The night was fading and weeks went by. After Louis’ visit it was almost as if the child had fallen into a sullen state. Her stoic expression had seemed to be permanently cemented onto her porcelain face. She hardly spoke and when she did, it was only towards herself. She did not even look at Louis or Lestat.They did not deserve her thoughts nor attention. She had to take everything in. Louis had been with Armand for the past decades. Lestat had rather tried to redeem himself, but little of it mattered to the infant prodigy. 

She was lost in her mind. It seemed for good. She only wandered the graveyard, not too far from the house in which the sweet reconciled family resided.

She locked her mind away. It was easier that way. So much easier to forget. Perhaps that is what she wanted. If Death had chosen her, it was best to forget what she would have and had lost.

Louis had just fed. He and Lestat were going to meet in the cemetery after they both finished feeding. He was in no hurry as he strolled down the street leading to their rendez-vous point. His mind wandering over their circumstances with Claudia. He had never dealt with her in this state. He really had no idea how to bring her back to present.

As he reached the cemetery he felt her presence and he could hear her muddled thoughts. He was glad for once that he could somewhat read thoughts now. He was not the best mind reader but he did have little ability now.

He made his way to where she was in the grave yard observing her for a few moments. His heart was breaking at her hopelessness and isolation she seemed to always feel. “Claudia. ma petite belle.” He said quietly alerting her to his presence.

“What crazy talk is this? “ Out of nowhere, Lestat had appeared at his bony black clad shoulder and spoken directly into Louis’ ear. A ghost from the shadows. Lestat adored playing that little trick. It never failed to annoy Louis. And really, he had not had the pleasure of annoying his old companion in what now…years?  One decade? Two.” Keeping to the roof and the sky he had followed his path through the city. Unnoticed by Louis. Never gets old, as the mortal so perfectly put in these mortal days. However, there was Claudia’s presence. Pitiful coincidence. Now he was pressed to share his lovely and terribly missed Louis with her. That naughty, naughty child. Lestat clicked his tongue. Irritation, annoyance and doom thy name is Claudia.

“She wont come. We might as well look for her, Louis.”

The voice of her once beloved did not seem to phase her mind as she, continue to examine the morbid architecture that had been forgotten, by the recent youth. One step then two, her tiny feet walked softly against the darkened grass blades. Ignoring her parent’s battle on her mind.

Although Louis’ voice did not seemed to gather any emotion from the doll, Lestat’s voice had. A simple blink, expressed her own reaction to the narcissistic Vampire. She could feel his presence and annoyance. Normally she could feel Louis’ far greater than Lestat’s. But, years had broken their bond. Claudia knew it as much as either of them.  

Turning her head ever so softly, her delicate curls fell over her shoulder. There was nothing but graves. She was alone. Just how she wanted it. A deep hatred begin to fill within her pupils, but her stoic expression had never altered. “Why do you both even bother?” her velveteen voice echoed through the crypts. “I do not wish to see either of you....it is nothing personal. You annoy me is all.” her tongue mimicked, that of her father. The smart Brat he was.

porcelainreeper

Louis was stunned when he heard ‘Bon jour.’ He could have sworn the voice behind the door sounded like Claudia. That was impossible she had died years ago. When the door opened and her head pokes out from the crack Louis took a step back dropping his suitcase. He closed his emerald eyes for a minute then reopened them again. His hand went to his mouth when she did not disappear.

Non, non, non she is dead this is not right. He must be going insane. Didn’t Jesse see her ghost? Lestat had seen her ghost as well. She cannot be here. His eyes narrowed on her his head tilted to make sure it was her. “Bon jour.” He replied quietly. If this was Claudia she would have recognized me, he thought. He has done it again he decides. He made another one who looks and sounds like her.

He shakes his head wondering when will the brat ever learn. Louis frowned asking her, “Oui, je suis ici pour voir, Lestat. Qui êtes vous, ma chère?”

He stepped forward slowly. Hesitant because he did not want to scare this child. “Je suis Louis. Il est maison?” He inquired.

The night was fading and weeks went by. After Louis’ visit it was almost as if the child had fallen into a sullen state. Her stoic expression had seemed to be permanently cemented onto her porcelain face. She hardly spoke and when she did, it was only towards herself. She did not even look at Louis or Lestat.They did not deserve her thoughts nor attention. She had to take everything in. Louis had been with Armand for the past decades. Lestat had rather tried to redeem himself, but little of it mattered to the infant prodigy. 

She was lost in her mind. It seemed for good. She only wandered the graveyard, not too far from the house in which the sweet reconciled family resided.

She locked her mind away. It was easier that way. So much easier to forget. Perhaps that is what she wanted. If Death had chosen her, it was best to forget what she would have and had lost.

