Entrapment
Addie, August, 1999Disclaimer: These are Anne's characters, don't ya love them, and I just want to use them for a little while. It is fun and I do not make any profit from it. Wish I did!!
Spoilers: None. This story could be anywhere in the chronicles, should not infringe on any of them.
Warning: m/m sex, violence, very scary ending. If you are afraid, do not read.
Lestat:-
His mind was dark, devious, corrupt. As his blood flowed down my throat I hated his dark soul. A minefield of deceit, unscrupulous dealings, hatred and lust. No redeeming thoughts, no prayers to the almighty as he slipped into unconsciousness, his heart pounding strongly until his last gasp. His blood, although tainted with alcohol and drugs was rich and delicious, and I kissed him on the mouth when I had finished with him then dropped him where I stood in the rank, putrid alleyway. I was lazy I know. I remembered the new laws laid down by my old Mentor, always cover the kill, but I was in a hurry. Fun and frivolity awaited me in the club at the end of the street. (mmm that would be a good name for a song) Anyway I digress. I kicked him under some rubbish, where he belonged and headed into the bright lights, enjoying the admiring glances I was receiving from all and sundry.
I must admit, I look pretty stunning when I have just fed. My pallor disappears and my eyes are bright. Not that they aren't always, but I feel happy, full of life, out for some fun. The only worry I had was a niggling feeling that I had been watched, and that this stalker, for want of a better name for him, was following me still. He did not cause me undue concern, don't get me wrong, its just that it was mysterious. Why would anyone risk following me, when at any moment I turn on them and have them for dessert. It must have been either someone very brave or very stupid. He hid himself well but I knew he was there, I could smell his blood, hear his breathing, see his pale eyes in the darkness. He was unaware that I was aware of him.
When I entered the club I felt at home. Several of the patrons said hi, and the barman poured me my usual. Which I usually don't drink. The manager came over and kissed me on the cheek. Imp that he is, it still gave me a certain pleasure for him to greet me in this way. His auburn curls were clipped short, and he was decked out in Armani, probably from his boxers outwards. His brown eyes smiled at me, welcoming, sensuous, full of desire. But not necessarily for me. Together we eyed the beauties at the bar, men and women dressed to kill. If only they knew!
"Good to see you Lestat. You look wonderful as usual" he crooned in my ear.
"Likewise Armand. Is business booming?"
"Oh yes. The back rooms are bringing in a wonderful bounty." he replied.
He rested his hand on mine for a minute, and I could have sworn he was enticing me into one of his back rooms for a taste of his desire. But tonight I was searching for another. My vampire eyes perused the room for him, hoping to see his emerald eyes glowing in the crowd, but I was disappointed. So was Armand. "Lestat, he is not here tonight. I haven't seen him for a couple of weeks. Seems he has dropped off the face of the earth. No-one has seen him. Are you sure you wouldn't like to spend a few quiet hours with me?"
I moved closer and brought my arms around him, our faces so close that I could feel his breath on my lips. "Sorry, maybe another time."
He looked disappointed for a few minutes, but not for long, as a young voluptuous dark haired beauty caught his eye and he was gone, with nothing but a wistful sigh and another kiss on the cheek.
No-one in the place took my eye, all I could think of was long dark hair falling over my face as I caressed and kissed a slender white body. Louis was on my mind, and I needed to find him.
I meandered home, cruising the streets and the alleys, keeping an ever vigilant eye out for my stalker. Yes he was still there, lurking, sneaking behind a shop front, or hiding in a darkened doorway. What did he want? I was tempted to just grab him and fling him over the rooftops, but it piqued my curiosity. And when that is piqued, it needs to be satisfied.
My apartment was seemingly deserted when I ran up the front steps, opening the door with my telekinetic power and turning on the lights the same way. I was almost as startled as he was. Louis was sitting on the couch in the dark, crouching as if he was about to pounce. "Mon Dieu Louis, what are you doing here in the dark?" Even though I was surprised I was extremely pleased to see him, and moved over to sit next to him. "I'm sorry Lestat, I have been followed for days now, and I am just trying to avoid him."
"You too?"
"Oui. Several times I have been tempted to take him on, but he always seems to slip out of my sight. I think there is more than one of them."
"I must admit they have me intrigued. If not they would no longer exist." I replied.
"What shall we do Lestat, shall we just destroy them? It would be very easy with two of us."
"No, I want to find out who it is and what they want. I do love a mystery."
"They are very weak, even I can read their minds. But they seem illusive. One minute they are there, then the next they disappear."
"Mmmmmmm Louis. Lets not worry about someone who has suicidal tendencies. I am pleased to see you. I've missed you, where have you been?"
"Just wandering. You know me, every now and then I need to be alone with my thoughts."
"Do you want thoughts for company tonight, or another body to keep you warm?"
"Oh another body, Lestat" and he leaned over and kissed me passionately. He was warm having just fed, and his lips were soft and malleable as I invaded his mouth. I pushed him back against the cushions and began to suck slowly on his neck, nipping just slightly, teasing him, feeling him become aroused against my own arousal. I pulled his jumper up over his head, giving him a playful lick on the nose as I did, then slipped his daggy jeans down over his slender hips. Nuzzling all the way up from his knees I savoured the taste of him, enjoyed the tingling feeling of his shuddering desire. I allowed him the pleasure of stripping me slowly and sensuously, loving the feel of his lips against my naked skin, the feel of him rubbing his body against mine. We were immersed completely in our lovemaking, hearing nothing but our hearts beating and the ever quickening of our breathing, seeing nothing but desire in each other's eyes when everything seemed to shatter around us.
There were loud shouts, and flashes of light, sounds of gunshots echoed in my ears, and intense pain shot through my body. I could feel Louis arch his back and cry out in agony as I swung around to face my adversaries. There were more than a dozen of them, dressed in black, holding weapons and chains, as I lashed at them, tearing and ripping, feeling bones break and hearing bodies crash into the wall. I killed at least six of them before I felt another volley of gunshots piercing my body. I am powerful, and knew that I would recover from such an assault, even Louis, who was now lying in a pool of blood would endure, but the weapons were powerful, and for a few minutes they rendered me helpless.
I awoke from a black tunnel to feel my arms and legs bound in heavy chains, and a needle with some powerful narcotic being pumped into my arm. My wrists were slashed to drain me of blood and in my weakened state I felt myself being carried to an armoured vehicle. Louis was flung in beside me, unconscious and barely breathing.
I strained strenuously against the chains, and cried out to anyone who could come to our rescue. I was fighting, pushing hard against any obstacle, but I was overwhelmed again, and tumbled in the abyss, darkness overriding my senses, until there was nothing............
Lestat:-
I was falling in a downward spiral, surrounded by blackness, interspersed with shards of light, flashes of colour, the thundering sound of volumes of water whooshing in the ears. Louis was just beyond my reach, his delicate body was being buffeted and tossed as if on a boiling sea. There was sunlight, just up ahead, maddeningly out of reach. No matter how hard I tried to reach it, it would flitter away from me. Then in the sunlight I would see flashes of green hills, blue sky, flowers blowing gently in the breeze, only to be covered in a haze of grey, then the all pervading dark. It was from this dark that I began to recognise shapes in front of my burning eyes, feel pain coursing through my body and hear voices, nearby, then far away. I was drifting in and out of consciousness.
Sharpness, clarity, my vision was returning. The voices were connected to faces that were just beyond my reach. Questioning, curious, fearful, amazed.
My whole body jumped as I became fully awake, and I felt my arms spreadeagled against the wall, heavy chains keeping them in place. My whole body hurt. "Louis, Louis" I heard myself crying softly, almost as though my voice was not a part of me any more. No answer. I shut my eyes again and willed my body to heal itself, to become strong again. The visions returned against the backdrop of my bloodshot lids. I cried out, the sound echoed off the walls and rang in my ears. What had they pumped into my veins that could have such a reaction as this? My head was spinning, and for a few seconds even when I was sure that my eyes were open again all I could see was the swirling whirlpool of blackness.
