SECOND DAWN
by William Donges, 1995
wdonges@falcon.lhup.edu
sequal to The Darkest Hour

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Hello, the Vampire Lestat again, you did not really think I was dead did 
you, not I night's immortal child, me dead, never.  It did seem that way 
for awhile, but did you honestly think the thrilling exploits you so 
recently read could be the products of an impostor... you should really 
have paid more attention after all I did not even start of my narative in 
the same way that the third person ended it...  Yes I know I promised to 
wait till the end before I utilized the first person again but seeing as 
so many people were distressed by my sudden departure I decided it was 
neccesary to put your minds at ease before I go on, yes I am still among 
the immortal community, but in order to find out what happened next I 
have to shift back to the third tense, something that will have to wait 
till my next thrilling installment, suffice to say that I was gifted by 
as many users of the illustrious information superhighway have put it a 
startrek plot convinience... In regards to that I came across a recent 
"silly" ecploit of mine that I never wanted released to the public.  I 
will respond to the comment that I was Mick's mindless slave all in due 
time, but for now as this is a specific narrative I will only say, I am 
only what I want to be.

		Lestat de Lioncourt


	Armand's Personal Diary:

		I grow weary Louis' mysterious absence and the extended absence 
		of Lestat are disturbing to....


Armand stood distracted writing in his diary had become more and more 
difficult lately. The last time he kept an active journal the contents 
were spread around for all the world to see, and to criticize.  Armand 
was not handling critiques very well, after all he reasoned that it was 
his job and his alone.

:Pathetic: a voice came unbidden shattering Armand's thoughts. :As usual 
Armand, you have sunk to pathetic self pity:

:Lestat: Armand hissed :where the hell have you been:

:For once your witless postulations are on target:

"What?" Armand asked, outloud.

Lestat stepped in from the shadows. "I mean armand that I have indeed 
been as you say, in hell or as close to hell as I could possibly get."


"In hell...?" Armand began but the last ray of sunlight had sunken beyond 
the horizon and Armand awoke from his dream.  These dreams had become 
more and more frequent since Louis' disapperance strange messages from 
afar. 

Armand thought carefully.  Several of these dreams involved a young man, 
now what was his name? William? Yes that was it William.

"Who is he?" Armand asked the night quietly "Who is he and what does he 
have to do with this?"


	Armand, stood staring into the Pennsylvania night, 
something about William Penn's legendary woods, gave him 
cause to shudder uncontrollably. What hat happened to 
Lestat, and more significantly, at least as far as Armand 
was concerned, what had happened to Louis?  What pray tell 
did this small North Central Pennsylvania town have to 
reveal about Lestat's disappearance. Lock Haven, somehow the 
though made Armand far from safe.  Who was this William 
about who he kept dreaming and what exactly did he have to 
do with this mess. Armand bent slightly and retrieved the 
paper from his pocket. He had been trying to transcribe his 
dreams but all that he got was a somewhat long poem that 
even sounded like it could have been the lyrics to some 
unknown song.

Death is just a Second Dawn
On a second Life. 
No barrier, No Obstacle, No Pain, No Hate, No Strife
And on and on this Second Dawn calls us toward the end
and end that may someday come but we no not when

Yes, Death is just a Second Dawn
On A Second Life, 
The endless Cruelty of a second knife
Once signed the contracts always signed 
The out's a hidden clause, Mortality is not you see
one of Our flaws, and those who die are not quite dead
and for hell to have its affect we must be alive

Oh Death is just a Second Dawn 
On A Second Life....

"What does this mean?" Armand cried aloud. It was certainly 
not the type of thing that Armand would write on his own, 
something more influenced then that almost guided a clue to 
this whole impossible situation. Armand searched again for 
this William and shortly found him. There the pale greenish 
house, right there.
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"Bill, I cannot possibly help you if you are avoiding my 
help" the voice said over the line.

"Eby you never call me." William responded " And I am not 
exactly sure what is causing you to call now,  I am 
intrigued, why exactly do you think that I am in trouble."

