Disclaimer: I do not own them. I wish I did. Life would be grand, but hey, what can ya do?

Basic info: this story is based on letters between are favorite boys, starting from the time they are both mortal, and of course, the story line is a bit skewed...but, It's pretty straight forward, so sit back and enjoy committing the felony of reading the mail of others. Haha!

Lestat,

Strange. I found myself thinking about you this morning. I'd a dream about the Witches Place, of you screaming in fright. Ah, the good old days. I'm sure you don't remember me very well. I was the boy with the curly brown hair, always going on about music. Well, I've made it to Paris to study. I've a real talent for the violin, and Mozart himself is teaching me. It's wonderful, although I'm a bit down on my luck. My father doesn't know I've sold my books to get the violin. I can imagine his fury when he does learn of it.

How have you been? I'm sure you're well, in your father's estate. Is you mother any better? I've heard about her illness. Tell her I send my regards and wish her well.

I've really run out of things to say at the moment. I'm sure once I've sent this, all my thoughts will come flooding back to me. Isn't that the way it always is? I hope I hear from you,

Sincerly,

Nicolas de Lenfent