"He's coming to. How is it possible?" I heard them now, behind their wall, thinking that they were safe from me. "They had so many bullets in him, yet still they live." "Yes but do not go near them." another said.
"Yes be wise you fiends, you are about to die mortals, for I will surely slaughter you all" I whispered to them.
"I think not" said a booming voice very close, too close. Was he not afraid of me? Did he know something of my situation that I did not?
He had a gun in his hand, but it did not appear to be an ordinary weapon. What was it? I tried to sit up but realised that my legs were also chained to some iron bars concreted into the floor. Dam them. I strained against my bindings, they were strong, made of tensile steel, but not so strong that when I regained my powers I could not rip them apart. I felt like playing a little game with him, so I delved into his insipid mind, willing him to come closer to me and kneel beside me. He complied. I enticed him closer so that he was within reach of my fangs, then I attacked, pinning him to me with my teeth and began to drink mammoth gulps, feeling him weaken. As he slumped my fangs slipped out ripping a deep gash down the side of his throat. He was screaming now, and his minions came running. They grabbed him by his feet and pulled him out of my reach. I laughed at them, and gave them my most malicious smile.
"Demon" I heard one of them say. "Devil" I heard another.
I turned my still aching head to the side and saw Louis slumped in the same position as I, but he was not yet awake. Thankfully I could see his chest gently rising with each strained breath. I looked down at myself, and saw the bullet holes in my chest and abdomen. They were healing slowly, but the small infusion of blood that I had just received hastened it. The cuts on my wrists were no longer visible, the only indication that I had been slashed was a streak of dried blood. As my eyes completely cleared I studied my prison, which is what it appeared to be. Not a hospital or research lab as I had first thought it might have been, but a police cell, complete with bars and mandatory toilet. There was no furniture of any kind, it was completely bare. A two way mirror graced one of the walls, and if I concentrated I could see through to the men who stood on the other side. They were writing furiously in notebooks and talking on their cell phones, gesticulating and looking extremely worried.
"Louis" I called, "Are you awake yet.?" he moaned and squinted slightly as he opened his eyes. "Oui, where are we, what's happened?"
There was a clatter and some loud banging, then the air was pierced with a series of curses, and I watched in awe as another of our kind was unceremoniously dumped into the cell with us and chained to the wall. *What the fuck is going on here?*
Armand appeared even worse than Louis did. He looked like he had taken on the entire United States Marines by himself. I bet there were a few dead and bleeding bodies in his wake.
I listened to their conversation behind the mirror. This it appeared had been a well planned exercise that had been going on for months. We had indeed been stalked, by what appears to be a large contingent of the city's police force. All our recent kills had been catalogued and it seems as though we are about to be brought to trial for multiple murders. Most of them were not entirely convinced however of what or who we were. Certainly strong, certainly dangerous, but immortal. No! From the amount of force they used to capture us, they were obviously very wary of our powers, but not one of them knew just exactly who they were dealing with.
One of the police officers was extremely concerned about the young boy that had just been brought in. She desperately wanted to get him to hospital and to call in child welfare. "He must only be about 16 years old" she berated one of the police officers. "He is most certainly underage. If anyone finds out how they have all been treated, with no medical attention. Surely we will be sued."
Sued, now what a good idea. Perhaps after I have played with them for a while, and addled their little brains, I could sue them for police brutality.
"Lestat, can you break those chains?" Louis asked.
"Not just yet, but my strength is slowly returning. If I could just get one of them close enough again for a little sip, then I could break out of them in no time."
The only thing that was concerning me now was the dawn. I wasn't sure what they would try and do to us when we fell into our sleep. Our natural vampire instincts of course will be to lash out and kill anyone who tries to disturb us, but if enough attack us then we would have no hope.
Armand was stirring now, and he began to peruse his surroundings. *Well how the hell did this happen*
*With a lot of planning* I replied.
The dawn was slowly casting its tendrils upon us and I watched Louis first then Armand drifting off. Within minutes I too would be rendered helpless, almost. My death sleep was interspersed with confusing nightmares, and I could have sworn that I awoke several times, which is rare. But when I did finally open my eyes I was confronted with carnage. Three bodies lay at my feet, their necks ripped open and their blood pooled beneath them. So I did awake, just long enough it seems to wreak havoc on those foolish enough to try and approach me. I saw that both Armand and Louis had bodies lying beside them as well.
Now at least they might have some inkling as to what they are dealing with.
"Are you going to take these stinking bodies away" I screamed, so loud that I think the walls shook. Three police officers came to the door of the cell but they were reluctant to enter. Smart fellows.
Then the man whom I had had a little drink from the night before stepped up behind them with his weapon. I watched as he lifted it in the air and took aim, shooting us all in the chest three or four times. The bastard. So that's his little game is it. He winded us just enough for them to slip in and drag the bodies out. Shortly afterwards a woman came up to the door with two officers. She seemed to be in charge, wearing her power like a badge of honour. "Why are these men naked? " she said. "Get them medical attention now, and see to that young boy. What the hell is going on here."
Armand looked mildly amused. He hated being called a young boy, but what can you do with that face, and that hair. She stepped into the cell, foolish woman, much to the concern of the two officers with her who tried to hold her back. "No ma'am, you cannot go in there it is too dangerous, they will kill you."
"Nonsense" she replied.
Armand was the one in her sights and she knelt down next to him. I could read his devious little mind and I knew that he was enjoying this immensely. "You poor thing" she crooned. "Look at you, all that blood, and no clothes on"
He smiled at her, a sweet cherubic smile, that covered his ancient and evil soul. "What have they done to you sweet boy. My what beautiful hair you have." and she began to run her fingers through his hair. Any minute now, Armand will have her opening her legs for him. I could see Louis grinning like a Cheshire cat, he was enjoying himself as well.
*Come to me, I am sad and lonely and need someone to care for me* he was enticing her into believing that he was sweet and innocent. She moved around in front of him and actually began to unbutton her blouse. *Oh this is such fun* he shot into my mind. *Be careful Armand, she may be armed* I replied.
Armand shut his eyes and laid his head back against the wall. In that pose he looked even younger, boyish. She began to kiss him softly at first then I could see him flicking his tongue into her mouth. I was smirking now, enjoying the show. Then he pounced, piercing her long white neck with his fangs and proceeded to drain her. Oh Armand, why couldn't you have taken it a little further. However this was a good move on his part as it gave him the strength required to break his chains.
With a snap they were in pieces on the floor and he came over and released both me and Louis. He dragged the poor woman's body to the door of the cell and held her up to the policemen, who by now were completely incoherent. They raised their guns and began firing. Shit, here we go again.
Armand had other ideas though, he did not feel like being pumped full of holes again, and with his new found strength he blasted with his full power into their minds. I watched in fascination as they turned and shot each other. *Way to go Armand*
So now they knew what they were dealing with. For two nights we never saw nor heard from them. The bars of the cell were our last stumbling block, they were reinforced, and impossible for even us to bend. As they did not come near we couldn't entice them into unlocking the door for us. So we waited, and they waited. Both Armand and I had called for assistance, to Marius, David even Santino, but as we did not know where we were it was very difficult. I managed to find Marius and he was scanning the city. Hopefully help would come, and soon, I was beginning to get bored with looking at these dull grey walls.
Louis was starving, so I took him into the only dark corner in the cell behind the toilet to feed him. He was emaciated, but determined as always resisted my earlier attempts at this. However as time slowly rumbled along he became desperate, and he finally gave in. I held him in my arms, wondering if I should make love to him as he drank from me, languidly caressing my face as he did.
