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Lestat de Lioncourt (i_liveforever) wrote in we_coexist,
@ 2010-02-25 19:45:00

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lestat de lioncourt, sam winchester

starting another book (open)
Lestat was bored.

Boredom was dangerous, with Lestat around.

He'd taken to filling Aeon Flux's apartment with straws more often, making her more harried and unnerved. He'd taken to following Dr. Henry Jones Jr., whistling his theme song. He'd taken to lounging in bars with a glass of red wine, writing in a leatherbound journal.

He couldn't find Mona. She must be gone. Dr. Wilson was too busy most of the time to be much of a help in alleviating his boredom. He kept, as always, a close eye on Hannibal and River. And he knew this place was down to only one crazed hormonal female that might try to ram a piece of wood through his heart.

That was just fine.

The pen scratched across the fine paper, and the vampire smiled darkly behind his purple glasses, even though the bar was dark enough already. A stray though assaulted him from across the room, and he fought back a laugh.

This would be fun.

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i_liveforever
2010-03-03 07:40 am UTC (link)

The vampire's eyebrow rose.

There was a lot of power, here. Not a witch, not quite. But power like that. Like a magnet to him. And a pretty face? Ah, it took almost nothing to captivate Lestat.

He pushed gently for the name and almost laughed out loud at it. Winchester? And... a demon hunter? Hadn't there been a Dean running around, with Aeon of the Bendy Straws? Hee.

He could not help the grin on his face, but his fangs stayed hidden.

Both eyebrows rose and with a pale hand, Lestat gestured to the other side of the table where there was an empty seat.

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i_needsaving
2010-03-03 02:37 pm UTC (link)

Sam paused, a whisper of something otherworldly tickling the edge of his perception. It vanished almost before he was quite aware of it, but it wasn't demonic. At least nothing demonic from his own world.

His head tilting curiously to one side as the stranger invited him to sit. He shrugged, not seeing any other empty seats in the immediate vicinity, and headed that way.

"I hope I'm not imposing," he said, coming to stand beside the chair indicated. "I'm Sam, by the way." It seemed only polite to introduce himself if they were going to be sharing a table.

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i_liveforever
2010-03-08 04:53 am UTC (link)

Imposing.

Lestat pondered the meaning of the word, and a light eyebrow rose. Not in the sense that he was stepping on anyone's toes, no. But Sam was tall, broad... he was, indeed, imposing. Lestat marvelled to himself at how words could mean so many different things that didn't connect.

"Not in the slightest," the vampire said. He closed the leatherbound journal he wrote in and laid the pen-- gel ink really was amazing, was it not?-- across its embossed cover with a hand that was a little to pale and a little too graceful.

He nodded at Sam's introduction, toying with how to respond. Hello, Sam Winchester. Sam who? My name is Lestat. Your eyes are lovely. Where's the Colt? Do you think it'd kill me? Where's your brother? Can you really pull demons out of possessed people?

The vampire smiled gently, but there was something predatory behind that gentleness that he did absolutely nothing to hide. "Hello, Sam," Lestat said. The memory of his beloved Sam Spade novels came back, and he decided that Sam Winchester was an okay kid. Arbitrary decisions were just fine and could be taken back later.

"I'm Lestat."

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i_needsaving
2010-03-08 11:41 pm UTC (link)

If the pregnant pause before the foreboding smile gave Sam cause for concern, he disguised it well, though it it took a bit more restraint to keep from starting--if not leaping from the table--at the introduction.

"Lestat," Sam echoed, nonplussed. It shouldn't have surprised him. If there was an Angel, why not the vampire Lestat?

He wasn't about to go reaching blindly for a slaying kit, he knew that not all vampires were created equal, but he would have been lying if he'd said it didn't make him wary.

"I'm sorry," he said finally, "This is just a little bit surreal."

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i_liveforever
2010-03-12 03:11 am UTC (link)

Angel? Really? Did EVERYONE steal his thunder, lately?!

"I get that quite often," the vampire said. Sam's thoughts were amusing to the extreme, but he didn't let that show on his face beyond a slight twinkle in his eyes. "It really shouldn't be all that big a surprise. You know what this place is." Both eyebrows rose and fell to illustrate that point.

Sam did indeed know what the City was, how it worked. "And I thought you'd be used to the preternatural by now."

He smiled. So much fun! He only wished the more hot blooded Winchester brother were here, too. Making Dean throw a tantrum would really rate on the list of Things For Which Lestat Should Receive a Beating.

