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The late autumn evening was pleasantly warm, almost balmy, and deliciously filled with the overwhelming scent of gardenia flowers remaining after the sunny day. I strolled the streets of my beloved New Orleans unhurriedly, letting the wind tussle my spread-loose hair. I didn’t much care about people walking beside me. I’d already had my fill early on; I was sated and more or less at peace.
Unusual for my restless soul, you’d say.
Where was I heading on that glorious night? I’ve recently rented out a small recording studio nearby and invited my band there to make a small surprise for Louis. This little song I wrote a few nights ago would be for his ears only. I had no interest in sharing it with millions; however, I didn’t want to do this all by myself. Besides, I joyfully learned that having Cookie, Larry, and Alex around me inspired me in the most positive way. Their endless enthusiasm and critical but thoughtful insight had worked perfectly so far, and I knew it was the right thing to have them by my side.
I mean, there were once times when I did it alone, my sad musical apology at the time, and it worked – well, considering the horrible circumstances back then – it weirdly did work out. But I didn’t have to repeat bad patterns anymore. This particular gift for my Louis wasn’t compensation for any misdeeds. I just wanted him to smile when he’d hear it.
As I approached the destined building, my heartbeat suddenly spiked up. My vampire senses activated automatically. There was another one in there. I could hear the steady heart beating slowly, awaiting.
I stopped and inhaled deeply. It always requires a little concentration, the Mind Gift, and I admit, it’s not my favorite power to use. I’m always reluctant when it comes to scanning people’s and vampires’ minds. Or – in another words – unlike some five hundred and something-year-old vampire, it’s not a perfect skill of mine. It exhausts me deeply; what can I say…
Anyway, I stood there, wary and vigilant, letting my powers take control and identify the threat. I, after all, was completely responsible for my little mortal family. Some uncultured covens, sworn to old, suffocating rules, were already spreading the misinformation about me and my heinous lifestyle and encouraging others to target me and my closest as the outlaws. Let me tell you, if those brave losers had ever tried hurting any of my friends, I would have turned their bones to dust.
To my greatest relief, I sensed no feeling of fear coming from anyone. My beloved musicians were inside, busy with their casual chatting, laughing, and bantering. Whoever supernatural was there, they felt safe and unbothered by their presence. That gave me courage to snoop around a little further. I wanted to know this intruder’s thoughts. I wanted to know what his or her intentions were.
I found nothing. No connection between us. No reciprocation of the similar power in my direction happened. No one was prodding my mind, although I made myself visible for vampires in at least a ten-kilometer radius. This vampire couldn’t read my mind. Neither could I his.
It simply meant it was someone I put on this earth.
My fledgling.
My bloodline.
I resumed my walk to the studio, climbing up the stairs and moving inside the red brick-built mansion with no hurry, thinking about what I’ve found out. The studio was located on the second floor, and every step up was bringing me closer to the mystery visitor.
Or was there any mystery in this visit at all?
I could feel how my heart, previously unnerved and highly alarmed with the unexpected guest, calmed down, getting back to its solid, steady rhythm. The other heart, strong and willing, responded accordingly, wasting no time to synchronize its beating with mine. There was only one person whose heart could create such a bond.
My beautiful one was here.
I could swear that the air became electric.
I opened the door, almost shyly, and came inside the recording room.
For a longer moment, I just stood there, thunderstruck, gradually basking in a glorious feeling of tenderness and pride.
They were all in that spacious room, my brilliantly skilled bandmates, and Louis, the one and only ruler of my heart. I took a deep breath and almost wept. Believe me, I was so close to tears that I had to pinch my leg in order to bring myself back to reality.
Larry, with his large black headphones on his head, stood by the music panel and corrected or adjusted the sound, nodding his head to the rhythm only he could hear. Alex and Cookie were sitting on the chaise lounge, holding a sheet of paper in hand, and discussing something about its content with fervor. From time to time, they laughed as if they had read a really good joke.
And then, there was him.
There is no one more endearing and wonderful in the whole wide world. Well, not for me, of course. Don’t get me wrong, I love people; I love them plenty, but I really love only one. My heart belongs totally and irrevocably to only Louis. My friend, my love, my eternal companion.
Oh, the way he looked made my knees weak and hands tremble.
He was wearing black, loose sweatpants, hanging low on his hips. A light, cotton, long-sleeved greenish blouse with a crazy bone spine imprint on his back rolled up a little, exposing a delicious sliver of dark skin, which I instantly wanted to shower with kisses. His hair was meticulously combed into amazing finger coils, and I felt equally delighted and dreadfully jealous because someone else but me had the privilege to touch his pretty head and soft hair. He kept his ankles folded, and I could see the hems of his white socks peeking out of classic black sneakers.