William Eby, paused, the third of  three William, all linked 
by blood, and ironically, and perhaps a little more the 
coincidentally, all three of them shared the fact they were 
the third in their family to bear that name, in addition he 
and Bill both shared the same middle name, Edward, the coven 
would have been so confused no one could think and phone 
calls were absurd when they were together.  As a result of 
this and several other factors, Eby inevitably regained his 
old nick name which was as nick names often were in the 
heavily German region of Pennsylvania his last name, people 
also tended to call him Professor Bill, but that confused 
things more to the outsider, because William J. MacDonald 
used the nick name Dr. Bill to denote his chosen profession 
Psychiatry an appropriate choice give his active lunacy. 
Only William, who had moved to Lock Haven, a few months ago, 
lacked such a nick name, several attempts were made to give 
him one, the most humorous one being Dollar Bill, to match 
the Dr. and Professor Bill nick names, but  it lasted a 
short time at best.  In recent months William was called by 
those who knew him on the Internet by the name Fal, an 
abbreviated form of Falerin, but that nick name was used 
only by a small crowd, particularly since on many sites 
William changed the name.  Eby brought himself back to the 
here an now.

	"Bill" he said concerned "I do not normally get these 
feelings and now I did and even if I have to come up to Lock 
Haven and physically restrain you with a few hits in the 
head I will do so"

	William, chuckled sadly. Of his third and most stable 
coven 6 of the original 7 members remained, Bryan , Himself, 
The two other Bills, Scott, and Mike, who had moved even 
further then he had, although ironically, with his move they 
again lived close.  Joseph, William had sadly given up on, 
the darkness had swallowed him it seemed and there was 
nothing he could do about it, he had heard nothing from 
Joseph in months and the last he had heard was bad.  The 
coven weighed heavily on William's mind lately. In his mind, 
he was completely alone. Joseph's departure had only upset 
him more, Joe had been with him the longest, he was in 
William's original coven, he was the first to learn about 
William's scarred past, and now he was gone. Thinking about 
it upset William even more particularly in light of what had 
happened with Lestat.

	"I am fine, Eby" William responded hollowly.

	"OK. Then why do you sound like your best friend died? 
Your mom isn't sick again is she?"

	"No my family is fine, I have had a lot happen is all"

 	"I didn't tell you this because, after what happened 
with Dave, i did not know how you would react but I need to 
tell you. I called you because someone else told me to."

	"What does David have to do with this?" William asked. 
David had been a friend but through misdirection had caused 
William a great deal of trouble. William had never 
questioned anything David said and he really should have.

	"Megan, is the one who said I should call you."

	"Megan?!!!?" William asked astonished, and then he 
knew, Megan and Lestat had known each other, and she felt 
something wrong her empathic abilities functioned even at 
this distance. Megan and he had never gotten along they were 
friendly acquaintances who had openly acknowledged the fact 
that they both disliked much about each other. William was 
chaotic, but inflexible in his chaos, when something was 
part of his mind set he would not change it. Megan on the 
other hand was very ordered, very potent, but subject to 
change. Megan was a  strong empath but if she felt William's 
emotion even at this distance then something more was going 
on....

	William's thoughts were interrupted by a rap, at the 
door. William suddenly felt very odd as if his very soul was 
being touched, not just his mind. 

	"Listen Eby, I will call you back there is someone at 
the door."

	William hung up the phone knowing he had been paying 
way to little attention to what was going on outside.
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	Armand rapped on the door again, impatiently, knowing 
that William had been inside, not noticing however that 
William had become aware of him and had slid around the 
house from the back door.

	"Armand, I presume" William whispered softly, his 
unexpected voice startling Armand none the less. Seeing no 
immediate response he continued "Come quickly before my 
family answers your knock."

	Armand followed the dark haired figure into an 
alleyway. "Don't you fear being alone with me in this 
alleyway?"

