewhere they shouldn’t be .
he had heard the chaotic monologues of jesse pinkman's mind echoing through the corridors of the new mexico apartment complex. HIS apartment complex. and though louis knew he had no right to demand anything from a scrawny drug peddling boy he had once brushed past, that didn't mean he didn't feel the phantom pains of disappointment. as he reached apartment 203, he noticed the door had been broken into --- no damage to the dark wood but there were a few scratches over the lock. louis' thumb brushed casually over the marks. oh, jesse.
the boy must have been let down while stumbling through louis de pointe du lac's temporary home. no food inside the fridge, no drinks...blinds closed shut despite the impeccable weather. no loose socks lost under the furniture. no odours. if jesse was observant enough, which louis knew he was, he'd reach the conclusion no one was living inside the luxury apartment. the keyword being living.
of course, after opening every cabinet and drawer he could find in the living room and kitchen, jesse would have made his way towards the bedroom. most folk would want to keep their valuables close to them while they slept. but his uninvited guest would not find any money or gold or museum art pieces wrapped up like quality beef stakes in louis' chambers. instead, he'd be faced with something much much stranger.
louis slowly stepped into the master bedroom only to find the blond with his back turned to the door, eyeing the great black coffin sitting in the corner of the room. he could not see the boy's face...but he could sense the questions sailing at full velocity through jesse's brainwaves. the vampire calmly leaned against the doorframe, blocking the only exit this home invader had. for a couple of seconds, louis indulged in that sight. a warm evening, a bold young man, a bare neck --- he sighed.
a lifetime ago, he'd have killed him right there and there. "maybe you should knock first." louis suddenly said.
