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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_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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