	"No, Armand, I do not fear you for you would never 
stand a chance against me. You may know my name but you have 
no knowledge of my past"

	For a moment Armand felt a fury well within him that 
was rather unusual for him. Instead he asked clamly "What 
have you done with Louis' and Lestat"

	William turned from Armand and did not respond his 
sadness encompassing him far to much for him to make a 
sound.

	Armand again become irritated and with his irritation 
came the realization that the had not recently fed. With 
some alarm, William recognized Armand's thought but was 
again silent. Armand's fury growing far beyond 
characteristic proportions filling him completely blinding 
him, Armand snatched William to his chest taking the throat 
to his mouth smelling the power in William so close to the 
surface. It was enough to drive Armand to a frenzy, and he 
gave in to the dark temptation and drank, William quietly 
did not resist Armand at all, he seemed only slightly 
phased. 

	"So it comes again" he whispered, and Armand drank in 
all of him until William collapsed to the ground a shell. 
Quickly Armand realized the mistake he had made, without 
William he had no information about what had happened to 
Louis' and Lestat. With a resolution born from the grave 
Armand sought to bring his wrist to his mouth so that he 
could puncture it, but in a flash William had risen, showing 
Armand a set of fangs a strong match to his own. Armand was 
dazed by this what was happening here. William reached for 
Armand and with a quick motion tore roughly into his flesh 
draining back what was his, the blood Armand had eagerly 
taken returning to him even more quickly then it had left 
him.  Armand felt a sharp pain then as William landed a blow 
to his head. William said several words and Armand watched 
in astonishment as William's fangs receded completely before 
his eyes.

	"If you ever try that again Armand,  I will more then 
happily tear your heart out."

	Armand whirled furiously, "Are you threatening me William?"

	"I would never dream of it Armand, but know this, and know it 
well if you ever cause harm towards me or those I love, you will lose you 
imortality very quickly and you will not return to mortality in the process."

	Armand considered William's words and decided that it would be 
wise to heed them. As much as he hated to admit it, William was more then 
worth of respect, he turned aside the vampires kiss as if it wer an 
insect bite. 

	:The fangs though: Armand thought :Where did the come from:

	All of Armands immortal experience could not prepare him for the 
answer that William provided him with next. It came unbidden as if taken 
right from Armand's mind the way that the damnable Lestat would take the 
information.

	"I have been among your ranks already Armand" William said "or 
close to them. The process has since been negated but not fully, in times 
of extreme danger my former experience becomes evident."

	"What you are describing is impossible"

	"Oh come off it Armand! You have seen it yourself. Sangerphiles 
are as real as you are."

	"Sangerphiles?" Armand said questioningly

	"That is the term they use for themselves but they are as much 
vampires as you are their are two differences between the two. The first 
is that the sun is not a hinderance to them. The second is that they are 
not descendants from Akasha at all."


	In the dark night a voice called out, seeking to be 
heard, seeking anything at all, but the silent desolation 
that had become it's torment. On some level the knowledge 
that this was a new condition was present. The majority of 
the time, however, it seemed to last an infinite period. The 
voice sobbed, this is *HIS* fault and he would pay!
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	From the moment of conception awareness exists, and at 
this moment all of our past lives fly out at us giving no 
heed to reason, nor to normality. Louis Pointe Du Lac was 
finding himself now in exactly such a state and it angered 
him.  For a normal baby there would be no action that could 
be taken conception would continue toward birth, and at 
birth awareness would fade, perhaps rearing it's head in 
fleeting dreams. Louis was not a normal baby, his mortality 
was gone and thus he reasoned the process of birth should 
not be happening to him.  In addition Louis was acutely 
aware of the fact that his older physical form was not 
destroyed but instead was being used, something which Louis 
could not abide. Ordinarily Louis was fairly gentle, 
particularly so for his kind, but in this case gentleness 
had no place. Louis revolted against his new mothers body 
revolted against it with all of his being, and the process 
of miscarriage began.  

	:I apologize, mother: Louis cried longingly :But my 
other work is not yet done:

	And with that came darkness...

