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The sound of children’s laughter echoed in Lestat’s dream, the bubbly giggles surrounded by the sound of a kind of music that hadn’t been invented yet and wouldn’t be for 300 years. Lestat tossed and turned in his coffin, memories of another Lestat’s life flashing behind his closed eyes.

And then in his dreams he witnessed the gruesome torment inflicted about another James by Armand. The vicious actions startled him awake, sitting up so fast he hit the lid of his coffin with his head and knocked it off completely. He grumbled in pain, rubbing at his head as he let out a shaky breath while he collected his thoughts. Until a few days ago, Lestat was content with his life, feeding and fucking as was his want.

But then he came across James Norrington…. And a vampire version of James Norrington from a future where they had fallen in love and had children together.

The memories of another life tormented him and he couldn’t escape them, especially since the emotions he was feeling weren’t entirely his own.

He startled when he heard James run into the room, clearly worried after having heard Lestat scream from his nightmares. This James was still human, still a blood doll for Lestat to feed and possibly kill if he wished. But he didn’t know what he wanted if he was being honest.

“I’m fine, James. Just a nightmare.” He whispered softly, running a hand through his blonde tresses.

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Danger of the Caribbean

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“Dangit Schwoz! “

Henry squeaked in a shrill tone of panic Directed back toward their Scientific genius little friend who had once again been tinkering with the Time Jerker’s old time portal. The one Ray said he wasn’t suppose to touch. The one that Ray said he wasn’t suppose to touch and now poor Henry Hart was plummeting into the ocean in another time!

MAN OVERBOARD!

The blonde teen from the future had no idea where or when he had ended up, but at the moment, splashing into the drink from such a height ( Henry must have looked to be an angel falling from the sky, how strange ) might’ve knocked the young hero for a wallop. His screaming ceased and the ship not too far off could see the body floating among the waves when it surfaced again.

“ Sir! The thing! The thing that fell from the sky! It’s a boy! There is a boy in the water!” Familiar words for a much different situation, as one of the Admiral’s officer’s cried for leadership in the situation.

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“This—this doesn’t make sense,” Claire stated rather firmly, though the underlying sense of dread was there. This didn’t make any logical sense in the least. The battle ships. The men in uniform. Replaced with—-what? A replica of what once was?

“Excuse me,” she called out to a man going her opposite way. “Do you know where naval command is?” At least command would be able to explain what in the world was going on—right?

#rumpotdeckhand #claire ;; potc verse #;; hope you dont mind—just throwing something at ya

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She’s caught with the evidence upon her face. Blood stained porcelain flesh as she dropped the animal’s corpse to the deck. She’d tried being so careful, but the rats had not been as plentiful as they had been with the onset of their travel. She’d taken to biting the sailors as they slept, but Lucy never took more than she needed and they always woke up with the dizziness that would have befell them from the consumed rum the night prior.

“I haven’t killed anyone if that’s what you think,” the vampire is quick to give honest word to her discoverer. She makes no move to his or to bare her fangs. She’s in no want for conflict. The only thing she wished for was to be left alone so she could find her way to a new home far away from London and her old life were memories were tainted and friendships severed.

“I won’t kill anyone.”

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Another chance

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Tortuga: Sometime 1720′s

He’s been here before. Many times, in fact,in the many years since. But, it had been so long since he had seen it this way. The scent, the memory as if things had never changed before. James Norrington had not yet been a vampire back then, so the colors had never seemed as vibrant as they did this time around. It reeked even more than he could ever recall, with the enhanced senses he possessed.

The vampire wore but a button down white shirt and black breeches, a bit too clean to really fit in with Sparrow and his ilk, fine silk and all. Beyond that, there were just things about the former admiral that put one to unease. Perhaps it was the inhumanly brilliant green eyes. The marble flesh, icy cold when starved, stilled chilled after fed, or perhaps the silken sheen of ethereally beautiful wavy chestnut hair, pulled back into a low laying ponytail, accented by a navy blue bow. But James pulled off human well enough around drunken pirates.

Ah, drunken pirates. A delicacy he had not gotten to enjoy in centuries, and he must admit he did miss the taste.

He was careful as he slipped like a shadow through most of the drunken stumble-bums. Barely regarding the flirtatious whores as they tried to catch his eye. Eyes that could have ensnared them should he so wish-- but... he was on a mission. And Lord knew that once James Norrington had his sights on something, he wouldn’t stop until he’s achieved it. Thus he pushed past them with barely a nod as he sought out one person in particular---

Himself...

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Yet again face down in an alleyway. That’s where James found himself this particular morning. This kind of incident wasn’t necessarily unusual for him nowadays but still rather unpleasant nonetheless. He couldn’t remember how he had gotten there and what had happened. All he knew was that his nose hurt immensely, that he was incredibly thirsty and that the ground where his face had previously laid showed some suspicious deep red sticky spots.

He must have gotten himself in a bar fight again then. Lately James unintentionally, sometimes very intentionally, got himself into bar fights more frequently, as people seemed to find joy in bothering him. “Bloody Pirates.” he silently cursed, ignoring the fact that he wasn't any better anyway, and tried to drag himself up. But as soon as he was on his feet, the ground felt as if it was moving and his legs could barely carry him anywhere.

“Let’s take a rest then.” James murmured to himself and sat down, leaning against the wall of a building besides him. The ground felt rather cold, it must have cooled down quite a bit during the night, the former Commodore figured. He’d just have to wait there on the cool ground for a few minutes till he didn’t feel as dizzy anymore and he prayed that nobody would find and/or bother him. He wasn’t in the state to defend himself and he certainly wasn’t in the mood to talk to anybody at this point.