I ran my fingers tenderly down his spine and massaged his firm buttocks as he moaned away in my arms. Oh Louis, this was too tempting with him naked and writhing there was no way I could resist him, so I considered going just a little further. As he finished his drinking I bent down and kissed his still blood filled mouth. Delicious, the two of us blended together. His eyes were slightly hazy and still in his swoon he allowed me to caress him between his legs. Ooooooh! he sighed and grabbed hold of me tightly rubbing his lower body up against mine. I laid him down on the cold floor and moved on top of him letting out my own moans of pleasure.
*For Gods sake Lestat, can't you fuck him quietly* chided Armand.
*Fiend* I shot back
*Oversexed brat*
*Shut-up*
*You*
This could go on forever, so I shielded my thoughts and continued my exploration of Louis's body ignoring Armand's hmmmphing and sighs. By now I had turned Louis over and my mouth was following my hands down to his buttocks and into the crevice there. His groans and moans were becoming extremely loud and at one stage I considered putting my hand over his luscious lips, but I did enjoy that sound, it was like music to my ears. I guessed that we were probably entertaining a large crew of guards, but just at that precise moment I did not care. Neither did Louis. I shoved his knees up and settled into a comfortable position over him, then slowly pushed myself into his warm and inviting body. Mon Dieu, if I thought his moans were loud before they had now reached a crescendo.
*For Christ sake Lestat, shut him up. Because if you don't I'm coming over there to join you*
*What's stopping you*
He didn't reply and I didn't care, for I was just about to reach my own heights of ecstasy as Louis shuddered and shivered in my arms. I turned him back over and took his mouth again, holding him there until he fought for breath. "Thank you" was all he said, then he turned over and went to sleep. "Thank you too Louis" I whispered and crawled out from our hidey hole and went over to Armand who was sulking like a child.
"We have visitors again Lestat" he said and nodded in the direction of the door.
Two brave souls were standing at the bars, whispering to each other, nodding and pointing. I felt like one of the monkeys in the zoo, so I sauntered over, fully aware of the looks I was receiving in the direction of, well, dare I say it, my manhood. I glanced down and wondered what was so fascinating. Merely a very large and very hard penis. It was like that all the time, so it was no big deal, but it seemed to be to them.
One of them coughed as I approached the bars and they stepped back just a little. No guns this time. "Can I be of service?" I asked with a grin on my face. The woman, who was very prim and proper with her smart uniform and her mousy brown hair tied back severely asked me if we needed anything.
"Some clothes would be nice for a start. Then maybe a blanket for my friend over there" and I nodded in Louis's direction. He looked cold and vulnerable.
"Of course, how thoughtless" she replied and barked some orders into her radio. "Are you hungry? Can we bring you something to eat?"
"Oh yes that would be super" I replied sarcastically. "Actually your friend here" and I nodded to the young man standing beside her "would do nicely thankyou." I could see all the colour blanching from his face and tiny beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.
"What...what do you mean.......oh!!" she blushed when she realised the foolish mistake she had made. "How long can you survive then without sustenance?" she asked.
"Well Armand and I can survive probably indefinitely. But Louis over there, well that's another matter, he needs to feed constantly."
"Isn't he the oldest though?" she questioned. "Why does he need to feed more than you?"
Armand came up to her then, his boyish eyes glinting with mischief. "Actually sweetheart, I am the oldest by far in this little group."
"You can't be, you only look about 16"
"Just good genes I guess, oh and I do use a very good moisturiser."
I laughed again, and this time they finally realised that we were merely toying with them. It was us actually who had the upper hand and we would eventually leave here unscathed.
"What is the matter with that one over there?" said the young man pointing in Louis's direction. "He's fucked." I replied.
"What!! Is he ill?"
"No he's been fucked" giggled Armand, and we both had to grab each other to stop from falling over.
There was a soft rustle and the sound of another door opening. Oh great, clothes. They were flung through the bars to us and we held them up. Both Armand and I almost considered staying naked, for they were disgusting. Dull grey pants, dull grey shirt and heavy black boots. Uugh!!
Oh well it was better than nothing, and I woke Louis up from his sweet dreams and together we dressed. Feeling a little less vulnerable I walked back over to the bars and peered into their faces. I snatched several thoughts from their feeble minds. He name was Priscilla, and he was Pete, they were both new recruits who had volunteered for this dangerous mission. Such innocents. Such bastards the ones who sent them into to talk to us.
"Well Priscilla, Pete, is there anything else you would like to ask us?' I knew that as soon as we were rescued, Marius or Armand would wipe everything from their minds, so we could chat away without any future harm being caused.
"How did you know our names?" they stumbled over the words.
"Oh we know quite a bit about you really" I replied. "Like for example, Priscilla you just had a fight with your boyfriend. Don't like what he does in bed hmmmmmm." She blushed profusely and Pete giggled.
"Oh and Pete, your friend Jack, he really hurt your arse last night didn't he?" Pete coughed, grabbed the bars and began to shout obscenities at me. "How dare you, you evil, stupid, shit faced blood drinker."
"Oh such language!!"
They disappeared quickly, gibbering and stumbling over each other. Louis came over and kissed me on the cheek and grabbed my hand. "Thanks for the clothes." he said, and we sat down in the corner again, wondering when we could have some more fun.
I had been scanning their minds now for some time, and what they were planning was becoming a little worrying. They were going to wait until we were in our death sleeps then incinerate us where we laid. I did not want to tell Louis, but I could tell by the look on Armand's face that he had picked up the same thoughts as me.
We cried out again for help, hoping that it would not come too late.
It was early morning, and only a few hours away from dawn when we began to hear loud bangs and what sounded like heavy machinery. We sensed mortals up on the roof, and we picked their minds. They had changed their original plans of burning us, in case the fire spread to the rest of the building. They were going to demolish the roof over the cells instead and time it so that while we were sleeping, the sun would come in an destroy us.
The last hour has gone interminably slowly. We were serenaded constantly by jack hammers the screeching of a crane, and shouts from the mortals.
Armand was pacing now and Louis was huddled in a corner with his knees up and his head resting on his hands. A couple of bricks tumbled down from the roof and nearly hit me on the head. "Dam!"
"Is it true that you will burn to ashes as soon as the sun appears through the roof?" a voice asked, and I spun to see a smirking, balding, ugly man, looking at me. I refused to answer him, refused to give him the satisfaction of hearing my answer.
"It will not be pleasant will it? Will the weaker one die first, horribly, screaming and thrashing about?" he snarled and pointed over towards Louis, who looked up at him now, a resigned expression on his sorrowful face.
I was at the bars in a flash and had grabbed him by his shirt and pulled his face in so that our noses were almost touching. "Do you want to die quickly, or will I pull each of your arms out of their sockets slowly, then twist your head off?"
His expression changed to abject terror as he tried to squirm out of my grasp. Not likely. "Well what is it to be, quickly, for I am very thirsty; or a slow agonising death?"
He was screaming now, wailing at the top of his voice, calling for help from his mates, from God, from whoever he thought could hear him. Too late. I sunk my fangs in hard, viciously and drained him in seconds, his dead body slumped to the floor before anyone else even managed to get into the room. When they saw him lying there they came no further. "Too bad he will be your last victim" I heard someone say and another, "I hope you burn in hell."
I was angry now, if and when we got out of this predicament I would destroy them all, every last one of them. Louis had stood up and was looking up at the sky. I followed his gaze and could see the stars, slightly diffused by the lights of the city through a very small hole in the roof. Now was my chance, I rose quickly and with all my might I thrust at the ceiling. I fell back downwards covered in dust and mortar. It was too thick even for me. The ceiling was reinforced concrete, and only the constant hammering of a jack-hammer would get through.
I would probably survive, maybe Armand as well, horribly disfigured and in pain for weeks, but I did not think that Louis would. I went over to him and held him tight. "Louis, I love you. I'm sorry this had to happen. I should have just killed them all when I realised that I was being stalked. Its just that I thought it would be fun. I thought we would win, that we were too strong for them. I'm sorry my love."
