The Romance of the Rose
By:
Monique Michiel
Spoliers None realy, but prehapes at the same
time them all : ) The story line is my own but the charicters are Anne Rices,
this is non-profit so
This is what I hope to be an orignal spec, very
original. If it is not I have just shot my self in the foot. I have always
belived in the Love between Louis and Lestat, and not just because they make
beautful slash, but because they need each other. They are the others oppesets
to make them hole. No i won't talk this much before each instalment just this
one. this note is not spell checked (duh) but the story is : )
The
spec takes place in a made up town, in a made up world. The reason I am babling
about this is I am nervous. Please, leave your comments, let them be bad, let
them be good, just let them be : )
-mm
btw the X rating
dosn't come in for a bit, but it dose come in. m/m sudjestions
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*=Change of view, change from He to I or vice versa.
He pushed back a strand of black hair that had fallen in to his
face, breathing deeply. He had just won the race for his school, they always
said he would be a track star in the Olympics, but he had no interest in the
Olympics, or any races out side of his small town. The next person had just
crossed the finish line; he had been behind almost by a full 40 seconds. His
mother would be so happy, another award to show off, an another addition to his
already full room of ribbons, metals and trophies.
"Hey Lou! "
His thoughts stopped by a familiar voice, grinning he looked up.
"Dan what the hell are you doing out of detention, I thought you
would be held up there for weeks"
"Naa, you know how Miss Brown
loves me, proved me innocent once more. I could not stand the harsh time. Now
come on you Homo, hurry your slow ass up" Dan called laughing, as Louis looked
at him as if he went insane.
"Me? Slow? I could beat your ass any
day boy, what you be talking' about"
*
I had not much
interest in meeting this new basketball player when I had first heard of him,
not even when I found out I was to be his tooter in enhanced math. I thought it
was some joke, that he would just be another star player our school managed to
pick up that did not know a thing.
That was until I saw him, he was
indeed taller than any one I had seen before, with a halo of pampered blond
hair, and smooth pale skin. His eyes as blue as the summer sky twinkled with a
kind of mischief one finds in toddlers left in a new environment. His well
proportioned mouth was twitching trying not to laugh at the brunette at his
side, who was no one other than my little sister, and a few of her friends.
I ground as I approached.
"Gee Pandy, trying to get your
claw's in the new meat as soon as it's off the plane uh?"
If looks
could kill, the glare she gave me would have sent me six feet under in my
tracks; this only cased the blond guy to start a laughing fit so hard he was
gasping for breath. My sister, a girl who has never given up the chance to
through a fit, threw a fit.
She stomped the few steps we stood apart
and glared up at me, her hands in fists, dark eyes burning with fury.
" You Louis Michele Pointlac are NOT funny."
I could
not help but smile, I tried to cover it the best I could with a shrug, and
bowing my head, letting the few lose strands of hair fall into my face.
Dan, who always has perfect timing swung his arm around her shoulders
and whispered something in her ear that made her blush, and storm off, with her
little clan behind her.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, my little sister,
Mme Hissy fit"
This was a joke between Danny and I. we came up with
that nickname when she threw a fit when he would not ask her to the prom.
Therefore, she could not gush to her friends that she was going out with a
football star.
The blond guy stood there grinning, obviously use to
having girls flock all over him. Who would have been surprised, if not for his
height he could have easily be an actor.
"Hey Lou, this is
Lestat, you'll be seeing him around. That is if your gonna be on the basketball
team gain."
Lestat looked at me a few seconds before grinning
like a cat. "You look nothing like your sister, have you meet mine Gabby. Err, I
mean Gabrielle. She is around here some were."
I was about to
answer when all of a suddon, I was ambushed by a mass of giggles and curly red
hair. I swung Jesse around for a second before stealing a kiss. Her cheerleading
skirt looked extremely short; perhaps it was, for the first time this year, not
worn with a T-shirt, but rather the tight body suit.
Introduced her to Lestat, and agreed to show him around. I
knew it would take him about a week to find his way around the old building, and
make more friends. As it turned out he was in three of four my classes, the only
one he was not in was physics. He had taken it the year before and managed to
make it on the honor role. I was surprised that I had to tutor him in math at
all, he had said that it was just not his thing.
