Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. Anne Rice owns Lestat, Armand, Marius, Louis, Gabrielle, Pandora, and all the other Vampire Chronicles characters that I didn't mention. Buffy, Spike, Dawn, Xander, Willow, Tara, Anya and all the rest belong to Joss, Mutant enemy, Warner Brothers(though I suppose it's UPN now) and everybody else who makes that amazing show. I claim no ownership over any of the characters at all. They are not mine, they will never be mine, no matter how hard I wish that they were.
Author's
notes: This is a fic in which Lestat is drawn to Buffy because of
her pain and their similar experiences. I'm sorry if he characters
are a little OOC I'll try and fix it as I go along. I wrote couple
fan fictions a year or so ago but this is the first fanfic that I
have written so far that I don't hate. I hope that as I write it you
will see my writing style improve. I know that my "" are really wrong
but I never really could figure them out. If you see any spelling
mistakes, I did use spell check, it's just not foolproof. Plus I'm
still trying to finish high school and sometimes I am a little
distracted when writing. If it really bugs you and you want to beta
it I would love you forever just email me.
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ever I see a new review I do a little happy dance, well maybe not
that far but I do love them. Allot. I would like to especially thank
Anne-Marie and WDrucillaP for repeatedly sending me your opinions. If
anybody wants something to happen let me know and I will try to work
it in. So please go ahead read and review...
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Lestat
I saw her again, the small girl slowly picking her way through the graves. I watch her every night. I've been with her through the good times and the bad times. There haven't been allot of good times for her though. Tonight she went back to the mausoleum, paused at the door for a moment, then shook her head ever so slightly and wandered off. I followed her. She finished her rounds rather quickly, not being quite as thorough as she could have been. No one can really blame her for that though. Not after all that she has been through. I stayed hidden behind her, my dark clothes blending in with the night. I watched as she took a brief look behind and slipped through a door and into her quiet home.
I've been watching her for almost a year now, I stay as close to her as possible I don't feed, I sleep covered in earth just a short walk away. I am always near her, just in case something happens. I couldn't bare anything to happen to her. she has become the object of my life, or rather unlife. The others are worried I hear them sometimes calling out to me but I ignore them, blocking myself out, isolating myself even more than before.
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It all began quite innocently I was in California with Louis trying to persuade him to come with me into the twenty-first century, fashion wise at least. I had him, grumbling of course, in a wonderful store being fitted for a gorgeous deep blue suite. I stood back admiring him, his face had turned a crimson color as my eyes ran down his prone form. It was that trace of humanity in him, that made me love him all the more. I had gone up to him, taken him in my arms and placing a chaste kiss on each of his eyelids started telling him how much I loved him, needed him, wanted him. The sales man had enough decency to mumble an excuse and hastily leave the room.
That had been when I heard it. A scream. A scream filled with pain, horror, terror, hatred, fear, and every other horrible emotion that had ever existed. I had crumpled into him, I must have looked like some grotesque rag doll. My face formed into a horrible mask of all those emotions. For I felt them as surely as the one who had made that animalistic scream. I must have slipped away after from the shear force of those emotions for the next thing I remember was opening my eyes and seeing Louis through a red haze looking as though he had seen a ghost. I suppose now that seeing me go through all this is what made him have such an expression, but at the time I supposed he had heard it too, what with his new strength and the strange voice's intensity.
I rubbed my eyes to clear my vision and immediately started into a tirade of questions that to him must have sounded like the ramblings of a madman. I did not think that he could answer them but it helped to set things straight in my mind. I was pacing the floor at a speed in which no human could ever of reproduced, when I felt Louis's arms catch me in a vice like grip. He shook me as if it could bring me back into reality. which I suppose it did, I stopped completely and my eyes ceased darting from place to place settling on his face. On his dark green eyes that reflected a worry that I'm sure he felt. I wrapped my arms around him and pressed my lips to his in a feverous kiss that consumed me like fire. Like a blazing inferno the kiss blinded out everything I felt, except for the nagging sensation that was tugging at me, pulling at the back of my mind. Pulling me out of the store, out of the city, out toward the owner of that voice. I pulled away from him, kissed him once more softly, whispered that I loved him and left.