He raised his face to mine and kissed me, a lingering passionate kiss, that I thought would be one of our last. Armand came over then too. He was shaking. "I do not know if I can stand to be burnt again Lestat. Last time was just so......"
"I know, mon ami. It is not something I am looking forward to either."
Louis was dropping off, I tried to keep him awake for a few more minutes, but it was impossible. As his head dropped onto my shoulder I kissed him again, this time on the forehead. "Goodbye my love" I whispered.
I sank down to the floor with him and held him tight, rocking back and forth, cradling him like a child. Armand came over and knelt next to us. With trembling fingers he caressed my cheek then kissed me. I put my other arm around him then and together we huddled, awaiting the dawn and our fate. Another piece of mortar fell from the ceiling and through the hole I could see the first shards of light. I was losing control, Armand had fallen asleep now and I was hanging on until the absolute last second. All of my willpower came to the fore, just to keep my eyes open.
They were watching us now, all of them through the bars, waiting to see the spectacle of us igniting. I glared at them, my eyes full of loathing and hatred.
Just as I was about to shut my eyes I thought I could smell smoke and wondered if they had changed their minds about lighting a fire. But I could hear them screaming, not me, not yet anyway. I could see flames, then felt a hand on my shoulder.
"Hang in there Lestat." it was David and he was as weak as I was. I slowly turned my head to look into his face, he was closing his eyes, nearly falling asleep as well. 'Just a couple more seconds." he whispered. Then I saw in amazement as the crane's scoop crashed through the ceiling and began to dig into the floor. Some-one was digging a hole for us to crawl into and together we scrambled into the earth, the rubble and bricks falling in on top of us just as the first rays of sunlight began to burn my skin.
Lestat:-
I awoke in a tangle of limbs and hair. As usual I stirred before Louis, but there was another blonde head close to mine, and blue eyes boring into mine. "Marius" .
"Oh the trouble you cause Lestat. We scoured this city and were about to give up when my curiosity was aroused by the strange sight of the police demolishing the roof of their brand new building. They were more terrified of you three let me assure you."
I could hear moaning and realised that Armand's leg had been crushed by a pile of rubble. He was in agony. David had stirred now as well, so the three of us managed to free Armand and laid him down gently on the floor of the now destroyed cell. Louis was still sound asleep, so I lifted him out and laid him next to Armand.
Marius was furious with me, he scowled and growled the whole time. "You are in big trouble this time Brat." he said. I looked at him confused and just shrugged. I assumed he was just pissed off at having to rescue me. I watched as he went over to Armand and gave him a hug.
Louis opened his beautiful eyes and moaned. He had been burnt a little more than the rest of us, his skin is still so delicate, and he looked like he had a very severe case of sunburn. There were blisters on his face, neck and hands. Nothing that wouldn't heal, but he would be sore for a few days. David helped him to stand and we made our way carefully out over the rubble. I thought all the mortals would have been destroyed when David came charging in and Marius took over the crane, but I could see two fearful creatures huddling in a corner.
Marius walked over to them and was about to burn them on the spot when I realised who it was. Priscilla and Pete, the two innocents. I grabbed his hand and stopped him. "Be on your way you two" I said, not before I befuddled their minds. Couldn't have this story getting to the press.
A hot bath, and some clean clothes, and I was beginning to feel like new again. Louis looked like a native with his red skin, and Armand was only limping slightly. We seem to have come out of this relatively unscathed. Then why was I so concerned. Why did I have this sense of foreboding. Marius had not spoken to me since the rescue and glared at me all the time. I was lying on my bed next to Louis, wanting desperately to cuddle him, but not wanting to hurt him, when he entered.
"Lestat, you are to come with me now."
"What is it Marius. Can't you see we feel like being alone for while" I grumbled back at him.
He rushed over to me, grabbed me hard on the upper arm and said "NOW!"
"Marius, for God's sake, you are hurting me, and I have been through an ordeal."
"Nothing like the one you are about to go through" he said and literally pulled me out of the room. I felt like a naughty school boy about to be caned.
Mon Dieu, the head of the Coven, Her Royal Highness Maharet was waiting for us in the living room, a very stern look on her face. I was in for it, apparently. "What is this Marius?" I questioned him.
"A trial, Lestat, and you are the accused."
I am sure my mouth dropped open in surprise "A trial!! Is this some sort of a joke?" I said, but Marius and Maharet looked deadly serious. I was about to ask why when the others filed in, David, Armand and Louis, their heads were all bowed and none of them looked me in the eye. Mon Dieu! what is going on here?
"Lestat, you have nearly caused the death of this entire Coven more than once. The first time we let you off because you were devastated over the death of the one you loved. But this time, we will not be so lenient." said Maharet
What was she talking about? It wasn't my bloody fault that the cops decided to pick on us.
"Lestat, if you were not so careless with the disposal of your victims, they would not have noticed you in the first place. It is your blase attitude that is your downfall. You seem to think that you can disobey all the rules. Well this is one rule that has to be obeyed, especially in this day of computers. Every kill of yours lately has been kept on record. You put your friends at risk as well".
"I promise I will be more careful in the future." I said, smiling slightly, still thinking that this was some sort of a joke.
"That is not good enough!" bellowed Marius. "You can't just go around doing as you please all the time. We make these rules and you Lestat are the only one who disobeys them. You are to be made an example of for any others who might think they can be as foolish as you. This time Lestat, we only managed to rescue you in time. If the police begin building up dossiers on all of us then they will eventually track us and down and destroy us where we sleep. Do you want that to happen?"
"Merde this is ridiculous" I said, throwing my hands in the air and I turned to walk away. Marius was on me in a second, grabbing my arms and pulling them hard behind me. 'Marius, let go of me. This is stupid, a farce, you cannot be serious."
"Oh but we are very serious.." said Maharet as she came up close to me. 'Now sit down Lestat. I am about to pass sentence on you, and you may prefer to be seated when I do."
Marius continued to hold my arms behind my back as a chair was pushed in front of me and I was forced to sit, with Maharet standing over me. "What the fuck do you think you can do to me? I am stronger than most of you."
"Not stronger than me, Lestat. And with Marius by my side I do not think you have much of a chance of getting out of this."
'Out of what, what the hell do you think you are doing."
"Shut-up now Lestat, or I will double your sentence."
"Sentence, what bloody sentence? Tell me, what the hell are you talking about?"
She drew the others in now so that they were facing me. Louis could still not look me in the eye.
"Lestat" she began "You are sentenced to 20 years imprisonment, to be served immediately. You are to be locked away in the deepest dungeon, with no light, and no visitors. No-one is to come near you for these 20 years."
"What!!! 20 years. Don't be ridiculous, you can't lock me away for 20 years. I will go mad if you do. Please, for God's sake you cannot be serious."
Louis looked up first at me then at Maharet. There was distress on his face. He was going to speak up for me, thank you Louis.
"Maharet, you cannot, he has spent most of this century underground. For God's sake, he cannot survive this."
"He will go into hibernation eventually Louis. He will survive."
"But I will not" He replied. "I will not survive without him. Please reconsider this, please."
"Maharet, I would like you to reconsider as well." said Armand, giving her his most imploring, child-like look. "I do as well." said David.
Oh I love them all, they are all sticking up for me.
She looked thoughtful for a minute or two, the suspense was literally killing me. I was just beginning to enjoy life again after Memnoch, and now they were going to lock me up again. Not fair!!!
"I will reconsider." she said, and I heard everyone sighing. "I haven't said that I will change my mind, I just need a night or two to think about this. Will you help Marius?"
"Yes of course, but Maharet, I think he deserves to be locked away."
"I know, so do I, but I will think on it."
They threw me in the dungeon, where if I was not lucky I was going to spend the next 20 years of my life. It was pitch black, and solid, I knew as soon as I felt the walls, that there was no way I could ever get out of here. I sunk down into a corner and rested my head on my knees. Merde!! How do I get myself into these situations. For the next two nights, maybe three, for I lost complete track of time in this all pervading darkness, I prayed. I don't know to whom I prayed. Perhaps it was to Maharet and Marius. I hoped that they would see their way clear in letting me keep my freedom. I knew they would not let me go without some punishment, but surely anything they could throw at me would have to be better than this black hole.
