Okay, i have observed for a while, and well so i decided to take a chance and post a fic. I have never ever done this before, so don't be angry or frustrated or anything, but take pity on me!

Rating:pg-13 i guess
Spoliers: there realy are none.
Comments: I am warning you. I worte this while i was sitting in English listening to my teacher lecture about sentence structure * go figure*. Anywho. It's sad.
*Feedback is oh so very much appreciated!!!!*

Disclamier: Everyone here belongs to their creater, Anne Rice, even though i do wish i owned them.



Slowly he strummed the guitare, not quite knowing how to play it ,
just strumming,
listening to the un-organized sounds it produced. *Lestat could
play it perfetly...*
thought Loius as the pain came back from months before. * It
came alive when he
touched it. He touched it with those strong hard beautifully pale
hands..... it’s dead
now* He abruptly stopped playing after that thought, and placed it
on the black satan
sheets of his bed. * Our bed* Loius looked around the room tears
forming in the corner
of his eyes again. * This is our room. This is our house.... This is...*
He thought of all
the memories they had in this house. * I just want it to be like it
was....... nice* He
sighed because he knew what was comming..... the unbeleaveable
gulit he felt for what
had happened....

“ There’s nothing left for me” He said thinking of what had started
all of this. After
Lestat came out of his shock of his journey to heaven and hell......he
went back to
naormal.... and things were great. Loius had Lestat, and Lestat had
Loius. It was just like
it was before it had all happned. For years they had the perfect
life. Traveling to far off
places, or intimate nights just between the two of them. It was
like... heaven almost.
Then it came. What inevitably comes to all good things. An end.
Lestat would come
storming into the house for no reason and hit Loius..... but *that
was Lestat he was prone
to tantrums*. This went on for years. Anything would set him off.
A word, a picture,
even a color, but Loius always though it was smething he said or
did. One day Louis had
been out with Daniel, and he caught a glimps of the very obvious
bruise on his wrist and
upper arm. “Lou, whats this from?” he asked as he held up his
wrist and looked at his
arm. “Oh, it’s a- we- we were a little rough thats all,” said Louis
not wanting the real
truth to be known. He felt ashamed. Daniel bought it, and he said
no more about it.
Then came the fights. The were horrible fights that always
ended terribly. It was
either Lestat leaving and comming back the next night, or Lestat
hitting Louis and then
leaving. Usually the later. Then it happened........ Lestat got too
carried a way.

A single tear slid from his hard bruised cheek and dropped on the
picture he was now
holding. It was his only picture of Lestat and Louis together. It was
of them when they
had gopne to a carnival once. He had Louis all the bears he could
find,. they were over
flowing in his arms. * I miss that* Louis continued reliving the
nightmare that had
unfolded.

He and Lestat had had another fight and Lestat went toi hit him, but
Louis hit him first.
AQt first both of them were shocked by his reaction. Then Lestat
was ferocious. Louis
was so scared he had backed into the corner trying to get away
from the friery red eyed
monster in the middle of the room, but he caught Louis before he
could go anywhere
Lestat swung at him, and hit him square in the head, repeatedly
hitting him. The last
thing he remembered was looking at Lestat and thinking * oh god
what have I done*.......



When he woke up, he had a splitting headache, and he hurt all over.
It did not take him
lomng to relize that he was not in his own room... not even in his
own house. He was at
Armands. He heard someone talking to Armand, who could only
assume to be Daniel...

“Well if thought something was going on, Daniel, you should have
said something, and
would have talked to him.”

“What would that have done, Armand? He would have done it
anyways, and besides we
don’t even know that it was Lestat, it could have been anyone else.”

“It was him I know it.”

They both came around the corner and say that he was awake.

“Louis, do not move. Daniel is going to try and find Lestat, but I
want o talk to you.”
Said Armand, as Daniel left the room.

“Armand, I- I -I didn’t know that he could do this. I mean I knew he
could just that- I
thoughthe loved me!” said louis tears staring to come..... the
infamous river of tears he
had so recently begun to know very well.

“ Sssshhhhh. It will be okay. But he did beat you badly.. you have
been uncounsious for
a day or two.... i’m not quite sure ow long you had been laying onthe
floor when we had
gooton there.”