Louis & Claudia <3 

The most perfect DDLG ever 

porcelainreeper

“Oui, I am Louis de Pointe du Lac.” He replied patiently to the child. He watched her thinking she must be young indeed. He sighed his hand running through his hand. Where was Lestat, he thought. You cannot leave a child alone. He should know better.

He noticed her hand drop from the door knob. He saw her faint and moved forward quickly. He knelt down beside her. “Claudia?” He asked still unsure. “Cluadia.” He said firmly. Almost positive it was her. Why would she faint and convulse if it was not her? “Claudia!” He said afraid for her… He saw the tears pouring from her eyes. He tried to stop her from scratching herself by taking her body and pulling it in his lap. He took her hands holding them. “Claudia stop. You’re hurting yourself.”

Tears came to his eyes. “Shhh, it will be okay, ma petite fille.” He rocked her talking to her in a soothing voice. “Hush, s'il vous plaît.”

Shifting within his arms, the child still had not opened her blood stained eyes. She pulled at his clothes and scratched at her arms. The wounds dripped with blood than quickly healed, repeating the process.  Her eyes shot open, ignoring his words. Her spherical almond shaped hues were now a deep black. “You” she growled, her demonic sight caught the face of her once beloved. Her teeth were now at full sight. Her were eyes darker than they had ever been.  “You left me for Armand...you both plotted my death...” she hissed with a deep vocal, almost changing her serene youth entirely. Her angelic face contorted to a wrinkled demon.

“I should have burned you just like Lestat, all those years ago! You are just as much to blame for my demise.You selfish, pitiful, fiend!” she shrieked, pushing and shoving out of his grasp.

The tiny child hissed, than crawled away from the man she once loved. Her anger bowled inside of her, as she began to scrape and rip at the walls around her, destroying the french decor. She shrieked, ranted and raved with a french tongue. 

“Where is he?” she barked. “Le diable!” she cried with a devilsh harmonic tone.”Tu m'as laissé! Tu m'as laissé!” she bellowed, blood tears staining her cheeks. She ripped and tugged at her silken gown, tearing the  fabric, with brutality. “Tu m'a laissé, je peux mourir, seul! Un enfant laissé mourir!” Falling to her tiny knees, she screamed a blood curdling scream, until her tiny frame began to shake.  Memories of the fat man, Henry, Louis, Lestat all rushed through her head. “Non, Non!!!!” she sobbed. “Pourquoi dois-je vivre? Pourquoi ne puis- je pas mourir? Laissez-moi mourir diable!” Her black eyes fell back to their translucent blue. Her demonic features fell from her angelic face, and she coiled her tiny frame into a ball sobbing softly.

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Louis was stunned when he heard ‘Bon jour.’ He could have sworn the voice behind the door sounded like Claudia. That was impossible she had died years ago. When the door opened and her head pokes out from the crack Louis took a step back dropping his suitcase. He closed his emerald eyes for a minute then reopened them again. His hand went to his mouth when she did not disappear.

Non, non, non she is dead this is not right. He must be going insane. Didn’t Jesse see her ghost? Lestat had seen her ghost as well. She cannot be here. His eyes narrowed on her his head tilted to make sure it was her. “Bon jour.” He replied quietly. If this was Claudia she would have recognized me, he thought. He has done it again he decides. He made another one who looks and sounds like her.

He shakes his head wondering when will the brat ever learn. Louis frowned asking her, “Oui, je suis ici pour voir, Lestat. Qui êtes vous, ma chère?”

He stepped forward slowly. Hesitant because he did not want to scare this child. “Je suis Louis. Il est maison?” He inquired.

The child blinked.  She nodded in response. Though she could not utter words. It felt as if her tongue was being  held hostage. Her blue spheres stared at the man before her. Once he mentioned his name her pupils dilated. “Louis?” she questioned. 

Her tiny hand dropped from the golden doorknob.  Her mind began to shift, and  she heard nothing but static. Her dead blood, practically pumped through her lifeless veins. She took a step back, fearful of the man. Her site fell into darkness, as that phrase echoed in her confused mind. “Louis, Louis, Louis my Love!” 

She stood lifeless, staring up at the man before her. A weakness fell to her knees and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Collapsing to the ground, the tiny child, fell into an unconscious state.

A darkness filled her mind as memories flooded her tiny brain, almost exploding the tissues. Bits of black blood began to stream down her closed eyelashes. Blood tears stained her cheeks and she began to convulse. Her tiny body contorted. “Louis!” she shrieked, “No, No, No!” she cried out horrifically, scratching at her soft flesh.