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	The torment that Lestat felt when he had moments of 
lucidity was great. During these states his fury towards 
William grew for he was convinced that it was some mechanism 
of William's design that had placed him in this hell.  What 
hurt far worse then the eternal hunger, was those brief 
moments when he clearly viewed his tormentor, the man who 
whipped and defiled him.

	:Louis: Lestat cried :What have I done that makes you 
hate me so:

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	"Not of Akasha?" Armand asked with wonder, and some 
disbelief "Then from whence do they get their powers?"

	"I wish I knew" William said "I only know what they 
claim and I can no longer give it much credit. The horrors I 
have seen very strongly make me doubt their claims of divine 
grandeur. "

	Armand looked away from William staring down the 
alleyway into the night and said nothing. William sensed a 
sadness from Armand, he also sensed his self-inflicted 
eternal torments. For unknown reasons William felt a need to 
comfort this man, to know him. This really did not surprise 
him really, the White Knight was a fitting title for him. 
William being a strong empath hated other people's 
displeasure infinitely more then his own and did his best, 
therefore, to eradicate it.

	"Armand..." William called quietly but was interrupted 
for at that moment there was born in his mind a thousand 
hornets, who buzzed for a second and then all released 
their, sting. 

	:I'm Sorry: A voice came out of nowhere :but I need 
your form and I have no time to deal with protocol:

	Louis slammed his form once again and succeeded where 
Lestat had failed, William's mind gave in under Louis' 
attack and collapsed inward leaving a vehicle that Louis' 
could use, at least while William maintained 
unconsciousness.

	:Louis?: Armand probed startled :Is that really you?:

	"Louis" Armand cried again outloud "Louis it is you."

	Louis looked at armand through William's eyes. And saw 
a rather large wound on his neck. Obviously recent because 
Armand's vampiric nature had done nothing to close it yet.

	"You have been fighting?" Louis said, more of a 
statment then a question. "Why?"

	"Louis?" Armand said dumbfounded his behavior very 
similar to that which had enraged him about William just a 
few moments earlier. Something was different about Louis 
some how and it had nothing to do with the fact that he was 
in William's form. As a matter of fact William and Louis 
looked alike in many ways. No the difference was in his 
demeanor some how it was far colder then Louis normally was. 
Something had hardened in Louis, his experience had changed 
him, and Armand could not help but thinking that he seemed 
more like Lestat.

	"What is wrong with that" Louis snapped angrily "Lestat 
is extremly popular and extremly powerfull"

	"That never mattered before Louis" Armand said "And 
before you never would have slammed yourself into William 
the way you did just now"

	"Well, this is not before, and I am not that person any 
more death has changed me."

	"Death?" Armand said confused.

	"Forget that for now Armand" Louis said curtly "I asked 
you a question, no give me an answer."

	"William, he would not say what happened to you so I 
attacked him, but he changed into something else"

	"You stupid fool" Louis snapped, and slapped Armand 
roughly. "With out William's mortality I never could have 
come back and without it we shall never save Lestat"

	Armand reeled from Louis blow, reeled from his malice, 
Armand never wanted to see what could do this to Louis, 
never. Armand began to weep.

	"Oh please Armand" Louis said sarcasticly "Take your 
melodrama somewhere else. Go home Armand, I have no use for 
you and now you know where I am so you have no reason to 
search. Just go I am sure that if I were a mortal I would 
have puked by now from you sick sentimentality."

	Armand colapsed then Louis' words tearing through him 
much more then the blow. Louis' seemed exactly like Lestat 
to him now, and he could no handle that. Taking Louis' harsh 
advice armand fled into the night with no idea at all as to 
his destination.

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	Louis entered William's home and changed his clothes 
into a gold silk shirt and dark pant's. Despite William's  
beard Louis' could not help but notice the resemblance 
between William and himself. If I do not succeed at saving 
myself and Lestat, Louis resolved then I shall take this 
form. I have to get to Schuylkil County Louis thought, the 
Indians called the land the Hole to hell, and in the center 
of it the other haven in Pennsylvania, one much more extreme 
that Lock Haven. William had told Lestat of Schuylkil Haven 
Louis' knew, it was from that general area that Megan came.

