Current mood:	WiPpy
Current music:	R.E.M. - Bad Day
Entry tags:	fic:!abandoned wips, fic:vampire chronicles

The second fic was from a challenge that Kimi made back on the old Rotolli board. Dude, how long ago is that? Anyway, I always meant to write it and it just kept getting pushed aside in favor of other fics. I don't even remember what Kimi's challenge was now, oh! It was to write a fic that didn't involve sex, I believe. Also she wanted Gabrielle in there somewhere. So this was to be something about Lestat being depressed from missing Gabrielle, I think. I have more done of this one, but still not terribly a lot.


"Lestat!" I shout over the mind-numbingly loud music. I'm amazed these mortals aren't all deaf.

He pretends he can't hear me.

I've stopped dancing and so he turns to the boy next to him. Everything is moving except me. This place is one big mass of pulsing, writhing humanity. I've already fed tonight, I can't come to a place like this without feeding first, but it's still hard to push down the thirst that threatens to overwhelm me in such a situation.

I'm not opposed to dancing. I don't dislike going out with Lestat. But this past week has been one whirlwind of activity after another. Clubs, shopping sprees, concerts, from dusk 'til dawn we were out doing something.

Frenzied, that's the word to describe it. Frantic.

He's trying desperately to stave it off, but eventually he's going to crash.

I wish he would confide in me, tell me what's wrong. I'm his lover, for Christ's sake, I don't think I'm expecting too much.

"Lestat," I say his name again, this time not bothering to raise my voice.

He turns back to me, moving sinuously all the while. He is one with the music and while he's here he doesn't need to think about anything else. I lean in to kiss him, moving to the beat. Maybe I won't think about anything else, either.

If he won't tell me what's wrong, the least I can do is be here for him when he falls apart.

*** *** ***

I had awakened to find Lestat still asleep by my side, so I decided to take the opportunity to do a little reading before I was dragged off God knows where again.

When I look up the clock says nine o'clock; I've been up for over three hours yet Lestat is still upstairs.