Mimicking the dolls had become a habit of tragedy. For the child had forgotten the years she roamed the earth. Alone and lost, in search of her love, her companion. The curse of the young had eaten her, swallowing her whole. The poor vampire had not only survived her youth, but it was her own demon as well. Forgetting whom and what she was, had become the norm. She knew she was a damned child. So she became a damned child, in spirit and physicality. Claudia had forgotten so much of her past, that her mind fell in and out of mortality and immortality. Who and what she was, was changing every which minute. She could be kind and innocent, confused and scared, angry and betrayed. She never knew which Claudia would arise from it’s own dark depths. The years and decades had taken a tole on her young brain. For she was just to young to made. Her mind had swollen with so much knowledge, lust and malice that  in which, she had gone mad. Eating oneself mentally, was a Vampiric trait for the infant prodigy. For she had forgotten who Louis was, Whom Lestat was, and some days she knew exactly whom they were and what they were. She despised everyone one moment, plotting their demise, whilst some days she would fall into a state of immortal bliss. It was a madness she could not escape. For Claudia was slowly falling into dementia.

She had been living with Lestat for four years, since he found her roaming the streets like a wild animal, being held captive by a modern day pedophile. Her father had taken pity on her, seeing her in such a rabid state. She had lost her mind, feeding like the animal she was. She was an orphan, covered in decay and blood. Her social skills had died along with her love for knowledge, music and anything remotely beautiful. She was far more cynical and malicious than Lestat had ever had intended. For she tortured her victums just out of curiosity alone. She was found drugged with large amounts of Valium, which normally would not effect a Vampire as much. But with her size….many things effected her differently.

  As for Louis… she had forgotten him entirely…

Louis had been living the past several years with Armand but as it was for their kind things deteriorate rapidly between vampires. He has spent the years since Lestat and Armand reentered his life moving between the two. When he tires of the antics of one he moves back in with the other. He had called Lestat’s business manager to find out where his maker was currently living. So here he was now on Lestat’s doorstep in San Francisco.

He hesitated before knocking on the door unsure if he really wanted to deal with his maker tonight. They had been through this dance together countless times. He knew the moves quite well. He knew what was expected of him. The tune he danced to with Lestat was as old as time. He was hesitating because this was the longest that he has been apart from Lestat since they reunited. He was unsure how Lestat would take such a long absence.

Finally, he knocked on the door deciding that he may as well get it over with. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other as he waited for his maker to come to the door…

Her blue spheres watched as the flames of the fire lapped at the stone walls of the fireplace. Thoughts raced of confusion. Her mind began to ache. She winced with annoyance, as she contemplated pushing her own tiny body into the flames. 

The child hugged her knees, squeezing them as her muscles contracted. Claudia blinked, letting the anger flood through her viens  Her heart rate quickened and a gulp forced it’s way down her throat. Suddenly a switch turned off. She felt a quick urge to rise from her spot, by the fireplace. With sudden hesitation, a feeling of dizziness overwhelmed the child. Something was wrong. Gathering her balance, the tiny doll regained her strength. Claudia fell out of thought and into mortality. That is when a knock was heard.  A quick gasp of alarm filled her throat. Turning her tiny head ever so slowly, her velveteen voice echoed through the house. “Papa, someone is at the door!” she cried. No one answered. 

The child’s curiosity peeked and Claudia, took quick steps towards the door. She placed her small ear against the wooden frame. “Bonjour?” she questioned. Without waiting for an answer, she stood on her tiny toes, reaching up for the knob. Placing her tiny fist against the golden doorknob, she turned the handle.  Pulling the door slightly, she peered her golden head through the crack. “Est-ce que vous cherchez mon père, monsieur?” As her blue eyes caught sight of the man’s emerald green, her porcelain face fell towards a stoic expression. 

Claudia

“Cherie, as long as you call me mon amour, I shall take the loathing with a grain of salt.” Tonight, he was in a excellent mood, and nothing she said could rile him. Or so he thought.

“For you flatter me!” The child purred as she delicately sat on the embroidered sofa, letting her little knees cease to bend as she scooted deeper into the fold of the seat. “Was I gone that long? ‘Twas but a nap.” She cooed. Little did Claudia, beknowest towards herself, that her sleeps were becoming much more frequent and long lasting.

‘Months, a year?” Lestat shrugged, time was but an elusive concept to their kind. Yet it was not the same for Claudia. His daughter, Lestat feared, had long lost the ability to account for many things, sleep perhaps the least worrisome on that list. 

“Why have you not told me, shared your plan with your father, ma petite chou? I could have watched over your sleeping body. You are so very vulnerable.”

