Somewhere In Time: A Fanfiction
(A/N: This is loosely based on the movie, Somewhere In Time. If you haven't seen it, you should see it. It's a beautiful film. This takes place somewhere after TOBT but there won't be many spoilers involved. The characters are not mine, the plot is only partly mine and I don't make any money off of this. Thanks and enjoy.)
Chapter One
Lestat, the blond-haired brat prince of the vampire world, wandered aimlessly through a book store. He didn't know for sure why he had come in there, he just felt drawn to the place. Perhaps it was because it reminded him of his dear Louis. How long had it been since he'd seen him? A year perhaps? No, it had been longer than that, too long.
He came to an abrupt stop when his eye came across a book called Travels Through Time. Curiously, he picked it up and flipped through it. He merely scanned it but he got the gist of its contents. It was a scientific documentary of a professor's experience with time travel. Normally he would be able to pass such things off as nonsense but for some reason, today it intrigued him. He bought the book and set off for home.
Upon arrival at Rue Royale, he set the book down on a table next to a vase of sweetly smelling flowers from their garden. Lestat looked about the room, sighing at its emptiness. He thought of Louis and the fight they had had right before he left. Try as he might he couldn't even remember what had started it. All he knew and all that mattered was Louis had left that very night and he hadn't seen him since. He cast a glance back at the book and decided he wasn't in the mood for reading; he just wanted to go to sleep. With a final look at Louis's favorite chair that sat just as it always had by the fireplace, he retreated to his sun-proofed bedroom.
Louis came to him in his dreams, looking as beautiful as ever but somehow ghostly. His eyes appeared to be haunted as he stared at Lestat pleadingly. He grabbed Lestat's hands and whispered desperately, "Come back to me." Lestat felt him push something into his left hand and then Louis was gone. He disappeared as suddenly as he had come and Lestat looked down at the object in his hand. It was a crumpled piece of paper. Puzzled, he unfolded it. There in the middle of the paper was Louis's fancy scrawl that said: June 27th, 1812. .
Lestat awoke, feeling as if he had something very important to do. He wandered back into the living room and spotted Travels Through Time on the table and everything from the dream came back to him. "June 27th, 1812…" He whispered to himself, "What does he mean?" He stared at the book for a moment and then finally picked it up and sat down in the armchair across from Louis's. He turned the book over where he found a black and white photograph of the author: a wise looking grey haired man with spectacles. Lestat nodded, deciding that the man probably knew what he was talking about so he opened the book and began to read.
"Marius, I need to talk to you," Lestat called out to him with his mind. A few minutes ticked by and then, "Lestat? What is it?"
"Marius! I have something to ask you about and it may seem strange but I need your help with this."
"Lestat, slow down, you're not making any sense."
"I'm sorry but it's kind of hard to explain like this…"
"Very well, where are you?"
"New Orleans." There was a pause.
"I'll be there tomorrow night."
Lestat smiled, "Thank you, Marius! I'll see you then!"
Marius wouldn't normally have rushed himself but the anxious tone in Lestat's voice had him a bit worried. He would need to set out for New Orleans immediately if he was to make it there on time.
Lestat didn't dream at all that night, much to his dismay. He had hoped that Louis would come back to him and explain things but no such luck. Upon waking, he went out to hunt though the hunger wasn't nagging him all that painfully. It was more of something to busy him until Marius arrived. When he came back, Marius was already standing by the mantle. Lestat greeted him warmly and gestured for him to sit down.
"I probably should have knocked," Marius said, "But your window was so conveniently open."
"No, it's fine," replied Lestat, "I'm just glad you were able to make it."
"So what's the problem this time?" Marius asked playfully.
Under different circumstances, Lestat would have laughed but tonight he wanted to get straight to the point. "Marius…I know this is going to sound odd but please have patience with me."
"What are you on about, Lestat?"
"I haven't seen Louis in such a long time," Lestat continued, "I'm…afraid I finally blew it," He paused, thinking and Marius waited for him to go on, "You haven't heard anything from him, have you?"
"Not a whisper, Lestat, some of us are a bit concerned. It's been five years."
"Five years," Lestat mouthed the words to himself, astonished it had been so long. It was possible he had been in denial, needing to think that Louis was coming back to him for the sake of his sanity.
"Lestat?" Marius asked when he had been staring off into space.
The younger vampire shook his head and refocused back on Marius. "I'm sorry…I was just…thinking… Anyway, I had this dream the other day and Louis was there except he didn't really seem himself, he seemed like…a shadow, a ghost of himself. He looked so desperate and longing. He grabbed my hands and said, "Come back to me." Then he was gone and there was a piece of paper in my hand…"
"What did the paper say, Lestat?"
"That was the most peculiar part, Marius. The paper said a date. June, 27th, 1812. It was in his handwriting, I'd know it anywhere. What I'm getting to is… do you think he, being my fledgling, actually contacted me somehow?"
Marius pondered this for a moment, and then replied, "I wouldn't say it's impossible. You two have a very strong bond and I don't doubt the power of dreams. What I wonder is what it means."
"That's what I've been trying to figure out," Lestat picked up the book from the floor beside the chair and held it up for Marius to see, "I was in a bookstore the other night and I was drawn to this book for no particular reason. This was the night before the dream, mind you."
Marius's eyes narrowed as he studied the red and white letters on the front of the book. He held out his hand in a silent request to study it more closely. Lestat handed it to him and watched as the older vampire read through the book with lightening speed.
"What do you think of it?" Lestat asked.
Marius closed the book and looked back up at Lestat, "I think it's quite interesting. What an idea! To be able to hypnotize yourself back through time…"
"Yes!" Lestat cried enthusiastically, "He makes it sound so possible!"
"I'm not saying I believe him," Marius continued, "but I think it's plausible."
"So what I'm thinking of is to actually try it."
"Lestat!"
"Don't shoot down the idea just yet, Marius, let me explain! Finding the book, Louis giving me an exact date in a dream, it's just too weird not to mean something! You can't sit there and tell me this whole thing is just a big coincidence!"
"I didn't say that, Lestat."
"But you were thinking it! Come on, we're vampires. When I was mortal, I never put much stock into believing in such things as us. Clearly we exist so clearly more things are possible than we imagine. Anything is possible! Anything is worth a try!"
Marius sighed the way he always did when Lestat began to make sense against his better judgment. "I hate to be the one to give permission for you to do this…"
"Thank you, Marius! You won't regret it. I'm going to get to the bottom of this." Lestat stood up and began to pace the room, mumbling about making preparations.
"Please heed his warnings, Lestat," Marius said, "Like he said, make sure there are no objects in the room to remind you of the present…"
"Yes and do you see why this flat is perfect? It's decorated nearly exactly as it was in the 1800's. And in addition to that, we lived in this very place! I won't have to go searching all over town!"
"Calm down, Lestat, it unnerves me to see you so eager. It always spells trouble."
Lestat laughed and hugged Marius, "Don't you worry about me. This is my chance to get it right! This is my chance to go back and be good to him and make him love me. Maybe then he won't leave me. 1812, 1812… oh our dear Claudia will still be with us! I'll be good to her too; maybe she won't try to kill me this time."
"Lestat, you are the damndest…"
"Yes I know, I am the damndest creature aren't I?"
Lestat was as bubbly and jubilant as Marius had ever seen him so he bid him farewell so the necessary precautions could be made.