"This material is a work of non-profit amateur fiction. It is not meant in any way to infringe on the rights of Anne Rice, Kith 'n' Kin, Random House, or any other copyright holders. It should not be distributed, either electronically or otherwise, for anything but personal enjoyment."

All standard spoilers to the Vampire Chronicles apply.

WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! If you are in the least bit homophobic, or the thought of vampires of the same gender in a clinch and/or expressing mutual affection send you screaming to your priest/shrink/Mommy, then this spec is not for you. If you read it and hate it and/or are shocked at the content, don't come crying to me. YOU ARE WARNED!!!!!

This spec is rated "R", not suggested for readers under 17




The night air was unusually warm as I sat on the hillside. 'Unseasonable', the voice on the airwaves had called it. 'Record highs for New Year's Eve', said another. To me, it was another lovely night in Tuscany.

Life never really changes here. Oh, there are new buildings, new centers of commerce and communication, but out in these ageless hills, life is much the same as it was in years gone by.

I lay back and looked up into the sky. Crystal clear, it was; all the stars and planets like so many priceless gems sparkling against black velvet. I could become lost in such a sky. It would be so easy to become spellbound once more by the beauty of the night.

He would be here soon. Not that he had called to me, for I could never hear that dear voice call heart to heart as we of the dark blood call to each other. He did not use mortal means, either; not telephone or post, or wireless communication. I knew he would come to me tonight because I loved him and he loved me. After all, it was not just a turn of the great wheel, another New Years Eve or a turn of a century. It was a new millennium.

Too many miles and years had separated us. Old wounds, old hurts would reopen and fester. We hadn't spoken since…

A soft sound interrupted my revelry. The rustle of fine fabric caught my attention, it was not unlike the sweep of a ball gown of centuries past… or that of an opera cape vainly tossed back over one's shoulder.

I could not help but smile. I knew before I heard the beat of his immortal heart, before he stood next me, that it was my dear one.

I stretched languidly. There was no need to jump to my feet. He'd be standing in front of me in a few seconds. Just enough time to lie back and enjoy the sweet anticipation.

"New Years Eve, and where do I find you? Lying in an Italian hayfield. You look like a farmer's son."

He was laughing. Time had not taken away that crisp accent.

"You always said I was nothing but an overdressed farmer." I smiled, eyes still closed.

"Were you asleep?" He chuckled. "Don't tell me you've taken to sleeping in fields?"

"No," I opened my eyes and gazed up at him. Mon Dieu, but he was as beautiful as when I first beheld him. His hair was windblown and full of the radiance of moonlight. A black velvet cape flowed over his tall, slender frame, the vermilion satin lining exposed by the playful breeze. In his eyes I saw the night sky, a myriad of stars, eternity.

"Aren't you glad to see me? I've come a long way." He removed his cape, shook it to it's fullest and let it float to the ground. He sat down on it, beside me. "Do you have any idea how hard you are to find? No one knew where you were, no one. Like a damned needle in a haystack you are." He lay on his side, supporting himself on his arm and elbow.

"I wasn't hiding. I don't hide. Ever." I closed my eyes again and listened to the wind.

I heard him sigh an exasperated sigh and lie back in the grass.

"You really are the limit." He snapped. " I search high and low for you, and then when I finally find you, you haven't a single civil word to for me."

I had to laugh at him. He hadn't changed. How perfectly marvelous it was to have him beside me, ranting on and on.

"And now you're LAUGHING! I don't know why I even bothered…"

"Lestat…" I whispered his name. It was so wonderful to speak that name and know that he heard my voice.

I opened my eyes and turned to face him.

He was glaring at me.

"If you think for a moment one of your smiles is going to make me melt… or… or make it all better…"

"Lestat. I love you," I said softly.

"That isn't enough." He grumbled.

"It never was." I replied, moving closer, so that I shared the velvet cape with him.

He turned on his side, facing away from me.

"Don't come near me." Lestat snarled. "This was one colossal mistake."

I moved closer still, slipping my arm around him, nestling against the curve of his body.

"It feels so good to be beside you." I kissed his shoulder.

He didn't spring to his feet; nor did he say a word. After a few minutes had passed, I felt his hand close over mine.