**
I
watched him walk away arm swung around the bubbly red head he called Jesse. When
I first saw him moving closer to me, strands of ink black hair plastered to his
neck I could not help but smile. He was definitely the type of guy one would
want to be around, he knew every one, or at lest they knew him. Then I saw his
eyes. So green, they stood out from his pale skin and dark eyelashes. There was
a twisting deep down in my belly, hard and grinding. My knees went weak. Perhaps
it was just the heat.
His sister was definitely different from him.
They did not even look as if they were family.
She flocked over as
soon as I had entered the room. I would have no trouble finding a date for the
up coming dace.
~~
The first few weeks of school had
flown by, and it was time for my first tutorial visit with Louis. I had heard a
lot about him. Track star, basketball star, on the soccer team, on the top of
the honor role, been dating Jesse for almost 2 years. As serious as she claimed
they were he always said they were barely more than good friends, yeah he loved
her, but it was still a young thing.
It was if he did not have the
heart to end the relationship with her, and every one expected them to stay
together so they did.
He did not live far from me, in the rich part
of town. I had not had any idea of his wealth until I saw his car. A Porsche, a
beautiful car, black with black tinted windows. It was a gift from his mom for
winning some race.
Taking a moment to gather my thoughts I jumped off
my Harley and slowly made my way up the driveway. I braised myself for the odd
feeling that came over me every time Louis came near. I told my self that the
only reason this happened was that his hair reminded me of my ex's dark hair.
Yet, I knew this to be a lie.
His sister bounded to the door highly
shocked to see me there, for the first time she was not dressed in some overly
teen-bop outfit, rather a pair of jeans and a white sweatshirt. She led me in
constantly returning to the subject of the dance that was less than 2 weeks
away. She had the perfect dress picked out and now all she needed was a date. I
suddenly became interested with a dot on the wall. I could not help but wonder
if Louis was going to the dance, and if he was, was he going to bring Jesse? The
tough vanished as quickly as it came.
Finally, after much delay
she led me in to the den where Louis was waiting. He had every thing already
spread out, and was working on the social homework we received. A response paper
on whether or not electronic media would take over the written word. I still had
to finish mine, although it was due the next day, I had hardly looked at it. I
tried to ignore the fact Louis skin was damp, he had obviously just stepped out
of the shower moments before my arrival. I also tried to ignore the way his well
shaped eyebrows would knit when he was concentrating, or that he bit his bottom
lip when he knew the answer was right but didn't know how to prove it.
We worked for what had to be an hour; I could not stand just sitting
there, not with this constant turning of my stomach.
"What to go get
a burger, or something" I asked when he asked me something about the root of the
number.
At first, he looked at me skeptically, then the line
around his eyes softened and I knew he was considering my offer. Although it had
only been seconds, I was going mad waiting for his answer, my mind running odd
questions, questions I should not be asking myself.
"Sure" He
started "But I am not to take the car out, I got in shit for not giving Pandy a
ride home"
"That's cool I've got mine" I said jumping up,
slamming my books shut and jamming them in to my bag. I could barely hear his
soft laughter; it seamed to rumble from ma dark place inside his chest.
When he saw the bike he slowed for a second, I was about to
explain that my mum and Gabby had taken the car to go car shopping for Gabby,
'case she just got her license. However, I did not have time, he just zipped up
his jacket and took the helmet I handed to him.
I could not lie to
myself, it felt nice to have his arms around my waist, as we drove. We got
slightly de-toured, and act I am sure I did sub-concisely. I almost did not turn
into the drive of the restaurant, just so I could prolong our ride, so I could
have his arms around me for a few moments longer.
When we stepped
inside I knew I saw it before he did, in a booth at the far end of the fast food
joint, sat Jesse holding hands with the schools soccer star, Armando. It was a
great shock; every one thought that it would have been Louis that would ended
it. However, no Jesse was cheating on him. If she had not leaned over and kissed
him at that moment, my mind would have thought something rational up to the
reason why they were holding hands.