	Louis lifted the phone and quickly dialed a number. 

	"Hello" came a womans voice.

	"Hello, Mrs Eby." Louis said " Is young Bill there?"

	"No, I am sorry he isn't" The voice responded.

	"Do you have any idea of when he will be in?" Louis 
asked

	"This is Bill?" the voiced asked recognizing William's 
voice.

	"Yes" Louis responed.

	"I thought that he was going up to Lock Haven to see 
you."

	"Yes" Louis replied carefully wishing for a moment that 
William were not unconcious "But he is not here yet I wanted 
to see if he had left."

	"He left about an hour ago" The voice responded "He 
should be in Lock Haven, fairly soon"

	"Thank you Mrs. Eby" Louis responded, eager to end this 
fast, William's lack of conciousness making it difficult to 
read anything from his mind. Looking at the clock Louis' 
quickly added "I apologize for calling so late"

	"No problem" she responded kindly "goodbye"

	Louis hung up the phone. Despite his diffculty reading 
William in this state he was certain William was not aware 
of Bill Eby's plans.

	:No Matter: Louis chuckled :I was just going to as him 
to come anyway:


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	Eby arrived shortly after Louis hung up. Some what 
heavy set one could tell by Eby's demeanor that he was kinf 
and caring, willing to lebd a hand whenever possible. Louis 
could also see, however, that it had not always been that 
way. It seemed that William was not the only one with a dark 
past.  

	From Eby's point of view he was not fooled for an 
instant, although he did not let Louis know it. He had seen 
William channel before and this looked a lot like one of 
those instances. No Eby corrected himself not quite the 
same, this looks almost like it used to be with Mark.  Yes 
that's right, he looks like he is being posessed 
involuntarily. 

	"We need to go for a ride" Louis said

	"Where?" Eby asked, although William often told Eby to 
drive toward some unknown destination. This was not William, 
and in this case he was fairly sure that the posessor had a 
very clear idea of where he wanted to go.

	"Schuylkil County" Louis responded.

	"Okay" Eby said slowly "But first why dont you tell me 
just who the fuck you are."

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	Louis finished his story and Eby nodded.

	"So that is what was bothering Bill" he said "It also 
explains why Megan was upset. She is more then a slight fan 
of Lestat."

	"I don't think that Lestat is in New Orleans anymore" 
Louis said "I am certain he is in Schuylkill County. What 
dod you call it?"

	"The Hole to Hell" Eby responded.

	"Right. Well if this is to be resolved I have to get 
there and rescue Lestat I also have to rescue myself. I f I 
don't this will never end, and I will be stuck with William 
forever."

	"You know you could have asked" Eby said "William would 
have probably helped you. Instead you barage has caused a 
big problem, If we fail to rescue you now, who knows what 
will happen to William."

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	The ride to Schuylkill Haven was quiet, with the 
exception of the music that Eby sung to. Louis got the 
impression that William ordinarily sung along to this, but 
Louis did not know the words.

	The car pulled up into a branch campus of the Penn 
State school system.

	"Ordinarily I would get the grouo together, and during 
the week Bryan lives here. Right now I can't Bryan is at 
home and Dr. Bill is working"

	"Where are we going?" Louis asked

	"A black lodge" Eby replied "it is a lot like a black 
node, such as the one in Lock Haven but is a lot more 
powerful"

	Eby led Louis past the campus on foot, and into a 
cemetary. Surely this is not a black node? It seems so 
benign, I feel white power here very strongly. he was about 
to say as much when Eby spoke.

	"This is a White Lodge" Eby said "There are three in 
all of Schuylkill County and this is the center one, most of 
the others are hidden you cant tell you are in one but here 
you can look at these tombstones, see how they are aranged 
in a circle. The original white coven in this county is 
buried there all of them were murdered. William and the rest 
of us have been fighting against a repetition of that for 
some time, but that is another story entirely."

