Disclaimer: I write for pleasure only. I do not own the Anne rice vampire chronicles
Prologue
"I thought there was someone here. I could smell you" Lestat sneered at his maker.
"Hello Lestat" said Marius "I see you have changed a lot" he put down the magazine smiling
"I see you haven't, how did you slip through the 50's in red velvet?" Marius smiled a little
"Elvis" he put his hands up and crossed them in front of him. "Elvis" Marius became angry as he slammed the magazine on the table
"You are making a show of us, have I taught you nothing of discretion!" Marius walked to the large window
Lestat sneered at him and replied snippily "Oh come now, it's a little late to come over all paternal now isn't it, 200 years and not a word or even a whisper" Lestat calmed down then
"You almost cost me everything!" snapped Marius
"So how did you find me?" Lestat said with a sad look
"I made you, I have always known where you are"
Lestat smiled then said to him "Come, let me show you what it means to live in the light"
Up by the billboard
"Here, I am a God, thousands of souls reach out with their arms willing to take me in to their lives." Marius smiled and said "Hmm, do you ever think about anyone but yourself?"
Lestat gave his trademark sneer "I only have myself, you taught me that"
"Hm, it maybe time to get ready for some company from a very old friend"
Immediately Lestat had a vision of Akasha and himself drinking her very old blood
"Akasha, arisen, she has taken the kings blood, absorbed his power"
"Let her come" said Lestat
"Cancel the concert, you are no match for her, you are not a god. Akasha respects no-one and nothing. She drains the blood of vampires and mortals alike. "
"Let her try and kill me or take me. Why should I care?"
"Lestat, we were once mortals too. It is our heritage to protect it"
"Such Reverence for mortals, well then you should have left me as one" lestat jumped off the pulley bench and flew off in temper.
A/N I need constructive critisisms and honest reviews please this story is going to be AU.