Inspiration

A Vampire Chronicles speculation by Twilight

  I haven't much to say about this spec except that I think
it's the only story I've ever written in one sitting, despite
the fact that my little brother was in the living room watching a
movie (The one about Bruce Lee...a lovely background
sound when you're trying to write, let me tell you.)
and going out of his way to bother me while I wrote this.


As always, comments are welcome at kitre@agora.rdrop.com


Oh, and if you're looking for a story like my first two, I think
you'll be a bit disappointed.  The only thing this has in common
with them is that it's quite short.  Sorry.


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The young author stared blankly at her computer screen.

"I don't believe it."

She repeated it.

"I *don't* *believe* it.  I haven't written anything in months, I
*finally* get an idea and then I get writer's block.  Shit!"

She got up and started pacing the room, periodically kicking things
and muttering obscenities under her breath.  She stopped herself in 
the middle of kicking a chair and laughed at herself.

"Now I *really* can't believe it.  I'm acting like I'm about
three years old!"

Then she laughed again.

"Well...a three year old with a *really* dirty mouth."

She thought a minute.

"Well, maybe if I read the books I could get inspired..."

She turned off the computer and went to her room.  It took a 
minute to find her copy of The Vampire Lestat, as it was on the
floor under a couple of t-shirts and the comics from a Sunday
newspaper from three weeks ago.

"Hmmm...maybe I should clean this place."

She turned on the radio - "Alright! U2!" -  curled up in
bed, and started reading.  Not in any particular order, mind
you, but flipping through to her favorite parts.  Unfortunately,
it wasn't working.

"Dammit, this isn't any good.  Plus I'm hungry." 

She went to the kitchen for some toxic snack food (Doritos)
and thought some more.

"Well, maybe reading some specs might help."

She turned the computer back on.  She read some specs.  She also
started reading a certain RPG.

"Ooooh, Brad and Tom!" she snickered to herself. "What do they mean
'no crude commentary'? Oh, nuts!...Whoops! That was a slip of the 
tongue, honest!  I...wait a minute!"

 She stopped herself.

"Hold on, interesting as this is, it really hasn't much to do 
with the Chronicles."  She turned the computer off again.

"Fuck it, I'm going to bed."

She turned off all of the lights and went back to her room.
The radio was still on, now playing Green Day, which she didn't
like that much, but she left it on anyway.  She prayed she would
be asleep before they started playing Primus or something.
She was.


She awoke to the sound of rainfall.  Which was odd, since you
weren't supposed to be able to hear that through the walls, unless
the window was open. 

"The window...." she murmured sleepily.

She looked toward it.  It was indeed open.  There was also
a shape blocking part of it...the shadow of a person. 
She could see the orange-yellow light of the streetlight across
the street from her second-story window reflecting off yellow hair,
making it the same red-blond as her own.
He didn't need to speak, for she knew who it was.

"Lestat...."

"Hush, cherie...I am here to help you."

She wanted to get up.  She wanted to leap across the room at him.
She had always sworn to herself that if she ever met the real
Vampire Lestat she would be on him like peanut butter on jelly.
But for some reason, she didn't move.

"Shhh...lie still...this won't hurt a bit."

He sounds like my doctor, she thought. Better looking, though.

"Thanks."

More conceited, too.

He smiled and said, "Part of being a Brat Prince, my dear."

True enough.

He knelt by the side of her bed and kissed her on the lips. She 
kissed him back passionately.
  
Damn, he's a good kisser, she thought.

Fortunately, he either didn't catch the thought, or did, 
but wisely decided not to comment, because otherwise she 
would have had to hit him.  He started kissing her neck, 
while she tangled her fingers in his hair.
Then he bit.  
The first thing she could think of was, Boy,
am I gonna have one hell of a hickey in the morning. 
She didn't say it aloud, though.

"Mmmmm...." she moaned.  God, that feels good.  
She held him tighter.  Being in his arms was like being 
held by a living, breathing statue.  She had to be careful
to be quiet...what would happen if her parents came in suddenly?
She would have laughed at the idea...her mom coming in and
finding this stunning blond creature in her bed...but the
bite was overwhelming her senses. 

Ohhh, I don't want this to end...but I'm so tired...

She was asleep when he left, quietly closing the window
behind him.


The next morning when she awoke, she was a bit confused.
What happened? her brain thought muddily.  *Oh.*
Suddenly, she had the joyous feeling of knowing exactly what to
write.  She got up and almost ran to her computer in the 
living room.
She switched it on and started to write.