I knew I was grinning like a fool. But seeing Louis right here, relaxed and comfortable, murmuring something under his nose while watching the video, feeling safe and sound amid my trusted group of musicians and friends, was like a soothing balm spread on my soul. For a while, I didn’t dare to come closer. All I did was watch him, melting inside like a snowman by the fire.
How much I love this man is impossible to tell in one word. A thousand wouldn’t do him justice, or ten thousand. He’s my end and my beginning. My dream lover and a true soulmate. I would not survive the world without Louis in it. I wouldn’t ever want to.
Many of you may say that we are not a good match. Some of you, even now, would want to save Louis from me, claiming that my love for him is possessive, dark, and violent. You’d say I don’t give him space enough to breathe or worse, that I am capable of hurting him again. Others would state that Louis can never understand me the way I want him to. That he would be always cold, uncaring, and forever oblivious to my cries for attention and love.
Putain de bordel de merde.
Do you even know us at all?
Just focus, would you?
His heart is now beating in a perfect sync with mine. We can’t control it, I swear. As I get closer to him, the secret pull between us is so strong that I can barely gather my thoughts. His breath faltered too, though he tries hard not to show it. I see his hands tremble slightly, but wait, are these goosebumps crawling on my skin? I’m so excited, and I feel humbly shy at the same time. I just want to hold Louis in my arms already.
Louis clears his throat, still choosing not to look at me, but I see his shoulders shake. A small moan escapes my mouth, and he finally lets out a smirk.
We exchange:
“Hello, Lestat.”
“Hello, Louis.”
I know it's rude, but I only grace my bandmates with a weak ‘bonsoir, mes amis’ and a limp wave of my wrist, but they know me better than to feel offended. I hear loud whistles and cheers, and one firm "come on, guys, let's give them space" from Cookie, who won’t take no for an answer, and I almost lose my grip when they leave, all laughs and knowing looks shared between them. I love them so much.
When the room is empty at last, I go down on the carpet like a cat, folding my legs and nesting comfortably by the side of my beloved. Louis turns his beautiful head in my direction, and an angelic smile lights up his face. He's really happy to see me, and I can't help but gently brush the side of his smooth cheek. He closes his laser-green eyes and sighs with contentment. He's warm and vibrant, perfectly at peace with his nature.
That’s my beloved man. My perfect vampire. My dream husband.
Oh, and it’s not like we now live in a perfect household, where all we do is stare at each other with goofy loving smiles on our faces. We still argue, scream, and hold fucking grudges. But then we talk, listen, and try to understand why we argue, scream, and hold the fucking grudges in the first place. Who knew that communication could be so alluring? Louis once complained that I only try to pick up the fight because I can later apologize and make up for it. I mean, he’s not entirely wrong… Making up with Louis is in the top three things I definitely love to do together.
Still, I am a brat prince, and he’s a tamer. Or we play it like that.
The best part of it, though, is that Louis accepts me now just the way I am. And I will always do everything for him.
“What are you listening to?”
Louis smiles even wider and pauses the screen where I can see a blurry concert recorded with the shaking hand of a fan.
“A particular rock star has become very popular lately. I decided to give him a chance.”
“Is he any good?”
“He’s not bad.” That smile will be my end, I swear. “I’d say he’s an unpolished gem. Rough but authentic. Rasp and fucking energetic. He’s lucky to have such professional and generous support around him, though.”
I grin like I won the lottery.
“Yes, the band sounds excellent. He chose them well.”
“But I have to say he’s also giving his best. His voice, his looks, his energy... So compelling! And, oh my God, the way his body moves…” Louis rolls on his back and stretches. The shirt goes up and exposes another part of his impeccable skin, shining in my eyes like liquid caramel. I feel my fangs descend at the lovely sight of his naked abdomen. I’d lick it clean for hours. “I’d love to taste him a little.”
“Louis…”
“I missed you.” He winks and opens his arms for me to come. I obey in a second, and we lie there together, bodies pressed tightly one to another.
“You missed me?” I ask, but my voice breaks, and I sob quietly. I will never be tired of him saying this.
“And let me show you how much I did.”
I drown in the heat of his sweet kiss. I forget about the whole world around us when his hands rake impatiently through my hair and when he pulls them hard enough for my head to arch. I forget myself completely when he bites my neck and hums with pleasure while drinking my blood. I float high every single time he whines from pleasure under my touch. I sink inside him with ease, and he takes me with no abandon, with a furious shout and unfiltered devotion. Our completion could ruin the entire building if we let our internal fire roam unrestrained.
I came here to record a song for him, but our bodies together work better than an entire orchestra, and we’ve created a masterpiece.
The one and only song for us.
(I just don’t know how to title it!!!)
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