They had helped him a lot. Helping heel.....but only on the
outside, * nothing can
heel the inside*

He sighed brining himself back to the present. HE wiped the now
flowing tears that had
stained his face away. and got up picture in hand. He had an idea.

Louis walkked outside and sat on the porchfacing east. Dawn
would be here soon.... he
could feel it. Soon he wouldn’t have to worry about anything any
more. *Ahhh.... here
it comes.... my death... I see the rays... look there they are...*

“LOUIS!!!!!!! LOUIS IT’S LESTAT!!!! WHERE ARE YOU?????”

* It’s too late now Lestat* Louis said in a silent voice that Lestat could not ever hear.

“I’M SORRY I DID NOT MEAN FOR THINGS TO HAPPEN LIKE THAT!
PLEASE
STOP HIDING FROM ME!”

*Oh but i’m nothiding you’re just not looking hard enough*

“I LOVE YOU LOUIS! I SHOULD NEVER HAD DONE IT, AND I HAVE
BEEN
BEATING MYSELF UP OVER IT. I LOVE YOU SOO MUCH MY HEART
ACHES
WITHOU YOU!!!!!!!!”

*He loves me? He- he came back just for me, because he loves
me!*

Louis opened his mouth to yell for Lestat, but it was too late. The
sun rays stabbed at his
vunerable pale flesh. It hurt so bad. The heat. He couldn’t stand
it. It was so hot. Did
Lestat know how hot it was?

The last though he had was * I love you
Lestat*
Part 2

He had told Lestat. He told him that Louis was dead.. Not dead in the mortal way, but
that he was no longer in exsistance. Armand had found him, and it was Armand that had
told him.

At first he didn’t believe it. * Not Louis. He would never do anything like
that. Not my Louis*

Eventually after the long empty nights had passed,a nd it finally set
in, it hit him, and it hit him hard. Lestat for one of his very few weak moments broke
down in front of everyone, and cried.

For days he had not come out of seclusion. Many
others from the coven came by trying to offer comfort after their own grieving, but he
ignored them, not want ing to talk to anyone and not wanting to be seen. Eventually he
unlocked his door, and came out, but even then he was like a ghost. Walking around, so
light on his feet, but yet, with a face as heavy as lead.

Many nights were spent in Louis’
room, looking through his things. Lestat found many of his diaries, and read them
several times through, and it got to a point to which he could recite pages form them.
Armand would constantly come by, even when the others gave up.

He would sit in the
shadows even though he knew Lestat sawhim, and watch as the grief stricken vampire,
went through his now nitly ritual of reading Louis’ diaries and then softly weeping. It
made his heart grow heavy everytime he saw this, but still he said nothing. Armand
knew a secret. A terrible secret that would ripp Lestat in two, but yet he said nothing, and
stared at him. He was told not to say anything. Armand swore that he would not and it
would stay that way, eventhough it hurt him not to.

He would leave Lestat and go to his own apartment, to which daniel and someone else
were staying.

“Where is your friend Daniel?” Armand would ask almost every evening, even though
he knew that the visitor was also his own friend.

“Out infatuated with the night. He stares at the stares all the time Armand. He only
comes in when i ask or tell him to, and i have to make him feed,” Daniel would reply in
the same old fashion every evening.

“Did he say anything again?”

“No more then he has said the day he came to us.”

Armand would then wander out on to the porch, wandering and hoping for some sort of
response. This visitor who came for help might be able to help everyone deal with this
recent death, and most very likely cure Lestats never ending grief, but to end theirs, he
would have to end his greiving also.

He ofcourse would not hear of it.

“Do not tell them i am here. It would only cuase more trouble, and it is better i stay
hidden. Away from them all. Do not tell anyone i am here.” He had begged Armand
when he came for his help. Armand said he certainly would keep this secret, even if it
ment his alination from the coven.

“How do you feel this evening, mi amor?”

“Much better then the one before,” he would always reply, always still staring at the
stars, never moving his eyes away.

*Oh my friend, wil i evr be able to tell them about you/ Will they ever beliee it?* He
tought to himself one evening.

“Maybe Armand. Maybe one evening. Just give me time, please.”

“Anything you wish Louis.” replied Armand.