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	i_needsaving 2010-03-12 04:11 am UTC (link)
	Sam couldn't help but laugh under his breath. "You'd think," he said, "I'm still getting used to the idea that I may well be a fictional character, myself." And he'd thought it was bad enough having books written about his actual life! "You should be glad my brother isn't here," he mused. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

i_liveforever
2010-03-24 05:05 am UTC (link)

Lestat narrowed his eyes.

"Would that be so terrible?"

The vampire smirked again, and his argument was one that he thought was entirely sound and totally logical. "I mean, you're well-written, at least. You're pretty. You're not boring. Sure, your life is tough, but when you consider some of the people I've met here... Sam, the cards are all stacked in your favor."

He thought of some of the more unfortunate souls he'd met. "I mean, Jesus Christ, it's not like you're stuck being Lara Croft or something, is it? Or poor John Coffey."

Mmmm. The other brother.

"Why? Too many attention whores at one table?"

When he smiled this time, he let the fangs flash. Just for a second. Believe me, kid, your brother would try to give me a hard time. Try being the key word.

About the only thing of substance he'd seen Dean do in his time in the City was screw Aeon Flux. Lestat couldn't blame the boy, really. Were he mortal, and without connection to young Dr. Lecter, he'd probably do the same. He wondered for a moment what a vampire she would be, with her rare gift.

Her body, he decided a second later, would reject the blood.

Right?

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i_needsaving
2010-03-24 01:30 pm UTC (link)

"Right," Sam said with another wry laugh, "And this face of mine has made my life so much easier..." He paused mid-protest, realizing just how many times his face--Dean called it the puppy thing--and the way he tended to be a gentler contrast to his brother's bad-boy edginess had smoothed things over during an investigation.

Even without the flash of fang, he realized, he knew that Lestat was dangerous, and more so because he seemed so unassuming. Sam could smell the power coming off of the vampire--almost taste it. Similar to both the vampires and demons he'd encountered in his own world, and yet, unlike anything he'd ever sensed before. He shook his head.

"Or too much ego," he parried, trying to shake the thoughts of taste and blood. Not again, he told himself. Never again.

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i_liveforever
2010-03-24 03:56 pm UTC (link)

Lestat's face was not glib, but shone with the understanding of Sam's thoughts about his situation, his looks, and what Lestat had just pointed out. The boy was getting it.

Good. A good realization to have, in a place like this. The "puppy thing" would continue to get Sam his way--certainly with women, and likely with quite a few men, too. Lestat could imagine circumstances where it would work on David. Or himself.

And the boy was realizing the danger, here. Thoughts of power earned Sam a low nod, and Lestat did his best to convey images, through thought, of Akasha, that this was how he'd come by that power. Akasha first and foremost made him unkillable.

The vampire was certain. He'd tried to die, a time or two. And only chains of Maharet's hair, the strongest and oldest of them all, since the Queen's death, could hold him while he raged, now.

Too much ego.

Lestat laughed a real, uncalculated laugh then. He was really starting to like Sam Winchester. Sam was amusing, as well as all those other things that he was.

Over his own laughter, he caught the thoughts like easily-pitched softballs. Taste. Blood.

The vampire cocked his head and leaned forward, toward Sam. His gut reaction of 'never say never' would not get more information about this out of his newfound... friend? Object of desire?

He could be nice, here, he knew. Or he could dance right over all the lines he knew to exist and he could pry. He could try to force it.

There were those that would be proud Lestat was even weighing the option of leaving this boy alone.

A little push, then. Just small. Tiny. And there it was. His mother on the ceiling, a man leaning down, Sam very tiny, blood, taking that blood....

The vampire's eyes shone. This was astounding! He had to stop from asking a million questions! How interesting! He'd never met a human who'd drunk demon blood! And suddenly he understood about that little hum of power he felt from Sam.

More than anything, he wished that Sam could have told him what that blood tasted like.

"Too much? No such thing," he purred. The placement of the comment made it clear he was not talking about ego.

Sam, exactly how telepathic are you? How much power is sitting across the table from me? An eyebrow rose with the silent communication. Can you put thoughts in my head, like those of my kind can?

He waited.

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i_needsaving
2010-03-24 08:59 pm UTC (link)

All at once, Sam became aware that there were layers of the conversation of which their exchange of words had not even begun to scratch the surface. There was flash of images and impressions from another time and place, and he was reminded briefly of the premonitions he'd had when Azazel's "gifts" had first manifested.

He swallowed thickly at the chain of memories their shared thoughts triggered; of Ruby, and the hunger he still felt for the dark, seductive power he'd once known. And then Lestat was speaking, both aloud, and in Sam's mind, and it was all he could do not to jerk away--to slam some kind of mental barrier between them, and flee.