I knew I was starring and so was
Louis, oddly he did not say a word. Rather he just watched, soaking in all that
was happening. She looked up, a blush spread across her face. She was going to
stand, but I grabbed Louis by the sleeve and lead him to a table were I saw a
familiar face.
"Hey David" I said plopping down in a chair
stealing one of his fries. "Wacha reading'?"
"A book"
"Well if that don't beat all" I said rolling my eyes. David,
although a good guy, can be a jerk. That is the main reason people like him
though. It is a bit odd. One would be surprised that he was a football player.
He was more of the adroit type.
I saw Jesse approach, as always
she was trying to get every ones attention. Louis the whole time managed to stay
perfectly calm, as if he did not mind the fact his girl friend of two years
cheated on him. That he was expecting this, or that he already knew it and it
was no surprise.
"I'm sorry Lou" she stammered. Looking to him
for a response to her apology.
'Fine" He answered never
looking at her, he stared out the window. At something beyond this world.
"Well you don't need to be a jerk about it or nothing," She said,
then slowly. Ever so slowly, he turned to her. She realized that she just made
herself look very stupid.
**
I looked her over, she
whom I just with another guy. She who always said that trust was so important,
along with honesty, she that betrayed me. Yet, I felt nothing. I knew I would
miss her, or at lest the tough of her. I had become accustom to her being there.
I was glad I caught her, but I wanted no revenge, no bitter words. I
just wanted to leave. That way I did not have to see all their faces so sorry
for me.
"It is over, that's all Jesse. Over."
I
moved past her, glad when I heard Lestat's footsteps fall inline behind me. I
would have hated to have to walk all the way home. It would give me much to much
time to think.
"What to go to my place or something?" He asked
handing me the helmet, no questions of what happened. No judgement. I all of a
sudden liked him even more. He knew not to ask. Not to push.
'Yeah" I whispered. I was not ready to go home, and I was not
sure where I wanted to go but his place sounded like a good idea. Looking at my
watch, I saw it was 10:00pm.
Yawning I stretched out on my bed, I
had carefully creeped in and up to my room. It was 2am. My body shuddered with
energy every time I thought of what happened that night.
We had
arrived at Lestat by quarter after 10, and made our way up to his room, after he
had grabbed himself something to eat. He was always eating.
For
hours, we sat there talking, never really looking at each other. Not at first
any ways.
When had hit a subject I think it was religion, it was a
heated discussion, every few minutes one moving closer, until we found or self
inches away. I member the feeling of his warm breath on my skin. The way it
cased all the little hairs on my body to stand up. All conversation stopped
there, we sat like that, and just as he was, or perhaps it is just my
imagination. But just as he was moving closer, too perhaps, if I dare allow my
self to think it, kiss me, a knock at the door.
He jumped up
to answer it, it was Gabby. She looked at me, as if she could read my mind, my
thoughts. It was awful, I was so embarrassed.
We decided to go out
side, walking threw the forest that was just off his property we came across a
little brook, that led to a cave.
Here we started a fire, and mostly
just barley touched of varied subjects. I was sitting near him but I had never
felt so far away.
"The dance is coming up" He said softly.
"Yes, I don't think I will be going though"
"Oh,
you mite have a good time though"
"But Jesse, I mean who would I
go with?"
"Anyone, no one, a friend"
I got up and
wandered down, following the little brook, that was turning into a stream, when
I stumbled over a rock. He caught me, and for a spilt second we stared at each
other. The slowly he move foreword, and kissed me. I always thought I would push
away if anything like this happened. Yet, I rapped my arms around his neck. His
tongue eagerly pushed past my lips, shyly I copied his movements.
Then we slowly moved away, both blushing.
"I am sorry"
I said, looking away, not believing what happened.
"I am not" He
whispered.
**
He had been so embarrassed, the extra
flush on his cheeks made him all the more attractive.
His long inky
hair had been lifted and teased by the wind, every thing was what it took for me
not to gather him in my arms and kiss him agin. I had been brought up to believe
this was wrong, but how can something that felt this wright be wrong?
