11-10-2009, 03:27 AM
If anyone was worthy of these hallowed halls, it was the brilliant Lestat. He needed no last name, and he needed no introduction. He was only the most famous vampire known to man, unless you counted those awfully fake ones that sparkled in the sunlight. If anyone knew what sunlight did to a vampire, it was...well, Louis, actually. But, of course, Lestat would take what glory he could, and leave his precious Louis in the wake, a broken man.
However, there had been a time when Louis had left him broken and alone, but it hadn't stayed that much longer. As he swooped down into the gardens behind his precious, swanning up behind him, the older blond wrapped his arms around the other's waist.
"Mm...my darling Louis, haven't you, too, shared our secrets? That interview..." He whispered, kissing at his neck; a sensitive spot for the other. Of course, he couldn't keep his hands to himself; nor could his fangs stay in his mouth. They wanted to poke and prod the other's skin until he was nothing more than his.
He had lost so much; Louis was all he had left, and that wasn't much, considering Louis was more expected to follow the women instead of him. But...now he had some semblance of control, and he felt he could hold the other as his for once and for all. Never again would the brunet elude him; ever.
Not that he had at first, because Lestat was far more clever than anyone would give him credit for. He was a conniving, malicious, manipulative vampire, and he was certainly good at his played persona of a musical prodigy.
"Have you missed me, my darling? It's been far too long, don't you think?"
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