I was asleep, when I felt myself being dragged out into a lighted corridor. It hurt my eyes for a few seconds and I squinted, trying to see who was doing the dragging. It was Marius.
"It has been decided Lestat. Come on get on your feet."and he pulled my arms behind my back again and put on some very solid hand cuffs. He pushed me ahead of him, until we came up the stairs to where the others were waiting for me.
Marius shoved me down to my knees and put his hands onto my shoulders, effectively holding me in place. I tried to squirm free but he brought his knee up and shoved me in the back with it. "Hold still Lestat. Just be patient can't you?"
Maharet came over to me, she could tower over me in this position, probably why she had me down here, so I would appear subservient. The little pipsqueak.
"I heard that Lestat, I would be very careful if I were you or I will change my mind again."
"Your friends have spoken out in your favour against incarceration, but you must still be punished."
"Thank you." I said.
"You may not thank me when you find out what I have in mind for you." she replied.
"Anything has to be better than to be imprisoned for 20 years in that hole." I said.
"It has been decided that you are to be flogged."
*A flogging, that can't be too bad* I thought.
"Don't be so sure Lestat!!!"
Lestat:-
Into the dungeon I went again. This was torture , the waiting and wondering. How bad could it be. I had been whipped before, by my father and brothers. It couldn't be worse than that, could it?
Louis came to the door at one stage, whispering to me. "Lestat, are you alright?" so sweet. "Yes my love, I'm absolutely great, the view is wonderful, and the decor....."
"Seriously Lestat. Are you alright, I have been very worried about you?"
I went over to the door and tried to see him through the crack, but he had gone, someone had come to shoo him out of the way. Dam them!
How long are they going to leave me here to stew?.
Eventually I heard the door bang and Marius and Louis were there, they were so silent. God I'm sick of this, I just want to have some fun again. "This is certainly not going to be fun Lestat." said Marius, picking my mind with ease as usual.
The marched me up the stairs to where Maharhet, David and Armand were waiting. They were so very serious and Armand had clammed his mind up tightly. However, I could have sworn I caught a flash of a smile there, but maybe not.
"Strip him." said Maharet, and Marius proceeded to disrobe me, so that I was led the rest of the way completely naked. I was almost embarrassed, standing there in front of everyone My arms were pulled up and I was chained to the rafters overhead, my feet were also clamped to the floor. I couldn't move. Then Louis, David and Armand came to stand next to Maharet, all of them with heads bowed. Maharet went over to Louis first and handed him a knife. He looked at her horrified, and shook his head, but she pushed him over to me. His hands were shaking as he held it up menacingly. He came close, his eyes still lowered, and brought it up to my chest. "Louis, what are you going to do with that?" I asked, my voice shaking almost as much as his hands.
"I'm sorry" he mumbled, as he proceeded to cut my chest just below my left nipple. He had his eyes closed tightly as he did this, and a look of concentration on his face. "Louis, please, open your eyes, I don't want you to cut my nipple off, please." I begged him.
His eyes sprang open as I said this, but the knife had already penetrated, and blood was oozing down my chest. He then brought the knife down to between my legs, and grabbed my organ. "My God, Louis, what are you doing now," but he simply held it gently in his hands and began to cut through the vein in my inner thigh. So he had been told to bleed me, weaken me.
Maharet came over to Louis then and handed him a very large whip, his hands were still shaking when he grabbed hold of it and walked around behind me. He whispered "I'm sorry ma chere" as he drifted past my ear. I waited, readied myself for his first lash, but it didn't come. "Louis, begin now" said Maharet, "Or I will come around there and do it myself, and you know that it would be much worse for him if I do it."
He began. The lashes hardly hurt at first, just a mild stinging, but after twenty or so my skin was beginning to burn. He stopped, and I sighed, believing that it was over, but I watched in consternation when David walked behind me. So they were all going to have a go. David thrashed harder than Louis, he was working his way slowly down from my shoulders to my buttocks, making sure that every lash counted, that every lash hurt as much as it could. I could feel the blood sweat trickling down my face running into my eyes and blurring my vision. Perhaps he was finally getting his revenge for all I had done to him. He stopped and walked around to face me, his face was serious, even a little sad then he handed the whip over to Armand. Armand had that infernal smile on his face. *I'm going to enjoy this Lestat*
*Bastard, fiend, just you wait until I get my hands on you*
*Promises, promises* he laughed into my mind.
Armand was an expert, and he hit hard, so hard that my whole body was trembling, then in turn tensing as I waited for each lash to connect. I could feel blood trickling down my back, running over my cheeks and dripping down my legs. He then came around to face me, but did not hand the whip over to anyone else, he decided that my front side needed some attention as well. He grinned as he raised his hand and began to lash my chest, his eyes never left mine for a second. It was unbearably painful when he began to hit my stomach, then brought the lash across my private parts a couple of times. I cried out then, unable to hold it in any longer. My head was bowed now, as I waited for the next one to step forward and take his place.
Nothing seemed to be happening and I looked up to see Marius standing before me, but not with the whip, he had a leather switch in his hand and an evil smirk on his face. He moved over to me and raised the switch bringing it down hard against my chest two or three times, then stepped behind me and began the assault on my back. I think the switch hurt even more than the whip, or maybe it was because of who was wielding it. I was groaning now, low guttural moans. I wanted to beg him to stop, but he continued, over and over. *Beg for me to stop out loud Lestat.* But I refused, and he kept on and on. Would this pain never cease?
Finally it was over, and I dropped my head again, not wanting to face him, feeling ashamed for where my folly had finally led me.
"Have you learnt your lesson Lestat?" said Maharet, as she came over to me and lifted up my chin so that I was staring straight into her human eyes. "Well, answer me!"
"Oui!" was all that stumbled out of my lips that were sore and bleeding from where I had bitten down into them.
"Good!. He's all yours boys, you can do with him as you wish" then I watched as she and Marius left. Marius's look of utter disdain as he glared at me was enough to cause me to shudder.
"Cut me down please" I begged them, as they stood in a little huddle discussing something, snickering then glancing over at me as they did.
"Not just yet Lestat, we haven't quite finished with you ." said David.
I watched in horror as Louis picked up the knife that he had been weilding before and stepped up in front of me. He cut into me again, then ran his fingers through the blood and licked them slowly, his eyes closing. He placed his delicate mouth over the wound and began to drink from me. The sensation of his lips against my chest was almost more than I could bare. I was squirming, wishing that I could touch him, wishing that I could sink my fangs into him.
Then I felt a tugging between my legs, and realised that someone was having a little sup from me there. I glanced down past Louis's black hair and saw auburn curls. *You fiend, leave me alone.*
*No Lestat, this is so good * he replied.
David came over then and gently moved Louis out of the way, taking over the sucking on my breast. I was weakening again as they continued their assault on my body, the drawing of my blood becoming stronger and stronger, and I could feel pain in my limbs as all the blood was being drained from them. Oooooh Louis's tongue was running up and down my back, licking my bloody welts, and depositing small droplets of blood onto them. Hmmmmm, where did he learn to do that?. Perhaps he had been reading David's latest book about Armand. But I didn't mind, it felt wonderful, soothing, so sensual as he began to heal my wounds.