I lead him back to the fire, where he shyly sat near me. Time had
passed, and ever so slightly I leaned over, and kissed his forehead. I could not
help but touch him, everything about his was so very touchable.
So
softly I could not help but ask,
"What is it I can give you? You who
has everything?" I knew I must have sounded bitter, but I wanted to know. He
gave me his beauty, his simple pain, his joy, and mostly his shy honesty. What
could I give him?
"You give me everything I never knew I wanted."
He whispered, smiling slightly. "The stars in your eye's and the sun in your
smile. This is what you have given me, and it has become my world"
We had agreed to meet after the dance, two days away. In the
mean time, I had to keep myself busy from thinking of him. Did people notice
that I gazed too long at him, or that I watched his mouth, just to remember how
it felt against mine? Did they notice the soft half smiles he gave me, smiles he
shared with no one else? Have they seen the way we *accidentally* brush our
hands when walking by? Gabby, my younger sister, was always there. She followed
me through the halls at home, and was always in a corner at school. Everywhere.
She was the only one to show any evidence that she knew anything, and that
scared me. Did I really what people to know of my love, when I had just
discovered it myself? I felt as thought I could yell it from the top of a
building, but that would not be smart. Not in the town were we lived. I would
not bring him any pain; I would not be the cause of it. I finally found a date
to the dance. Katie, she was not the type of girl I would normally hang around,
or even talk too. She had a head of thick brown hair, that fell to about her
shoulders, with fake died streaks in it. Her eyes were hazel, skin pale. A good
girl over all and one of the few who did not have a date yet. She was surprised
when I asked her, as were all of her friends, who were at the table, after I
left I could hear them giggling and shrieking. I never got why girls did that.
Since that was, over and my study meeting had been rescheduled. I could go out,
right after school. I was going to buy something new for the dance, some thing .
. .. Something that will make Louis notices me. I could not find a thing I
liked. There was always something wrong with it. Always, not right. So I ended
up getting just a new white T-shirt, and pair of black jeans. I mean who could
go wrong with the classic. ** I stared at the mirror, watched the tears
slowly make there way down my cheek, to fall over my lips and splash the
counter. I could not even find reason to wipe them away. My father, he just came
home from one of his trips. He reminded me of the life plan he has set out for
me. Graduate from high school, get engaged, go to collage or University, get
married, get a job at his company, and then start a family. How was to tell him,
that no, I was not going to get married and have kids, because I was in love
with a male. I was not going to join his company. That I wanted so much more. To
see so much more of life. Grabbing my sunglasses from the counter, I ran out of
the house, and jumped into my car, driving as fast as I could out of this town.
This place that seams to condemn me to a life I have no interest in living. I
felt better with my fingers rapped around the wheel of the car; speeding threw
the curvy roads, things out the side windows nothing but a blur. The rain
started, thick heavy droplets blurring the front window. My tires squealed over
a sharp turn. I lost control of the car for a second. My heart skipped a beat. I
slowed down but only for a second, until the rage filled my veins again. Faster,
the faster I went the better I felt. I passed the speed limit, faster; the limit
was left behind. I passed the town limits, speed threw it, it was a release, and
I speed until I hit the first mall. I wanted to be surrounded by people that I
didn't know, people who had no idea, people who didn't want me to live a life
that was not mine. Parking the car, I slowly made my way around to the doors,
slowly walk the halls, people busily pushing by. Bags, of clothing, and the idea
that theses clothing would impress someone. Make a good first impression.
Then I saw him, he had a huge plate of food in front of him, his feet up
on the chair beside him. Bags on the floor at his side. I couldn't help
but smile, he looked so sure of himself, even when he was eating a huge sum of
food. Always eating. Sitting down I watched him, so oblivious to the
world. His foot slightly moving to the music his earphones were blaring in hi
ears. Lips slightly mimicking the words, between mouth fills of food. Leaning
the chair back so it stood on the two back legs, watching the people who walked
by over the tops of his sunglasses. Then he looked up and smiled
motioning to come
over.
He stood,
and made his way over. His movements like that of a cat, hypnotizing to watch.
It was obvious that he had been greatly upset earlier by the lines around his
eyes. So tired he looked, so ready to give up, and all I could think about was
to kiss the pain away.