	Louis strongly hoped he would not be arround for any 
more of that story he got the very clear impresion that 
whatever evil awaited him in this black lodge it was nothing 
compared to that which William and the coven faced. 

	Louis shuddered they had arrived at a mausoleum.

	"This is the black lodge" Eby responded "unfortunately 
there are close to 20 of these for the 3 white ones"

	Eby pulled at the mausoleum door half-heartedly and 
much to their suprise it opened.

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	An incredible chill filled the room of darkness as 
Louis entered. Eby stood outside in case the authorities 
chose this unfortunate moment to make their rounds. THe 
second Louis entered a Light flare up. Louis was horrified 
to see his own form whipping Lestat senselessly, and 
Lestat's mind was silent seemingly beaten past submission. 

	"You fool" the figure said, and Louis shuddered as it 
used his own voice, he though that possesors used their own 
voice isn't how the cinema made it.  "Oh they usually do but 
I am destroying Lestat's soul and thus this is much more 
effective. You never should have come here Louis not looking 
like William. Lestat hates William. Some how he gets the 
impression that William set him up. Hmm I wonder was it 
something I said."

	The figure chuckled evilly. Louis' was infuriated by 
this and threw himself at the figure but reality seemed to 
lose his cohesiveness for a moment and suddenly he was in 
front of Lestat, who was awake and unchained now.  

	"You!!!" Lestat screamed madly "It was all you"

	"No Lestat." Louis yelled "It was not me I am Louis"

	The figure using Louis form stood "I hate you Lestat, I 
am dead because of you.

	"Louis?" Lestat cried reaching for the figure who 
kicked him like a dog

	"I hate you" it said.

	Lestat swung and faced Louis. "You William" he said 
menacingly "You did this"

	Louis grabbed Lestat and slapped him hard a fury 
welling in him at Lestat and then Lestat knew, and he felt a 
fear like none he had known before. For the first time in as 
many years as Lestat remembered he felt mortal terror. This 
was Louis, his beloved, and he struck him, he was feeling 
hatred. If something existed that could do that to Louis 
then it was evil to be reckoned with. 

	"Louis?" Lestat called and fell into William's arms.

	In that, moment of emotion William regained control. It 
is most likely that control that led to the next series of 
events.

	William thrust Louis' soul out and whirled arround and 
something happened. The darknees parted and once again the 
man that had started this stood before him. A sense of deja 
vu filled Willam as the man spoke.

	"He's quite right you know Lestat" a voice came from 
the darkness "You can't possibly use that knowledge and now 
it is far to late anyway.  You just did me a favor though 
Lestat putting William through that it weakened his resolve 
somewhat and I have been trying to weaken his resolve that 
much for years."
 
	"Who are you" Lestat demanded.
 
	"But I am afraid Lestat" the figure went on "It cant 
make up for your ego. Look at you existence Lestat, you have 
not been the devil at all, you were in love and you felt 
pain. I feel no pain I am  Asteroth lord of hell's armies 
and I feel no pain."

	This time however William was alive and he ws quite 
able to respond. "Asteroth? I think you have some explaining 
to do because if you are Asteroth you are just a two bit 
devil. You're are not THE devil either and my resolves is 
intact thank you."

	The figure ignored William and went on.

	:Claudia, sweet Claudia how you loved her Lestat: the 
voice came in his mind.  :But she despised you so much she 
had to kill you, yet you would have had her live and Armand 
had her disposed of because she got in the way.:
	
	Lestat looked pained at this, and William spoke again.

	"Whatever Armand did Lestat is not your fault."

	Still the figure spoke.

	:And Louis the one you loved most he hated you too 
Lestat. When I showed him the sun all he could think to do 
was curse you, to damn you he did not regret losing his own 
life he only regretted that he was not taking you with him:

	"Louis, he dislikes me and he grows angry with me, but 
he would never wish that" Lestat said hesitantly.