I could feel Louis's cool breath on the back of my neck then his tongue as he began to suck on my earlobe. His fingers were probing deep inside of me, and he was whispering my name, over and over. Then I felt him thrusting into me, holding my shoulders tightly so he could push himself in as far as possible. I was in an agony of desire, my senses had gone into overload and I was beginning to scream; they would not cease. Armand, or maybe it was David began to rub my organ slowly up and down as Louis continued his thrusting. The fiends. Never in my life had I felt such pleasure. My whole body was convulsing as I was consumed by their hands, their mouths, Louis thrusting body. The whole time they continued their drinking, drawing out every ounce of my life blood. I threw my head back and cried out again and again, my body was on fire and any second now I was going to explode. Then nothing, everything went black and as I came to slowly and groggily I realised that I had passed out. All I could hear was my ragged breathing, They were staring at me, my three rapists, none of them moved, none of them said a word. "You little shits." I was so overwhelmed by my experience that my voice was still shaking.
Louis came over to me and kissed me on the lips, his deceitful tongue slipping in over my teeth. "Are your welts still stinging ma chere?" he whispered in my mouth. "Or has the pain been forgotten?"
"Mon Dieu Louis, let me down now please."
"Oh I don't think so Lestat. It is so good to be the one in control, even just for a little while. I think I will leave you there and have a bit more fun."
"Louis!!" I screamed at him through gritted teeth, "Let me down NOW!!"
He jumped back startled and stood there with his hands on his hips. "No Lestat, I will not let you down." and I watched him disappear out the door.
"David? Armand? Please, don't leave me here, please!" I begged them, but they turned and disappeared as well.
The bastards!! I strained at the chains but I was still so weak from my huge loss of blood that they were impossible to break. I bellowed at the top of my lungs, but they did not return. I screamed out that they were all in for it. I promised them that I would hunt them down one by one and mutilate them, hold them down and rape them, drink them dry. A soft voice was saying my name, and I turned my head around as far as I could to see Daniel standing by the door. "Lestat if you would stop shouting for a few minutes and promise not to murder me, I will take the chains off" and he waved the keys in the air.
He was frightened of me, and in the state I was in I didn't blame him. "I promise Daniel. (So they were too afraid to do it themselves I see.) Well come on I won't bite." But he wasn't so sure.
He sidled slowly over to me and raised his arms to release me. I snapped at him, my teeth clashed together loudly and he jumped backwards toppling over onto the floor. He laid there just staring up at me, his body shaking, but he was tensed ready to flea if I even thought about coming towards him.
"Daniel, its OK, I promised didn't I, and I always keep my promises."
Finnis,
Lestat's Revenge - Louis - Sequel to Entrapment.
Addie, August, 1999
Disclaimers: All the characters are just borrowed.
Spoilers: None
Lestat:-
The night was pitch black, no moon was peeping through the dark clouds that had been hovering in the sky for weeks now. It matched my mood. No-one dared to wander in this ungodly part of the city, the streets were deserted, not even any bums, or drunks, just me. I kicked at the pavement as I walked, wanting to feel the ground, not wanting to float like I can do if I feel like it. I didn't feel like it. A lone car drove by, its windows tinted, its occupants hidden completely from view. They didn't stop, no-body would stop here. Why would they want to. A dog howled, then others joined in. I missed mine, Mojo had passed away, and I still fretted every now and then. He would have walked with me, he would have kept me company, he would not have minded my dark mood.
The others had been on my mind for some time now. I had not searched them out, yet! Had not called them, or left any threats, I wanted them to wonder, and wait and worry. Poor Daniel, I had not meant to hurt him, I did promise him that I wouldn't bite him when he released me from my chains, but I just couldn't help myself. I was starving you see, and he was just there. I held him close as I drank, feeling him shudder then sink into my arms. He gave in quickly knowing that I was too strong for him, even in my weakened state.
I left him with a kiss on his cheek, he was asleep, so peaceful, so handsome, I wish that I had drunk from him in other circumstances. Perhaps I still may. I know he would have run to the others, Armand especially, in fear and trembling. I couldn't worry about him, it was Louis that I was thinking of. I know he hadn't wanted to hurt me, and that he healed my wounds afterwards, he was sweet and innocent, and I was angry with him.
One part of me wanted to keep my promise to them of revenge, the other part wanted to just forget that it even happened. I should not leave him in suspense for too long, that was cruel, perhaps I might just seek him out tonight, it might cheer me up, and boy I needed cheering up.
I found him easily enough, sauntering down the boulevard, his sleek black hair cut short, his sparkling eyes covered in dark glasses, his clothes dusty and black as usual. I decided that I would play with him for a while, tease him , make him just a little afraid. I stood at the entrance to an alley, hands in my pockets whistling a song, making just enough noise so that he would look up and see me. He stopped suddenly and even behind the glasses I could see his eyes widen, his breathing speed up, and he shuffled nervously, waiting to see if I would approach him. A small smile flickered at the corner of my mouth. I turned and vanished, wishing that I could see the look on his face when I did. A few minutes later I was walking behind him, this time not allowing my feet to make any sound.
He sensed me, and stopped again. I stopped as well and leant against the wall beside me, my arms folded, trying to appear casual, unassuming. He turned slowly and stood staring at me, neither of us made a move. I vanished from his view again, leaping up to a fire escape, he did not see where I went. I watched his reaction in fascination, he stayed still, his eyes barely blinking, his breathing becoming shallow and fast. He was nervous, I could see the muscles in his face twitching, I knew that he wondered when I would appear again, and if this time I would attack him.
Oh you are so mean, Lestat. You really are a brat. He slowly turned and went on his way, only now his step was a little more brisk, more purposeful, and he kept looking around all the time. I followed him again, this time I did not let him see me as I watched him enter a nightclub. I slipped in quietly, unnoticed by most, I can if I want to, its just that I usually want people to notice me. I slithered into a dark corner and kept watching him. He raised his hand in recognition of someone and slid into a booth. I strained my ears over the cacophony of the music and realised that it was Daniel he was meeting.
I moved quickly across the floor so that I could see what they were up to. Dam him, they were in a clinch, kissing each other on the cheek; now they were holding hands. I felt like going over there and grabbing him, pulling them both out into a dark street and confronting them. But no, I remained calm, I would just let him see me, a momentary glance, and then I would be gone. I saw him look up and raise his hand to his brow, his hand was shaking. I was gone again.
I continued this little charade for two nights, never speaking to him, and always disappearing quickly, but it was becoming a little boring, I needed to do something more daring. When I saw him walking down the Rue Royale towards his nightly repast, I went into the flat, and made myself comfortable. It was after all still my flat, its just that I hadn't returned there since my little episode with the whip. I had been sulking, slinking in darkened rooms and feeling sorry for myself. There was no physical pain, that had disappeared almost straight away, but I felt other pain, that was deep and despairing. Armand I could deal with, and I would in my own time, but to have my fledglings do what they did to me, now that was very hard to bare. Marius was a different matter again, he had always felt like a father to me, but I was saddened to think he was so angry at me that he could punish me like he did. I would not seek him out, it would be too dangerous.
I put on a CD, turned it up full, and was lost deep in my thoughts when I realised that Louis had returned. I knew he was standing in the doorway, I could hear his rapid breathing, but I did not look up. He moved over so that he was standing in front of me, then knelt down. His eyes were shut and his head was bowed, and he was trembling. Oh what a perfect victim he was, acquiescent and sorrowful. "Please Lestat, whatever it is you are going to do to me, do it now, and get it over and done with. I cannot stand you stalking me for another second."
"Louis, Louis, Louis. What makes you think that I am going to do anything to you?"
"Well you are, are you not?"
I thought about it for a second then pounced, knocking him to the ground and landing on top of him. He gasped as all the breath had been knocked out of him. I held both his arms so that he could not move, and he did not even attempt to struggle. It was no fun if he didn't struggle. His jewelled eyes simply looked into mine, without a glint of panic or despair. I kissed him. A soft sensual kiss, that took him completely by surprise. He melted into it and allowed my tongue to enter through his soft lips. He moaned just a little as I deepened the kiss and I released my hold on his arms. Just when he thought it was safe to relax I grabbed him by the shirt front and dragged him to his feet.
"What do you think I should do to you ma chere?" I asked him, his face only an inch from mine.
"What-ever you think I deserve." he replied.