He looked like he had not eaten in days, cheek
bones extremely prominent, his eyes had a glossy look to them, reminding me of
how my sister looked when she had a fever.
Simple talk, about simple
topics, schools, places we wish to go.
"I have always wanted to
go to Miami" He say's, the place sticks out in my mind because I know some one
who owns a small place down there. I too would like to go there, I hear the
night never ends there.
I can not concentrate on what he is saying,
his lips move but no words come out. Yet I smile and nod, knowing that he is
paying little attention to what he is saying. Words spill from his lips, the
sounds they make are round and swelling, like a golden tear, shimmering and
throbbing.
I feel as if I am completely mad, but thinking these
thoughts keep me from thinking others. Others that would let me think of running
my hands threw his hair, tasting his soft skin.
He is laughing
'Your not paying attention to a word I am saying"
"Hmmm?"
His brows pull together slightly. His unconscious gestures are
most seductive. It is much too easy to be seductive by him, the way he plays
with a paper napkin, the way his hands run across the top of the table.
"I dreamt we were Immortal, and had forever to have this
conversation"
He stares at me, of course, I sound foolish, but I
could not care less. I had dreamt we were immortal and living in some exotic
land, were I had forever to run my fingers threw his hair and over his face. I
have a burning desire to except his eyes, his voice, or to run, run to them,
drowned in them.
I am entirely in love with him, but he would laugh.
Laugh if I said 'Louis, I love you. Beyond any words or any actions, I love you'
Shifting uncomfortably in my seat, I turn away from him. The
crowd is dwindling out the doors, the mall is closing. That means it is 9pm.
Should I say anything?
"We should go some were"
**
He was completely distracted the hole time, his eyes making their way
over my hands and face. He would smile and nod. Nod and smile to no matter what
I said that is, if he did or said anything at all. When he suggested we leave,
we did rushing out of the mall. His bike was in one of the first parking spaces,
so we took his bike.
"Were do you want to go?"
"Anywhere" I had not released how much I desired him until I hear
my voice echoed back to me, it was thick and husky.
We rode fast, my
arms clinging to his thin yet muscular body. Trying to reason what was going on.
I felt happy there, confused but happy. I remembered the first time I saw him;
he was so over powering, while now, he still kept his power, but it was more of
a light that drew me to it.
A hotel, I smiled to him when I got
off the bike. A blush warmed his skin, and I could not help but laugh.
"Meet me by the elevator" I said softly "I should only take a
moment"
Nodding he jumped back on his bike, in look of a parking
spot. I slowly crossed the street and entered the hotel lobby. It had a warm
glow to it, like the look of a room filled with candles. It must have been the
tiffany lamps that were set on each coffee table, or the heavy chandler that
hung high above.
The wallpaper dark and flowery, every thing tinted
with a dark gold. The main desk was a dark rose wood, stained cherry wood red.
A pen house paid with cash. The look the attendant gave me.
He was already at the elevator when I got there, large and gold, a
glass window to allow its passengers to view the out side world.
It
was if we were strangers while walking down the hall to our room, innocent.
However, as soon as the door shut his hands were on me, and I wanted
them there.
**
He was so soft so trusting. So fragile, he
was trembling beneath my fingertips. I did not even wait for him to move to the
bedroom, I slipped my arms around him as soon as he shut the door. I turned him
in my arms so I could see him. If beauty had a name, it would be Louis. He
looked at me threw those long eyelashes, softly lowering and raising them. So
innocent, so mine.
Running my thumb over his eyebrows and cheekbones,
I smiled.
"I love you Louis"
Leaning down I pressed my
lips against his, since he was not offering any protest I deepened the kiss. My
tongue parting his lips, to explore his mouth, moaning softly on to his lips.
Louis crushed his body against mine, soon, slipping his own tongue
into my mouth. The thick heavy taste of his was over whelming. I moaned, pulling
him closer towards me, until there was no way for us to become closer. Running
my hands over his slender body, I became completely intoxicated by the kiss.
We parted, looked in to each others faces, and smiled. No words
needed.
