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| By Lidia: |
| And All Hope Was Lost |
| Sorry the link didn't work! I fixed it! Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, if I did, I'd be suing you right now. Rating: Unknown, you can figure that out as you read it. (a/n: set in the early years of Interview with the Vampire. Sorry if my technique is not good, I have a lot on my mind.) Title: And All Hope Was Lost *~*~*~*~*~*~*~* -- Claudia's POV -- He held my hand throughout the streets, but with no loving caress. Not fatherly, not like the lover I so desired him to be. My dark haired father had long since grown colder. Perhaps it was I, constantly finding the need to grow away from my two loves, or Lestat, burning his nerves, heating him until he could barely think. As I looked up at his grave face, admiring the deep angles of the creamy skin, I lost myself in his eyes. I hadn't realized I had stopped walking until the gentle tug of his hand reminded me to continue moving. I hated the lessons he still insisted on taking me too. Did I really need to learn how to play the piano? I could never be a child prodigy. Were I to attract attention, it could only last for a year, two years perhaps. Would not the mortal crowd begin to realize that in my fame, I had not aged? Remained the young girl I was destined to be for the rest of my damned eternity. Yet I was a little girl, always the doll. Even my Louis thought so, always treating me as if I could not understand the sometimes complex words he would say to Lestat. Talking as if I were not there, as if I were not the adult I was by now. I was merely the child, lead by two beautiful monsters within the world of the night. Yet I loved them both. Lestat, my darling father, I took after him in so many ways, so many things clashed between us, none so great as our love for Louis. I could see farther into his eyes than he wanted to believe I suppose. I had grown up between them, and I had never seen the inside of a church to this date, so I had the sensibility to realize that perhaps Lestat did find relations between men quite appealing. I had no qualms of that, for it was not my business, yet as of late, I had made it my business. I�I had been the one who had inadvertently shown our dear maker the poor musician. Such beauty, such talent, and the capacity to provide Lestat with things that our dear reserved companion would not dare to give him, not while I was here. And I so loved that about my darling. Maybe my imagination can run away with me at times, I had my fancies of what may happen. Never have I hated my blonde father, as you may believe, I loved him as I love Louis, yet in an entirely different fashion. I lust for Louis, as it were. My mind is not childish anymore, many years have passed, my mind has developed, and I no longer find it imperative that I my thoughts should reflect my exterior. And I began to think, that perhaps, if I were able to lead Lestat away, lead him somewhere where he would think he would happier, I would have enough time to win my father. I could take him away, have enough time in Lestat's disappearance to gain some form of new stance with our beautiful one. I knew Lestat would not stay away forever, he would eventually realize the error in his leaving, yet his audacity would lead him astray for enough time, just enough time. I had recorded most of these thoughts in my precious diary. I had burned it of course, as I do all my thoughts recorded in such fragile security. I always end up getting a new one from either of my fathers, of which I am quite grateful. And tonight, Lestat had made his entrance and left again, to spend a lovely night with his�friend. Louis had seemed angry, sad, almost yearning to go out with Lestat tonight. It made me unhappy. Why couldn't he be happy with me? I was, in fact, beautiful. "Louis, I love you." I said, running my tiny hand down his arm. Had I been taller, older, this may have seemed suggestive, but it merely looked silly now. My Louis was smart, he could read into this farther than I anticipate, I am sure. Yet, as in the end, there can be no love in leading. "I love you too," I heard his soft voice say, somewhat distant as he spoke in the midst of his thoughts. Thoughts of that blonde demon who I am so beginning to despise. But a glimmer of hope as he said these words did appear in my thoughts. "My daughter." And all hope was lost. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* The End Sorry if it isn't that good, but Claudia was an adult, she had to have had lustful thoughts too sometime. I'll try and finish The One I Chose tomorrow. Hopefully. Lidia Vans Fan Fiction Home |