Disclaimer: This is a work of speculative fiction. I do not intend to make
any money off of it, although, I admit, I sure wouldn't turn any down! But
even in the unlikely event of that happening, I do NOT intend to infringe
upon the rights of An Author Who Sues Her Fans, Knopf Publishing,
Ballantine, Random House, Geffen Pictures, Warner home Video,
Mojo, Mojo II, Sunny or Mike.
SPOILERS: IWTV, TVL
Hello Again SPECtacles,
I wrote this to see how well I could write dialogue, hence the lack of any
narrative. I intended to make it into a series of scenes, but never did.
So here it is, it sounds incomplete because it is.
Sorry,
DarkAngel
Together
by DarkAngel
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"And why should I bother to tell of the times he came to me in wretched
anxiety, begging me never to leave him, of the times we walked together and
talked together, acted Shakespeare together for Claudia's amusement, or
went arm in arm to hunt the river front taverns, or to waltz with the
dark-skinned beauties of the celebrated quadroon balls?" – TVL
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"Lestat?"
"Yes, cheri?"
"Let us go for a walk, oui?"
"Oui. Shall we go through the Quarter? Or along the river?"
"I'd rather along the river, if it pleases you. I want the quiet."
"Mais oui, mon ami."
"I'll leave a note for Claudia."
"I'll get our coats."
"Merci."
"The starlight is so beautiful on the water, non?"
"Mmm, it seems I never really saw it before."
"Everything is more beautiful now. Everything is enhanced."
"What causes that?"
"The blood does, Louis. What do you think?"
"Yes, I know, but I mean, physically, what has happened? Has there been a
change in our eyes? In our brains?"
"Louis, Louis, your curiosity, Beautiful One, is insatiable. And you know I
have no answers for you. Stop worrying about the insignificant details and
enjoy the effect."
"Here, cher, look up. It is a falling star!"
"Make a wish!"
"Pourquoi?"
"That is what you do, you make a wish on a falling star. Didn't you ever do
that as a child?"
"Non, Louis, it must be a Creole superstition."
"Make one anyway."
"Louis . . ."
"You have to close your eyes."
"Alright. Now what?"
"Make a wish."
"I wish-"
"Not out loud!"
"Oh forgive me. I would hate to perform this meaningless ritual in the
wrong way. Are we going to have to kill a chicken now?"
"Non, Lestat."
"Drown a cat?"
"Lestat!"
"I do not know what attracts you to those horrible creatures."
"I suppose the same thing that attracted me to you."
"Oh Louis! You made a joke!"
"Would you like to go to the Quadroon Ball tomorrow night?"
"What a wonderful idea, mon ami!"
"Very well, then. What shall we do with Claudia?"
"She can survive on her own for one night Louis."
"Perhaps, but we are not home tonight, and if we go out without her
tomorrow night as well she'll be cross. And you know you don't want that."
"Non."
"What shall we do then?"
"Let's tell her that we will perform a play for her. That will put her in a
good mood. We'll do a comedy, Midsummer Night's Dream, Two Gentlemen Of
"If we do Midsummer Night's Dream, I don't want to
be
"Why Louis? 'O Helen, goddess, nymph, perfect divine! To what my love,
shall I compare thine eyne?
those kissing cherries, tempting grow!' "
"'I am your spaniel'? 'And Demetrius, the more you beat me, I will fawn on
you'? 'Use me but as your spaniel; spurn me, strike me, neglect me, use
me'? She is, without doubt, the most pathetic character ever written! I
hate her."
"Oh, Louis, really. It is only a play."
"Then you can read her. I'll read Demetrius."
"What if we do the Taming Of The Shrew, instead?"
"Non, non, non!"
"Louis, you know, you would never survive in a real acting troupe. You have
to take what you are given. WITHOUT complaint."
"Have you been in an acting troupe, Lestat?"
"Yes, actually. I was on
the stage in
"You never told me!"
"Well, you know how I hate to brag."
"Were you well-known?"
"But of course, Louis! What kind of a question is that?"
"I'm sorry, Lestat."
"I suppose being isolated here in the wilderness, you wouldn't know, but
still Louis. You aren't implying that you could see me as some sort of
third rate troubadour wandering through the streets looking for an open
spot in a rutted road to set up some sort of ramshackle stage, are you? Do
you think I would waste my time in a caravan of buffoons, changing costumes
behind a tree and all crowding around one miserable little mirror to apply
our make-up? Well?!"
"I wasn't implying anything, Lestat. Please, don't be angry. It was only a
question."
"It was an impolite question."
"Forgive me."
"Well . . .for the sake of a pleasant evening, I will. But I will have you
know that I was the best actuer in
all the famous roles: MacBeth, Hamlet, Romeo. All of them. I was quite in
demand."
"Why did you leave?"
"That is not a subject I wish to discuss with you, fledgling."