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| By Lidia: |
| Death Of Him; Death Of My Universe |
| +The Death of Him; The Death of My Universe+ by Lidia Disclaimer: Characters: Not mine, I guess you would know that because Anne Rice is probably a way better writer anyway. Rating: PG I guess ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I used to imagine, in my warped little mortal mind, that perhaps one day Armand would change his mind about making me a vampire. That we would live the dark paradise together for eternity, in bliss, and in hatred. As all vampires end up doing in the end, they grow some dread toward their makers, but as I said, in my mortal mind, I imagined our love would overcome all. That one day, Armand would change his mind about me, and make me into a vampire. And one day it happened. It wasn't the best day of all days, but it happened mind you, and that is really all that mattered to me. For you see, when Armand chooses a mortal pet, he generally keeps it...like a pet. Until it happens to die. And you have no idea how much that means to me, that I am the one pet that he chose to keep alive above all others. The symbolism in that sometimes used to overwhelm me. After I became a fledgling of my beautiful maker, I began to fall deeper in love with him than I had before. Again, in my vampiric mind, I began to plan our future together. Our dance through the world of the night, as I called it. I imagined all the things we could do together. He was the center of my universe, and all I wanted...was to be the center of his. I guess all good things come to an end, or in my case...they never happen. But as things go, it never went like that. As from the night I was made, Armand's attention was taken from me again and again. First the Queen, the finding of his maker, and his habit at travelling. Even with the Night Island at his disposal, he still left. Over and over I came home to an empty place, and one night, his magical presence would fill the void in my life. Make me feel loved in our bed, but it would never last. I would fall asleep holding his slightly smaller body, the soft skin brushing mine faintly. I could feel the smoothness even in my sleep. But when I awoke, he would be gone. All evidence that he had been here only left in my memory. Sometimes it was days before I found him again, it could extend for months, possibly a year. But this time it would be an eternity. I must admit, I never expected this to happen. Never even in my darkest dreams, did I imagine that Armand would kill himself over something so trivial. How had he been so sure that there even was a God? Didn't he know, that when I looked into his eyes...all I saw was heaven? Why couldn�t "God" just let it be that way for him? Why couldn't he see the answer to all questions in my eyes...in my arms? Where was God when I needed him. So now, as I stand at the edge of this cliff, I look down at the shapeless red rock, extending far out into the horizon. I'm ready to join my maker, the one that killed himself at the consequence of one of Lestat's meaningless adventures. The death of my maker is not merely the death of The Vampire Armand, it is the death...of my universe. Daniel Molloy Fan Fiction Home |