"I've missed our bickering." He said wistfully. "I've missed you, Louis."

"I knew that. I knew the moment you I saw you." I pressed my face to his back.

"What made you so very certain of that?"

"You became your old defensive self… just in case I was indifferent to you."

"You know me far too well, Louis."

I sighed and cuddled close to him. I breathed in the fragrance of his clothing, of his hair. Every strand was permeated with the scent of the sea. I sat up and, leaning over him began to stroke the pale blond floss.

"Where have you been? In all my wanderings, our paths have never crossed." I continued to finger the yellow tresses. "There were times when I feared you were dead, or lost to me forever. I knew if you came to me tonight, you still must have some love for me, somewhere in your heart."

He rolled over to face me, his hand reaching to touch my face.

"There were times when I thought I heard your voice calling my name," I continued, "but it would be the wind or my imagination."

"What if this were just a figment of your imagination," he whispered, as he drew me down to him, "or just a dream."

"Then I would spend the rest of my eternity dreaming," I replied. I closed my eyes as he pressed his mouth to mine. My lips parted to receive his kiss.

I held him tightly as I shared his breath, his soul, in that kiss. It was as if he were kissing me once more for the first time. I felt my spirit quicken at the touch of his hands and I remembered that with his passion, once more I would become alive.

He pressed my shoulders back onto the velvet covered ground, then drew off my tunic and the shirt underneath. Lestat leaned forward, his hair cascading, spilling onto my chest before he touched his lips over my heart.

"I love you, Louis." He whispered. "How could I love another after loving you?"

I threaded my fingers thought his hair, and held him to me. All the time spent apart vanished, all the surly and bitter words that we had thrown at each other had never been spoken. It was just we two again, just Louis and Lestat, the way it should always have been, if our egos and pride had not split us asunder.

He sat back on his heels, straddling my legs. I watched as he tossed away his vest and shirt. I reached up and touched his breast.

"We've let to many years come between us," I whispered, as my fingers moved across his flesh.

He gazed down at me, took my hand and kissed it. "All I've ever wanted was to be with you just once more before this world spins into oblivion."

I felt this great consuming love of my lifetime rise and strangle me with emotion. I could barely speak after hearing those words.

"Time could stop at this very moment and I would be content, because you are here with me." I traced his lips with my finger.

He lowered himself next to me and caressed my face.

"After all the years that have passed us by, I still love you," I whispered.

I watched his eyes change from gray to smoky violet. I knew he was searching for the right words to say to me. He hated the silence when it would fall between us. I wove my fingers into the pale gold tress and closed the distance between us.

He sighed.

"After so very long, to have you in my arms…" A slight smile tugged at the corner of Lestat's mouth. "It's a rather overwhelming. I don't even know if you are with someone."

"I'm with you."

Lestat chuckled. He gathered me into his arms and buried his face between my neck and shoulder, into my hair.

"That's not what I meant," he said, his voice muffled against my skin.

I stroked the back of his head and kissed his throat.

"I am with you, Lestat. I always have been, if only in spirit."

"I know," he whispered.

I felt the coolness of his breath and it sent a rush through my body. My hands traveled over his shoulders and back. This divine being held me in his arms. There had been so many times I had wanted him this close. To be with him, on this hillside, was overwhelming. I could never consider a distance from him again. My mouth found his in a searing kiss.

The kiss was returned with ten-fold passion that left us startled and breathless.

"Such ardor, Louis..." He smiled, as he nipped my earlobe.

"You never complained before." I brushed the hair from his eyes and lifted my face to his.

"This is far from a complaint, my love." He brushed his lips across mine. "I was surprised you would initiate this..."

I laughed.

"Lestat! You've ripped half our clothes from our bodies, and you are saying that I initiated this?"

"Oh." A slow smile crept across his face. "I did start things, didn't I?"

I looked into his eyes and returned the smile. "Are you going to continue?"

He lifted my chin and placed a kiss at the base of my neck.

"If you still want me." He raised his face. "I didn't know if you would still want me."

I took his face between my hands and pressed my lips to his.

"Does that answer your questions?" I kissed him again.

Before he could reply I bit into my lower lip. He watched the blood well up as if bewitched. He bent down and touched the tip of his tongue to my lip. I felt the shudder travel through his body as he tasted the blood and took my mouth is a slow kiss.

