Standard Disclaimers

Spoilers: takes place during ItwV, Dream Crime

Dedictated: To Ralza, you ask for a sequel, here it is

Characters: Lestat(narrator), Louis, Claudia

Notes: Sequel to Dream Crime; inspired by Hiyaku

A place closed in Secrecy

Why do I want all of him?
Why am I more foolish than others?
Why canīt I be satisfied with what he gives me?
Why canīt I be happy with the friendship he offers me?
Friendship...
There lies the problem.
I donīt want friendship, not his.
I want ...
More.

A small smile lighting up his face, let his eyes shine for a brief moment, before they vanish under the thick mist of his lashes. Stray tendrils of black hair falling loose around his face, brushing against marble skin and draping themself over small shoulders. A delicate hand waving a last goodbye to us, before he picks up his pace, melting into the flow of mortals.

Us.

Maybe the false word to use. Deffinatly the smile nor his gesture was meant for me. Never would be meant for me. For her they are. Every unce of affection, every tender word, every trace of love in this dark heart of his, his very soul belongs to her. Everything I would have to fight for to earn even the tiniest bit of it, she got without asking. He gave it all to her, nothing to me.

Nothing of him belongs to me.

The pull of her small hands on my sleeve drag me out of my thoughts, staring down into the darkblue orbs of her eyes, shining with impatient.

"Come on! I thought you wanted to hunt with me. If you wanted to go with Louis you should have told me!"

I smile down at her, a false smile, plastering itself on my face, but with so much profession I wouldnīt regocnize it myself as fake.

"Sorry, ma cherie."

I let her lead the way, away from the busy streets of the French Quater to the more deserted ones. Empty and dark, no lights illuminating the filth and brick walls around us, not even the pale light of the moon breaking the nights darkness. Blackness the only thing having substance here, let the small sidestreet seem endless, the walls completly devoured, no beginning, no end, no boarders drawn. Even the ground seems to vanish in the claws of night, like running in the nightsky, but all lights dead, moon and stars long lost. The only light this colorfull butterfly before me, this childlike monster with the face of an angel. The golden curls, spilling forth from under the white silk of her hat, tamed with blue velvet ribbons, seeming like rivers in sandy beaches, radiating like the sun. The fine blue silk billowing around her small frame, pearls gleaming white in the blackness like her flawless skin. Wide eyes piercing into the darkness, only sometimes catching mine, checking if I follow behind, a strange mixture of feelings in them. Does she want me to follow, or is this fear I read in her eyes?

I stop, a shiver running through me. This reminds me of something...something I wished for...

Sometimes dreams do come true...

"Lestat, what is it again? Come on! We donīt have all night! Louis will wait for us at the opera. You know he always gets upset if we are late!"

The opera will be her smallest worry.

In an eyeblink I am next to her, on my knees, my hand resting on her shoulder, holding her in place. My fingers tangel in her hair, playing with the locks of the color of the sun, pulling her head forward to me.

"What a..." I hush her, lying a finger against rosepetal lips, teeth glowing under the softness like tiny pearls.

"Be sure he wouldnīt mind. Give me this small moment of your eternity, my dear."

Give me your eternity.

"You know why I made you in the first place? What the reason was to make you our child?"

A cold smile plays on her lips, knowing reflected in her eyes, eyes to old for her dolls face.

"I am the tie that holds you together. The chain that keeps Louis in your reach. He wouldnīt even stay with you if it wasnīt for me."

I simply nod.

"Exactly, my dearest Claudia. Exactly."

My hand travels, from her hair to her neck, caresing the soft skin absently. So easy to break.

"But unfourtunatly it didnīt work how it should. Things backfired, my love. Do you know what I do with things that donīt work how they should?"

Dispose them.