	Even as the figure spoke his next words William began 
to laugh. 

	:And finally David. David he loved you at first Lestat, 
he even wanted you to make him, he would never admit it but 
it was what he wanted. Then you forced it on him and he was 
glad. I killed David too Lestat and he died cursing you 
too.: 

	"Oh really?" A voice came outloud. There stood Armand 
with David at his side. 

	The demon seeing his defeat threw himself at William. 
"You" it screamed in a voice born only of hell "this was all 
you again!" 

	Lestat grabed the deomon and tossed him aside.

	"Get out" Lestat said cooly "Go back to whatever place 
you came from"

	The figure stared at Lestat with distaste, knowing it 
had failed. "I am going Lestat but I come from another and 
he will give up far less easily."

	Lestat shivered slightly and then regained his resolve. 
"Go"

	With Lestat's words the demon vanished leaving Louis at 
Lestat's feet.

	"You struck me" Lestat told Louis astonished

	"Not here, my love" Louis said.

	"What happened?" Lestat asked William

	"I thought that you were dead" William responded " But 
he wanted you alive just as he needed Louis for alive, he 
wanted to break you control you. He is right though Lestat, 
even if he is Asteroth, which I question, he still answers 
to a higher chain of command." 

	"What do you think about the Devil William?" Lestat 
asked.

	"one second. Eby I think you can go Lestat will give me 
a ride home"

	"Are you sure?" Eby asked

	"Positive we have some things to discuss"

	After Eby deove of and the other vampire departed, all 
except for Louis that is, William turned to Lestat 
"Demonology is a funny thing. I buy into two seprate 
principles, based on careful research. Lucifer he is the 
bringer of light a sort of prometheus I don't think lucifer 
is evil more likely God has given him the job of testing 
mankinds faith. Satan on the other hand is the king of 
demons and that is his only job to rule evil. Satan is a 
purely evil creature who relishes only harm. It is Satan the 
demons like Asteroth answer to."

	"I see," Lestat said "But my question has not been 
answered"

	"Oh?" William said and chuckled "Well Lestat truth be 
told, I think your the Devil"

	Lestat grinned, "I am a devil aren't I?"

	In the night a song could be heard. The song of which 
Armand dreamed a sond William was to write but had not yet 
writen.

Death is just a Second Dawn
On a second Life.
No barrier, No Obstacle, No Pain, No Hate, No Strife
And on and on this Second Dawn calls us toward the end
and end that may someday come but we no not when
 
Yes, Death is just a Second Dawn
On A Second Life,
The endless Cruelty of a second knife
Once signed the contracts always signed
The out's a hidden clause, Mortality is not you see
one of Our flaws, and those who die are not quite dead
and for hell to have its affect we must be alive
 
Oh Death is just a Second Dawn
On A Second Life....
(The End For Now)



	Hello, you see I kept my promise. My story is told. 
Louis has recovered from the experience most readily. It is 
a shame really, he has so much potential, it seemed. Me, 
well I am fine thank you, but then what did you expect, The 
devil does not feel any pain.  

	On other subjects I have been heavily following 
alt.books.anne-rice and I have caught some people writing 
stories about me that i never wanted told.  For instance 
this whole silly spec thing. I believe it is my buisness If 
I am stunned by Mick;s incredible cleavage don't you. As for 
the rest of it I am quite impressed. So impressed i sen Mick 
and Suzie personal letters. It is also rumoured that William 
and Vanessa have gotten ahold of some papers belonging to 
Claudia and are planing on posting them, I hope they don 
edit them to terribly, although I am sure, some editing will 
need to be done, after all Claudia can not possibly have 
been as stunningly perfect a writer as I am. As for my 
relations with William, well I am sure we will meet again, 
we have some buisness to attend to, he thinks I am not 
totally perfect and I think otherwise. ;) thats a net.wink 
for those less net initiated. Well as JoAnne quoted me. I 
get away with ever i can believe me. 

		Lestat de Lioncourt