The curve of his neck became unearthly, so beautiful, so
inviting. I wanted to touch it. So I did, I ran my fingers down it to his
shoulders. Then copied the action with my lips.
A swimming feeling as
if I was losing my balance, filled my body, I was floating on cloud nine.
Delighted that Louis was here with me, I became happier and happier as the
realization sunk in.
Grasping his shirt, I slowly undid the buttons
exposing his chest. Smooth and hairless, I ran my hands down it to the front of
his pants, and with a jerking motion, I pulled him close once more. His
eyelashes brushed against my skin as I inhaled the sent of his hair. His skin
was resilient, perfectly soft like that as babies. Pulling the shirt of his
torso, I kissed the little crook of his arm, then his wrist and his palm. Then
taking each of his fingers, one at a time, I softly suckled them, nipping at the
end of each one when I was done.
Slowly he leaned forward, and
removed my shirt, his fingers searching my chest and back. Then I released that
Louis had never made love before. I was going to make this night perfect; I was
going to make love to him.
I lead him over to the bed, his eye were
half-mast with lust. Murmuring words of love, I leaned him back so we were both
laying down facing each other. With swift gestures, I had removed his pants,
leaving him exposed. The only hair on his body was that around his organ, and it
was almost as thick and glossy as that on his head. Kissing his navel as
tenderly as I could, I ran my hands down the inside of his thigh. Then I dug my
hands in to the back of his legs, massaging the flesh, smiling up him, his face
filled with confusion.
Pulling me up he ran his fingers over my face,
then closing my eyes I felt his hands loosing my pants.
With in this
divine tenderness the first violent explosions came. Then some how I found
myself standing, looking down at him, his dark green eye peering up at me. His
lips surround me, as slowly he moved back and forth, driving me mad. His tongue
moved over it tasting it, as if it was savoring it. Stroking both my hard organ,
and scrotum, he counted to do so until I nearly came. Drawing him off me, I lead
him to the bed once more, and laid him out. I kissed his shoulder blades, and
then, when I could hold back no longer drove into him. The first nudge scared
him, because he gasped, and stiffened, but soon the gasp turned in a moan, and
our bodies joined to become one. Shuttering with passion, I moved against him,
moving faster and harder until I came.
**
In all of its
shy awkwardness, it was wonderful. Never had I been so possessed, yet so free at
the same time. Both he and I were completely satisfied, I could tell by the way
he collapsed on the bed beside me.
Every thing about it felt so
write; nothing that wonderful could be anything but sacred and good.
Drawing me close, he rapped his arms around me, and slowly I fell
into an tired sleep.
~~
When I woke, I found our
bodies spooned together. He was still deep sleep, when I got up, and slipped out
of bed carefully. Running a bath, I smiled to myself in the mirror. The boy who
smiled back was radiant with joy, and cupidity.
Slipping in to the
bath, I closed my eyes, muscals relaxing, and thought. I knew my family would be
worried but I still was not ready to go home. They would want an explanation for
were I was and I was not ready to give it to them. We both have school the next
day, but I was not planning on going, perhaps not going for the rest of the
week.
Pandora, my sisters name flashed into my mind, I hope she was
not getting the blunt ends of this at home.
~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~
I jerked my hands off the ball and sated at the old lady's face.
Lestat's face was as shocked as my own.
"How is this possible?" I
stammered.
"A another world ma cher, another life. When a soul is
split in half and sent to different bodies it try many ways to join it self to
one"
"But this-"
"This is just on example of many.
Two works are at hand here, fate, and your soul. Feel lucky that in this two
worlds you have found eachother."
Nodding Lestat drew out his
wallet to pay for the crystal ball reading, he thought the lady to be a fake as
I did. That she would try to sell us that she saw 'children' and 'wives' coming
into our lives. This one, this old lady managed to show us a stores of life,
were we were the main two characters only under different circumstances.
Slipping his arm around my waist we went up into the air, I knew
we would make love tonight, I could see it in his eyes. But this night I would
do what I have held back before, take his blood. No matter what it dose to me. I
will not offer, but next time he askes, I will hunt with him.
These
are small things, but they are what I have go give to him.
*fin*