| Fan Fiction |
| By Lidia: |
| Before It's Too Late |
| Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, nor do I want to exercise my chance of being sued. So they belong to Anne Rice. Dedicated to: Crowquill and Wraith, for their wonderful spec talents. Also a special thanks especially to Crowquill for answering the spec challenge to expertly. Rating: G Note: Sorry if its confusing at all, I don't think it will be in the slightest, but an apology just in case. Mainly, it is a present conversation, and inbetween the "�", there are Louis' thoughts and a few flashbacks. Just wanted to make it clear. PS. I am not imaginative to come up with a good plot, so prepare for disappointment. *~*~*~*~*~* "David, I can't, you know I can't." Lestat said softly, overheard by Louis who was standing in the foyer, just outside the door to the study where Lestat and David were talking. � Previously this evening, Louis had been sitting in the exact place Lestat was now, watching Lestat's disgruntled figure as he shot sneers his way, masking whatever emotion lie beneath. He had seemed strange lately, angry, irritated. Louis was unable to decipher the problem, and stubbornly, unwilling to find out what it was. If Lestat chose to be angry, than so be it. Louis had begun to neglect Lestat more and more as the months passed, and he realized that. But he was David's now, and Louis had stepped out. Invariably, he had lost Lestat, lost more of a hold on him than he ever had in the past. No claim was now his, and he had stepped aside. They were the perfect companions, Louis only wished to stay, for though he disliked his older brother for jealous reasons, and it broke him to see how obviously they loved each other, he still loved his maker. Loved him with the undying love he had recently discovered, but known he had always had. � "Lestat, why do you talk of these things, if you know you are never going to do them! Tell Louis the truth, what you wish of him, and perhaps you may get what you want!" The truth? The truth of what? � How many times had he wished his feelings had been different? That maybe it were possible to love his maker less, that he could find the real person for him. Someone he could grasp and feel, and wouldn't run away. Lestat was a ghost of the great love he wanted, needed now. Slipping from his fingers when he needed to be held, to be loved. That wasn't the only option of the difference he so craved. If only Lestat would look at him and take a chance. At chance at a real relationship. Difficult it may be, but from Louis' point of view, it would have been worth it. Just to feel that Lestat was his for a second, to know that when his sapphire eyes looked at his own, he was the center of his Prince's universe for just one second. � "I thought that maybe you could help, help me figure out how to say this to him, to have him understand." "He will understand Lestat. You don't have to rush into it, you can gradually do this. Do you want Louis to leave or not?" Leave, but why would I leave? Was that what they meant? That I should leave? Leave them to their love, to be the companions they could never be while I was here? � But he was being selfish, for Lestat had been his, and he Lestat's�so long ago that what memories were left were hard to remember. To describe every detail that Louis so longed to feel again. The kisses, the caresses, and the love�the love. Nearly two centuries ago, a new fledgling to the night. The years wasted, when they could have been together, they fought and argued, until Claudia had been born to the night. Where the best part of their lives had been ripped away by Lestat's ignorant deed. Only once recently had he been taken into his maker's arms. That being years ago, and as he had thought earlier, hard to remember, it had been rushed, feverish, loving the feel of something once so familiar, and so yearned for. Exuberance at seeing each other again. Lestat had laid Louis down in the long California grasses, rough, but tall. The visions of Lestat with him under the moonlit sky had filled his heart. But only once had this happened, before Lestat had gone again. Chasing his adventures. � There was a long pause, where Louis thought perhaps he had been sensed. But then Lestat again spoke. "David, I really don't think I can tell him." Louis felt like a fly on the wall, listening in on this conversation, but it was better for him to learn that Lestat wanted him to go. For he had been thinking about this for while, hadn't really thought Lestat had wanted him to leave. He merely wanted to leave to give them privacy, let their love flourish as it deserved. As he didn't deserve. � All he wanted was for Lestat to be his. And he never would be, never could be. Lestat would always be the hero, the Brat Prince, the Damned Creature, the Golden Prince�David's Golden Prince� � Louis walked from the foyer to the front door, leaving all his belongings in the flat. He hadn't wanted to be a nuisance to them, and if his maker wanted him gone, he would leave. He didn't have to take the trouble telling him, he knew already. Maybe in his heart he knew before he even heard. He bowed his head, brushing the tears that threatened to fall before opening the door softly, and closing it on the Rue Royal�for a very long time. He looked back at the flat once, before turning to face�his new life. � "Lestat, tell him." David said, not even noticing the front door closing on the exit of his brother. "Do you really think he'll understand if I tell him I love him?" Lestat asked, looking so innocent, so like a young boy in love. "Of course he will Lestat, I'm sure he loves you as well. As I said, tell him before its too late�" David said, walking out of the room and up the stairs. Lestat stayed in his chair, his hair falling over his eyes. He would tell him tomorrow he concluded, no matter the reaction, or his mood, he would tell him tomorrow�before its too late. *~*~*~*~*~* The End Any feedback loved, and very very much appreciated.--Lidia Vans Fan Fiction Home |