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I used the powers I have, yet still use with some reluctance, to move to the owner of the voice almost instantaneously. I saw her then hugging a small girl close. She still felt the same way she had before, yet from the younger brunette I felt an almost palpable sense of relief, and joy.
I quickly discovered that she had passed away three months before, and had been brought back by a witch whose powers most probably exceeded even those of Merrick. She was not a regular girl. No not regular in any way. Her and her close friends were a small band of people who took it upon themselves to protect the innocent inhabitants of our small planet, against the evil that dwells here. She was an incredible being, called the Slayer. She spent her nights slaughtering any creature that was considered evil. Especially a sort of half-breed the uninformed had named vampires.
I have known of these beings for decades but I did not see it as very important and so did not divulge this information to you in any of my earlier books. They are a half breed like those now extinct creatures discovered by Louis and Claudia described in his book Interview with the Vampire. They are weak and I have never considered their small population to be a threat to me.
What really captivated me was that she had been to heaven. I couldn't hear her thoughts that much anymore. She seemed to posses the ability to unknowingly block them out. But by following her I knew as much as her friends. I had been there for her musical confession of her time in heaven. Her loss of memory, her job, and her brief misguided relationship with the vampire Spike. Each time she was in trouble I had to resist the urge to save her. At times it was almost impossible but somehow I managed to stay in the shadows, always watching, never there.
The thing that drew me to her more than anything else was that she had been to heaven, come back and still had some measure of sanity. It had been hard, but she was still here. Not crazy, dead, or worse, but here living, coping, going on with her everyday life. On my trip to see the horrors of hell, and the wonders of heaven, I had not been able to take it. The wondering if it was real, the longing to see it again. She had been there, believed, and yet stayed here going on with her life. Dealing with the almost mundane problems of the living.
I often sit and wonder about this, if maybe she had more to live for than I, or if maybe it was because she was human and couldn't remember all that had happened, but even though her memory is fading now I know she made it because she was much stronger than I was. That is why I fell in love with her. That is why I watch her now.
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She had gone inside for the night, so I slowly approached her house and soundlessly moved to a window. To begin watching her. She looked tired, more tired than I've ever seen her. Having two very complicated lives is really starting to cost her. I honestly don't know how much longer she can go on like this. She moved like something dead up the stairs. I stayed at the kitchen window fighting with myself. Part of me just just wanted to make everything better for her. To do everything in my power to make everything better for her. The problem was I didn't know if I could, for the first time in my entire existence I wasn't sure what I should do and it was eating me alive.
She came down the steps now dressed in her ridicules Double meat Palace uniform. Heading off for another eight hour shift of misery. Almost without thinking I fell into step behind her trailing her on her trip to the place where she worked. She went in and I sat by the window deliberating on what to do. I had to do something, as strong as she was I didn't want her to have to do this for the rest of her life. However long that would be. The way she was she could just make one small mistake and that would be it. She was far to fragile.
It had been about four hours when I made up my mind. I wanted her to see me the real me, even if she didn't know what I was. I would decide what to do after from there. So I picked myself up off the ground brush off my clothes and walked into the Double meat Palace. She was the looking just as beautiful as always despite the tired expression displayed on her face. I walked up to the counter, she heard me approach and plastered a fake smile on her face. When she saw me the smile fell replace by a puzzled expression.
"Can I help you?" she asked me but I could see her still studying my face. I asked if they sold souvenirs. She must have thought I was insane an incredibly tall, pale, and beautiful man coming into a fast food place at three in the morning and asking for souvenirs. I didn't mean to ask for that but it was all I could think to say, she had me mesmerized. She shook her head no, but said nothing else. All I could think was that I had to get out of there before I did something horrible. Just seeing her that close made me want her all the more. Made me long to hold her close, feel her skin against mine, feel her soft hair against my face. Feel her warm blood flowing into me. For that was it wasn't it. I wanted to be a close to her as possible to fight the age old battle my heart and hers beating in time with each other. But I did not want to harm her. No, I would never harm her. So I mumbled some excuse and left as fast as I could. I put as much distance between us as I could. But I knew it wouldn't last. I knew that tomorrow I would be right back started. In the shadows, always watching, never there.
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