"Why don't you try and fight me?"
"What good would that do, you would only win, and I would just get hurt more."
I spun him around and shoved him against the wall. "Perhaps I should just rip your trousers off and rape you like you did to me. What do you think?"
He was shaking violently now, but still did not struggle. "If that is what you want Lestat, then go right ahead." and he rested his head against the wall waiting for me to strip him. I put my hand up and caressed his cheek, then pushed a few stray hairs out of his eyes. I could see the tears welling in his eyes, and I knew that he would be trying very hard not to let me see them.
"Perhaps I should just take off my belt and whip you like you did me."
"Go ahead then just do it Lestat."
But I could not do it. I loved him too much. I spun him around again so that he was facing me and kissed him, bringing my arms around his slender waist and holding him tight. "Lestat, why are you torturing me like this? I deserve your vengeance."
"No you don't my love. I know you didn't want to hurt me. I probably deserved to be whipped. It's just that.....well.......it was so terrible knowing that it was you who was doing it."
The tears began to flow then, streamed down his face, and he brought his hands up to my face and kissed both of my cheeks. "You have no idea Lestat how terrible it was having to do it to you. And I'm sorry for what we did afterwards as well. It was Armand's idea, and we thought it would cheer you up, take away your pain."
"It did. Well, it took away the pain, most of it, but for some reason it didn't cheer me up. I felt used, betrayed." Then I realised that I must have made him feel like that so many times, when I had lost my temper and lashed out at him, or forced him to have sex with me. Just because I was stronger than him did not give me the right to hurt him. "I'm sorry Louis." I whispered
"What??? Why are you sorry?" he asked bemused.
"Because of everything I have done to you, because of all the times I have hurt you."
He didn't answer me, well not in words anyway, because for a few minutes I was completely overwhelmed by his passionate kiss. When he pulled back he was smiling, his face so full of love for me that I thought I would die, (if I could) right then and there.
I did strip him then, but he allowed it, and returned the favour, slowly unbuttoning my shirt then pulling down my trousers. We sank to the ground together and embraced, enjoying the sensuous feel of each others icy cold, but silky skin. We drank from each other slowly for what seemed like hours then held each other, until it was time to retire with the coming dawn.
As we sunk into my big water bed, and we had kissed once more, I thought of my next conquest, and how that may turn out.
David!!
Lestat:-
I snuggled up to his cold but inviting body, loving how we melded together, even in our half sleep, and nestled my face in his hair. I was trying to wait until he had woken up completely, but oh my, I am so impatient I just couldn't wait. I began to caress his body slowly and purposely, allowing my fingers to dip into all his delicious nooks and crannies, sucking on his earlobe as I went. He began to stir and grabbed my wandering hand in his.
"mon Dieu Lestat, can't you at least wait until I have woken up?"
"No!!" I replied, and continued my body now rubbing up and down his, my hands working feverishly until I had him trembling and begging to me to take him. What a wonderful way to awaken, being a part of my beloved, supping from him, loving him. We held each other for a few minutes, waiting until we had ceased trembling, and our swoons had subsided, then we headed for the shower. This was just as much fun, and the things that you can do with a bar of soap; well the mind boggles. Anyway, as we dried each other off I asked him where his younger brother might be.
"I think he might be in hiding with Armand?" he replied.
"Hiding, why would he be hiding?" I said, smirking a little as I did. 'and with Armand of all people. Have you any idea where my love.?"
"Can't you find them by yourself?"
"The imp is shielding of course, can you help me Louis darling?"
"What will you do with them when you find them eh?"
"I haven't quite decided yet, but it should be fun, well for me anyway."
"Do you promise not to hurt them?" said Louis, biting his bottom lip slightly.
"So you do know where they are you little fiend." I replied, grabbing him tightly and beginning to tickle him in the ribs.
"Well.......*giggle*.....yes....*giggle*.....I think I know....*giggle*. For God's sake.....stop tickling me........please."
After a little more tickling, then some sexy rough-housing on the floor of the bathroom, I finally coaxed Louis into telling me that the imp and my up-tight fledgling were hiding out in Florida, in a large condo that David had evidently bought just recently.
"Do you want to come and watch the fun?" I asked him. He was thoughtful for a few minutes then agreed that perhaps he should come, but I knew it would be to curtail anything too bad that I might have in mind for them.
"Louis if you are going to be a spoil sport, I don't want you to come."
"Me, a spoil sport, really Lestat, I am hurt." he feigned a very sad look that soon erupted into laughter again. "I promise that I won't try and interfere unless their lives depend on it." And he crossed his heart; old habits die hard.
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...........Florida.
Louis knew just where this condo was, he had been there before, I was brooding, how come he had been invited and I hadn't. He told me to grow up. I wonder if I ever will?
I left Louis lurking in the park nearby and climbed up to the balcony. David was all alone, quietly reading or course; perfect!!
I entered without him even realising that I was there, and had been standing staring at him for a least three minutes before he looked up. I was leaning against the door frame, my arms folded in front of me and a very malicious smile on my face. "Miss me?" I asked him, and I could have sworn he blanched a whiter shade of pale. "Lestat. What are you doing here?" he said as he stood up and began to back away slightly.
"Just visiting, aren't you going to invite me in?"
"Yes, yes of course, how impolite of me." he replied, his voice just a tad shaky, and he bade me to sit down. "Merci" I replied, and continued smiling at him.
Oh this was such fun, he did not know what to think. I tried to act friendly and normal, but all the time I stared at him, smiling. I enjoyed his discomfort immensely. "How long have you had this place then?"
"Oh this old place." he replied, waving his hands around just a little too much, "about three months, I suppose."
"What!! And you haven't invited me to come and visit? My my how rude of you."
"I...I'm sorry Lestat, I haven't had many visitors yet."
"Oh just Louis and Armand and who else my love......who else?"
"That's all." he said, the colour rapidly returning to his face.
I moved too quickly for him to see me and was standing really close to him, my hand lightly touching his shoulder. He jumped.
"mon Dieu, David, you are jumpy tonight."
"It's just that I wasn't expecting to see you, that's all."
"Not expecting, or not wanting to see me?" I asked him, digging my fingers into his shoulder now, watching him grimace.
"What!! What do you mean?" he replied, and I could see just a few tiny beads of sweat appearing on his forehead. Oh he was losing it and fast. 'Oh you know just what I mean you traitor?" and I shoved him hard up against the wall. 'Lestat, what are you doing?"
"Oh nothing much." and I pulled a pair of handcuffs out of my coat pocket, "Just this." I sneered at him, grabbing his hands and cuffing them together behind his back.
"They won't hold me." he sneered back. "Oh but I'm going to drain you as well, weaken you, so that they will hold you, even just for a little while." and I sunk my fangs into his neck viciously and drank from him in long strong draughts. I could feel his body slacken, then go soft and limp as I continued to drink, savouring the blood that I had not tasted since I made him. When he was sufficiently weak, I pulled out some mountain climbing rope from my back-pack and tied him tightly to the door knob. He was down on his knees, and that is where I intended keeping him. Just to make sure he didn't regain his strength too quickly I slashed both of his wrists, watching his blood bubble forth and splash onto the carpet.
"Now my friend, what am I going to do with you?"
I glanced around the room and saw the books that he had been reading lying on the coffee table. Hmmmmmm I thought, and incinerated them, hearing them crackle and pop as they disappeared into a spume of ashes. "Lestat you bastard." he whispered weakly, "They were special to me, one of a kind. You bloody fiend."
"Oh good, so they were special. Well they aren't now are they?" and I laughed at him, watching as he gritted his teeth and bowed his head.
I walked over to a cupboard where I found some diaries, and picked them up to have a little read. They were some research notes on some artifacs that he had obviously been studying just recently. "Lestat, please, don't touch them, I have spent months doing that research, please..." But I did, touch them that is, piled them together on the floor and watched my little bonfire in glee.