“No, not that long!” The child insisted. For the ancient infant could only remember mere portions of her beautiful death, throughout the decades and centuries. But her life? Her life lingered in her dreams. Blinking, her soft eyelashes kissed the rims of her plump cheeks. “I don’t ever plan on residing in my coffin so long, I…I suppose I forgot to wake.” Her normal stoic expression seemed almost as if it became more sullen, over the thought. “But, how could that be?” Confusion filled her mind and her tiny face winced, as she placed her plump fingers against her forehead. “I’m hungry… For I fear I slept too long mon amour” she cooed.

“Ah, perhaps it was shorter than that? Who really keeps track of such things. Pas moi.” Lestat quickly decided to calm the child-vampire. Her mind was decaying, like that of an old decrepit mortal person who suffers from forgetfulness and brain deterioration. Horrid, truly. Alzheimer. Yet it was not uncommon among their kind, to experience insanity given they had lived long enough. Had not Alessandra consigned her self to the flames? What was he to do? Suppose this new vampire scientist, Fareed, could be of assistance. Lestat grasped her hand and pulled Claudia to his lap. Like a feather, she weight nearly nothing, her pudgy hand a tiny white rose petal in his own. He kissed her golden ringlets. Caressed the soft curve of her pale cheek. “You must feed, my beloved daughter. You’ll feel better when you do. You’ll see all will come back to you, in an instant.”

The child said nothing, as she felt him cradle her in his lap, holding her plump fist. She examined her tiny fingers against his palm. Both complexions of alabaster blurring into a ball. The two were so alike physically that the world did not second guess their relation. Father and daughter, golden ringlets, piercing blue spheres. It was almost uncanny. Whilst Claudia studied his features her memory fell in and out again. She knew him, but his name escaped her. Her crystal hues met his as she winced her tiny eyes with thought. His name started with an 'L' the name fell off her tongue like a lyrical hymn."Louis?"

Claudia

“Cherie, as long as you call me mon amour, I shall take the loathing with a grain of salt.” Tonight, he was in a excellent mood, and nothing she said could rile him. Or so he thought.

“For you flatter me!” The child purred as she delicately sat on the embroidered sofa, letting her little knees cease to bend as she scooted deeper into the fold of the seat. “Was I gone that long? ‘Twas but a nap.” She cooed. Little did Claudia, beknowest towards herself, that her sleeps were becoming much more frequent and long lasting.

‘Months, a year?” Lestat shrugged, time was but an elusive concept to their kind. Yet it was not the same for Claudia. His daughter, Lestat feared, had long lost the ability to account for many things, sleep perhaps the least worrisome on that list. 

“Why have you not told me, shared your plan with your father, ma petite chou? I could have watched over your sleeping body. You are so very vulnerable.”

"No, not that long!" The child insisted. For the ancient infant could only remember mere portions of her beautiful death, throughout the decades and centuries. But her life? Her life lingered in her dreams. Blinking, her soft eyelashes kissed the rims of her plump cheeks. "I don't ever plan on residing in my coffin so long, I...I suppose I forgot to wake." Her normal stoic expression seemed almost as if it became more sullen, over the thought. "But, how could that be?" Confusion filled her mind and her tiny face winced, as she placed her plump fingers against her forehead. "I'm hungry... For I fear I slept too long mon amour" she cooed.

Claudia

“Cherie, as long as you call me mon amour, I shall take the loathing with a grain of salt.” Tonight, he was in a excellent mood, and nothing she said could rile him. Or so he thought.

"For you flatter me!" The child purred as she delicately sat on the embroidered sofa, letting her little knees cease to bend as she scooted deeper into the fold of the seat. "Was I gone that long? 'Twas but a nap." She cooed. Little did Claudia, beknowest towards herself, that her sleeps were becoming much more frequent and long lasting.

Interview with the Vampire (1994) dir. Neil Jordan

Also known as: Louis and Claudia watch Twilight.

With words of lonely-ness, I cry with confusion and regret. But regret for what, I do not not know. Why, scratches and aches, shifts and turns everything is lost, lost within my thoughts. Thoughts of worries, phrases and memories. So much chaos, trapped within that little, angelic head. So much blood and sadness, knowledge and fear. Another shift, another turn. “Mama!” the child whined as delirium ran through her mind  and infested her being. ‘Tis a crime to make one so young’

Oh god I remember this little bastard. It was from an online game that I loved, you could only play it from 7pm to 7am, if you went to the site before that time it would tell you to come back later.

But this fucking child…you had to sing to keep her sleeping…you have to sing a fucking lullaby to this demon!! Oh awesome is that?

I am so sad this game is not arround anymore *sobs*

Do you remember what the game was called?