Sam had only ever tried projecting thoughts to Dean once, out of desperation, never bothered to pursue it any further--but Lestat's mental invasion made his temper flare. He pushed back. Conjuring images of how he had once been able to hurl even the most powerful of demons across the room like rag dolls, of crushing the life out of them with only a thought. Recalling how he had felt at the height of that raw power, with the promise of more. Of black eyes, and white light, and...

No, he thought, clenching his jaw--and his fists--as he cut off the train of thought abruptly. That's not who I am.

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i_liveforever
2010-03-27 02:02 am UTC (link)

Azazel.

That was juicey.

Lestat thought briefly... had he encountered an Azazel? There was Memnoch. There was the demon that Maharet wrote about, the demon that went down into Akasha and Enkil and made them crave blood, the demon that began as a stinging swarm. There was the Mayfair 'demon,' the Taltos. Lasher.

There was Claudia.
There was Merrick.

Even the vampire had memory lanes he did not much care to traverse.

Sam didn't pull back as fast as Lestat thought he would, but when he did the mental barrier put up to keep him out was impressive. Bricks and mortar and steel keeping him out, now, with the powerful thought of 'no' surrounding them.

Raw power, indeed.

There was no way in hell Lestat was going to leave someone this fascinating alone, now.

He smiled somewhat cruelly, like he'd put one over on Sam, when in reality it was kind of the other way around. Part of the vampire wanted to goad Sam into breaking that persona out, into throwing him like he was a rag doll. He wanted to see it. He wondered if Sam loved Ruby.

"I have," Lestat whispered, "my answer."

He absently shook blond hair over his shoulder and moved his lips as though he'd purse them.

"Do you know what happened to my eye, Sam?" he asked, thinking about the entire unpleasantness and, more precisely, of hell and Memnoch. He remembered fully what it felt like to have only one eye, and knew that without question, one eye looked decidedly bloodshot and more human than the other.

It was Lestat's way of making peace. Befriend the boy, then lead him into temptation, maybe...

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i_needsaving
2010-03-27 02:31 am UTC (link)

Alone with his thoughts, for the moment, Sam leaned back in his chair with arms crossed. Casual, yet still slightly defensive at the same time. He didn't want to think about whether or not he had ever truly loved Ruby, or if they had both simply been using each other, so instead he turned his mind to what he knew of the vampire Lestat.

"I can't say that I'm entirely familiar with your story," he said, "But from what I gather, most people who've been to hell come back with some part of themselves missing." Even Dean, whose physical body had been perfectly healed, still bore the scars on whatever was left of his soul.

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i_liveforever
2010-04-05 08:25 pm UTC (link)

"In some cases, literally," the vampire said. It would've been a mutter, if he'd been the sort not to annunciate and enjoy the sound of his own voice so fully.

His point had been simple: everyone had parts of themselves they disliked. After years of saying he'd do wonderfully in the service of the devil, given the chance Lestat had folded like a cheap card table. It had been so simple, too; he'd never, even as a student of theology, realized that God was such a big deal.

Or, really, that God wasn't one of the good guys, either.

There were no good guys. They simply did not exist.

"That particular part of my history is something that I dislike intensely," Lestat said, both eyebrows raising. His face was quite open and honest, but he'd had more than enough time to perfect that. It could all be a trick. He pointed to the eye in question with a long, pale finger and smirked congenially. "It cost me my eye and a large portion of my questionable sanity to get out of, shall we say, a deal I made with the devil."

The smirk became a grin. I, like you and your brother, have learned that god and the devil are a lot more alike than anyone wants to admit.

He shrugged. "I meant no harm. I very rarely do, actually. That's the most common misconception about me. I just like to be entertained. I also find you very interesting."

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i_needsaving
2010-04-05 09:09 pm UTC (link)

Sam nodded, lost for a moment in thoughts about bad guys, less bad guys, and worse bad guys. And indifference. He shrugged. There was something about Lestat that might have put anyone else at ease, which just seemed to make Sam all that much more suspicious, in spite of the vampire's assurance that he was merely bored, and curious.

"I have read that a bored vampire can be a dangerous thing," he mused, confessing to somewhat more knowledge of the so-called genre than perhaps he cared to admit. After all, not all bored hunters shacked up with loose women. Some of them shut themselves up with books. "I also think you have a very good imagination, and if I let have free roam of my mind, you would eventually get bored of me, just like anyone else."

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