He was so angry now that I thought any second he would rip free of the rope and snap the cuffs, so I slashed his wrists again, and had a bit more of a drink from his delicious blood. He tried to squirm away from me, but I was holding him tightly around the neck, squeezing a little harder each time he moved.
I heard a commotion behind me and saw my beloved Louis come bursting through the door, 'Lestat, Armand is....."
"Here." said Armand, as he followed Louis closely. "And what the hell do you think you are doing?"
Lestat:-
Louis looked frantic, but Armand looked diabolical. His eyes were bright and full of the demon spirit that was residing behind his boyish facade. We stood stock still and stared at each other, the only sound was Louis's very quick breathing and an occasional murmur from David, who was still tied to the door watching the blood oozing from his wrists.
It was going to be a stand off, whoever had the gumption to move first was most likely going to be the victor. His mind was clamped shut so I had no idea what he was thinking and vice versa. I sprang, startling him slightly and knocked him to the floor, but he fought like a wild cat kicking, scratching and trying to bite me. I got my fangs into him first and bit down hard into his neck, but he retaliated and took a bite out of my shoulder. We both yelped at the same time, letting each other's blood drip down onto our clothing. We rolled over and over on the floor, nearly knocking Louis over and breaking several small pieces of furniture that happened to be in our wake. I managed to lay a few very hard punches into his stomach, winding him, then whacked him very hard across the side of the face. I stunned him momentarily and was about to fossick in my back pack again when he began to come to. He would have caught me off guard, as I only glimpsed him coming at me out of the corner of my eye, but I heard a very loud thud and he had slumped back on the floor again. I looked in surprise at Louis who was standing over Armand with a piece of a table leg in his hand. "Merci Louis. But why?"
"He was going to hurt you again Lestat."
"I know, mon amour, and now I am going to hurt him."
He backed away and dropped his makeshift weapon. He seemed surprised at himself for doing it. Then I went back to rummaging. I pulled out some heavy metal bars, that were horseshoe in shape, which I proceeded to bang into the floor of David's condo with a hammer. I pinned Armand's arms underneath these bars, then I did the same to his legs. I had just completed my task when he began to stir again, and strained and huffed in anger when he discovered he was restrained. His eyes widened and he began to curse me in every language that he has ever spoken, English, French, Italian, Russian, and even a few choice ones in Turkish. When he had finally satiated his desire to swear, he began to strain on the metal bars again, almost pulling one of them out of the floor.
I pounced onto him, laying flat out on his stomach and sunk my fangs into his neck again, this time I was able to almost completely drain him. Oh his blood was rich and full blooded, like a fine red wine, of which I only had a vague memory. He was still cursing me but the sounds were becoming mere mumblings, then they died away until he was moaning softly under my weight. As I drank from him he began to fill my mind with evil thoughts, dark memories of cold dank nights spent in the catacombs that were his home for centuries. I could smell the rankness, and hear the screams of those tortured souls forever entombed in their coffins. Oh such horrid memories he had, I almost began to feel sorry for him; almost. But he was not going to win that way, I was aware of his game.
I stopped before he passed out from his loss of blood and knelt between his spread legs. His eyes were shut and he was delightfully beautiful. The dark lashes spread across his white cherub cheeks, they were fluttering just slightly. His thick lustrous auburn curls fell softly across his brow and his perfectly shaped mouth was puckered, as if he were about to kiss me.
I waited patiently until he opened his dark brown eyes, wanting, or wishing to see beauty in them, but only seeing hatred and anger. Well what could I expect? "Time for a strip tease." I snickered at him and began to rip the clothes off of him roughly, not worrying if I scratched him as I did. He was finally laid bare before me quivering just slightly. I glanced over at David who was staring at me, and I realised that he was slowly regaining his strength.
I was at his side immediately and took another few long draughts of his blood, then untied him and placed him on the floor beside Armand. He was soon bolted and stripped as well.
Louis this whole time was still standing just inside the doorway, and he looked as if he was about to run away at any second.
"No Louis, don't go. Stay and watch the fun."
"What are you going to do to them?" he asked, his voice shaking slightly.
I ripped my belt out of my trousers and began to thrash them like they had thrashed me, whipping them hard and fast so that their skin was soon covered in angry red welts. Armand never looked away, his eyes bored into mine, as I had done to him a week or so ago when he did the same to me. But David had closed his eyes tightly and was suffering just a little more. I don't think he had ever been beaten before. Well there is always a first time.
I soon tired of this however, as I had something a little more interesting in mind. David had had enough so I walloped Armand 6 or 7 more times, making sure my belt hit his genitals, and revelled in the sound of his groans. Oh he groaned so seductively.
I flung the belt away and stood over them, my hands on my hips and waited until I could see their bodies relaxing just a little. Now for the fun part. I went over to my now quite light back-pack and pulled out a very sharp knife, then a polaroid camera.
Armand's mind was racing now, and I wished that I could read David's as well. Not knowing what is going to happen is sometimes worse than the actual event. I gave them a very malicious smile and tossed the camera to Louis. "mon ami, will you take pictures when I ask you to please.?'
"Oui! But I still want to know what you are about to do to them."
"Patience mon amour, patience, just be ready with the camera when I tell you."
I went over to Armand first who was lying on David's right side and knelt down beside him. I waved the knife menacingly in front of his face, letting it slide lightly across his cheek, not drawing blood, but so close that he was afraid that I was going to. "You brat Lestat, just bloody get on with it." he said through gritted teeth.
"With pleasure mon ami." and I began. With the sharp knife I began carving a word into his chest. Cutting just deep enough to be painful. I had to wipe the blood away several times with his silk shirt, so I could see what I was doing. I think he was actually more mad with me for ruining his shirt. By the time I had finished he was groaning in pain again, and had shut his eyes. One or two ruby tears slid down his countenance, ruining his pure complexion.
"Louis, time for a picture." and I watched as Louis came over to Armand and took two or three photographs. He had a slight grin on his face when he had finished. I then knelt down next to David and proceeded to cut into his chest. His body was shaking and I had to ask Louis to come over and hold him still for me. I wanted the word to be legible. He could not stay still as I cut into him so I hit him hard, just once across the side of the head to knock him out. He stayed unconscious just long enough for me to complete my task.
"A photo again if you will mon amour." and he proceeded to take some snap shots of his brother.
When I had finished my handiwork I was pleased, I knew that the scars would heal quickly, hence the photographs, and I left them both lying there on the floor. I bent over and kissed Armand on the mouth, drawing his tongue from his mouth, and a half smile as he realised that I had meant them no real harm. Poor David was still shaking when I bent to his mouth and brought my hand down to caress his cheek. 'You'll live young one" I said to him, laughing just a little as I did.
"Come Louis, let's be gone." and I grabbed his hand and waved goodbye to my two naked friends.
"Aren't you going to let them go?" said Louis.
"I have just the person to do that for us." I replied, and he laughed then when he saw Daniel loitering just outside the house. Daniel took one look at me and began to become agitated. "It's OK Danny, I promise I won't bite." and I almost lost it completely when I saw him panic.
"Lestat you are a beast." he said to me, still with a smile on his face.
I had one more task to complete before my little act of revenge was over. A trip to the film processors, so I could have the photographs blown up. They turned out perfectly and I congratulated Louis on a job well done. I think he had just discovered a new hobby.
I decided to have the poster size pictures hand delivered, and paid the young messenger handsomely for his help.
I followed however, because I just had to see their faces when they saw my handiwork. I climbed up to the balcony window, where I had entered a few hours before, will they never learn, their security was appalling and waited until David came upstairs with the rolled up posters. I had even had them laminated so they could not be torn up too quickly.
David unrolled the first poster and held it up so that Armand could see as well. I could have sworn I saw a snicker as Armand looked at them, then I saw him glance over to the window and say "Touche"
What did I carve into their chests you might very well ask.
LESTAT'S REVENGE
FINNIS