It was my mouth and tongue that demanded more; a still deeper, still stronger kiss. Involuntarily, my body arched under him. His hand slid under the small of my back and drew me against him. My hands clenched at his back, my fingers digging into his flesh. We writhed against one another; our mouths still crushed together.

Lestat tore his mouth from mine and rose up, panting.

"You realize, of course," he took a great gulp of air, "that we're both going to end up stark naked in the middle of a field?"

I lifted myself up on my elbows, and shook back my hair.

"Don't tell me you've become cautious and conservative in your old age," I laughed.

"No." He bent and kissed me again. "I was only thinking of you and that charming modesty you possess."

"I didn't complain the first time we made love in a field..." I grasped a handful of his thick blond hair and pulled him down on top of me. "The only difference is that was California and this is Tuscany."

I didn't have to press the issue. Lestat's kisses once more rendered me oblivious to everything but him. The old passions still burned as bright and as hot as they did those long ago nights. I hadn't forgotten his feather light touch as he loosened my trousers and slipped his hand under the fabric. I hadn't forgotten the exquisite sensation of skin against skin as our bodies moved against the other's. The small sounds of pleasure that escaped from him aroused me as they always had. The years of separation vanished into the starry sky. As our passions soared, the great love that had bound us together was once more rekindled.

The nights of passion and heat flashed before my eyes as Lestat rediscovered my body. His hands traveled over my chest and abdomen, as he released me from the confines of clothing. I reciprocated, playfully pulling off his boots and tossing them in different directions. His trousers I drew past his slim hips and over his legs, and then were discarded. I stretched out on top of him, our bodies together. Flesh to flesh. I felt his lips curve into a smile as I pressed mine against them. I opened my eyes and looked on his lovely face. His expression was one of contentment and joy. How it mirrored my emotions perfectly.

"You're smiling." I whispered, as I placed kisses along his jaw.

"I had forgotten how wonderful all this was…"

"Is," I corrected him.

Lestat nodded.

"Oui. This is wonderful." He kissed me very slowly, pulling on my lower lip. "You are wonderful."

I ruffled his hair and kissed him again. He held on to me tightly and rolled over so our position had reversed.

"This is better," he mumbled against my mouth.

"Oui. I like this," I replied as best I could.

He lifted his head slightly and smiled into my eyes.
"Yes. I remember," he whispered.

Our kisses were filled with intensity only equaled to the fervor of our lovemaking. I let him turn my body and draw me back against his hardened cock. He rode me unrelentingly, and I met his thrusts with equal passion.

Those moments spent in the ecstasies of the flesh were consummated in the rapture of the blood. As much as I longed for his touch and the sweet abandon of our physical union, it was the taste of his sanguine essence that I craved. When he offered his wrist to me, I seized upon it with an animalistic ferocity. As my fangs pierced his skin, he plunge into me propelling us both to the ground. With a great cry, he tore into my jugular, all the while holding me with all his strength in the circle of his arms.

Our hearts beat as one, as on the night he gave me the dark blood and made me his own. We spiraled into the swoon, silently confessing our love and renewing those promises made so long ago.

We stayed in each other's arms, watching the stars and planets in the great celestial dome, and listened as bells from the distant village heralded the new millennium.

Lestat drew the cape around us, as we listened to the bells echo through the hills. He nestled his cheek against mine and sighed deeply.

"Who would have thought we would become Children of the Millennium," he said, introspectively.

"Ah, but the Elders had more years than we have." I stroked his hair. "We are barely past our 13th centuries mark."

"I wish we could spend the next thousand years in this blissful condition." Lestat kissed my cheek.

"They say, what you do on New Years Eve, you'll be doing all year long." I smiled. "Do you think that applies to the new Millennium?"

Lestat stretched, and then turned to me with a great, beautiful smile on his lips.
"I seem to remember we spent the last turn of the Millennium doing the exact same thing…"

I leaned forward and touched my lips to his.
"Then, I may be assured that in one thousand years, the night of December 31st, 3999 will be spent in your arms?"

He nodded and kissed me once more.
"You may consider that a date, Louis."

The End.