The sound of the door closing halling loudly in the quiet rooms, steps, normally soft and barly audiable, now loud and rapid. I stay where I am, my feet dangling over the end of the couch, the boots softly knocking against the furniture, fingers playing with the lace of my shirt. Even as the door to the room is opend and the steps stop apruptly, the sound of heavy breath, I do not move from my place, just look up to watch him.

Kneeing next to her small body lying in the chair, her eyes closed, the hair mused, small hands folded over her chest. Looking like a angel fallen asleep. And he the martyr to her feet, the soft cloud of his hair framing his beautiful face, lines of worry and fear drawn in it, let it shine in a wonderous shine, creating a aura nearly boardering to the own that had drawn me into his spell so long time ago, that of sadness and despair. Creating the same wish in me like then, to devour everything of him, every feeling, every part of this slender creature, that i took with me so long time ago. The wish to see, to taste every emotion he has to offer.

A fine hand coming up, searching for the pulse under the skin, that glows even more whitely than normal. A sigh of relief escapes those soft, full lips, arms cradling her body, carrying her out to her room. I catch a glimpse of his eyes, fear removed, his relief painted over his face, let the emerald of his eyes seem velvet and soft. This isnīt what I wanted to see, I donīt want to see relief in those eyes because she is still alive.

I wait until he is back, closing the door nearly soundless. I know without looking that he leans against it, waiting, trying to compose himself. I wonīt let him.

"You know, I really tried to kill her. I had drained her to the point of death. Wanted to leave her there in the sidestreet, the sun would have finished her. But I found myself giving her my blood right after. I couldnīt bring myself to kill her, īcause you two are so strangly alike..."

"Stay away from her."

I turn round in my seat, facing him. So beautiful in the firelight he seems, streams of red, like crimson blood painted in his hair, the face touched by the flames, let it seem alive with the play of shadows and light, his slender frame pressed against the wood of the door, arms crossed over his small chest, eyes hidden in the shadows.

"Why should I? There is no reason to."

There is a small pause, the wood cracking in the fireplace, on of the pieces falling to ashes, embers dancing in the air.

"Would you stay away from her if you get what you want?"

His voice cold, even, no emotions given away.

"Yes. I would. But do you now what I want from you?"

I try to find his eyes in the darkness that hides them, try to read his thoughts in his face. But I am looking into a mask, speaking of nothing.

"No answer? Does that mean yes?"

Still no movment.

"Good."

I make myself comfortable on the couch again, all the time faceing him, resting my head against the pillows.

"Take of your clothes."

I can see his fingers clench to the material of his shirts, his face turning away from me.

"What is it? Canīt do it?"

Hesitation let his movments seem uncordinated, with clumsy fingers opening golden shimmering buttons, silk loosely billowing around slender shoulders, revealing flawless white skin. The garment slipping over his arm, falling to his feet. I just can stair at the magnefic view revealed to me. His skin in the light afire, flames dancing over it, accentuating the fine muscles, like drawn, an athlets body, small nipples, the fire light letting them seem bloodred, like his lips, the only thing visible from his face, not hiden by the fine curtain of hair, gleaming moist, partly open to let escape his ragged breath. Elegant fingers moving down, trying to unlosen the fastening of his trousers. I jump to my feet, closing the distance between us, one hand pulling away his, the other forcing his chin up, forcing him to look into my eyes. Burning green, a fire of its own, deeper than everything I have ever seen, two green suns in a flushed face, radiating with hate.

Yes, go on hating me. I will try everything to deepen this feeling.

I watch his eyes widen as I snatch open his trousers, the fabric falling down his slender waist, baring his long legs, leaving him naked in my arms.

Hate me. With every breath you take. You hate for me the only thing on your mind. Go on hating me until there are no other feelings left in you. Me the only thing in your mind.

Crushing him against me, the feeling of his skin under my fingertips, the taste of him as I claim his mouth driving me over the edge, shattering the last traces of sanity.

Hate me so much that one day you will kill me. You will kill me. I will have you. And we two will realice that these two sentences mean the same.