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It was 1982, two years before Tom and his family would unfortunately die. But for now, the Holloways were alive, healthy, and overall a happy family. Tom was the head of the household, then it was Janet his wife, and then their Princess of the castle was Heather. Heather had just turned 16 last week and Tom had just got her a brand new cherry red corvette for her birthday.

Life in Hawkins was only starting to ramp up. There was a lab, that did experiments in town, bad, experiments. And Tom ran the Hawkins Post, which was a very boring Newspaper for this very boring town.

Tom was filled to the brim with secrets, government secrets being the main one. But another one he held to dear life was the fact that he was a bit fucking closeted. Back in the 60's when he came back form Vietnam, he was in a bad state of mind. But somehow, this pale, long haired blonde god like being came into his life. Lestat.

And for the past twenty years, Lestat comes to visit Tom for awhile. In his youth, Tom was so in love and adored Lestat. But now as he has grown older, and unfortunately aged, he finds himself more like Lestat himself. A big ass Brat. Now when Lestat rolled into town, he and his former lover ended up usually going to the next town over to be on the prowl for pretty things to seduce and fuck together. Tom hasn't seen Lestat in a few years though. Tom figured as he ages he will probably see the other less and less. Tom is fully aware that he is...Nothing special, and that he was only a sexy piece of ass in his youth. And that a vampire like Lestat would have no real reason to enjoy Tom to this day.

When Tom heard the knock on his office it had the same beat that Lestat would use. And for a moment his heart stops in his chest, as it always did. Tom goes and opens his office door. The Hawkins Post was technically still open, but he was the only one left.

The man standing in front of him was not Lestat though, and Tom feels a sick twist in his gut like he's been tricked. Not that the man before him certainly wasn't attractive, he was. But he had the same air about him as Lestat did, and it made Tom feel nervous.

"Oh, good evening. I wasn't expecting anyone at this hour...Is there something I can help you with??"

"Are you pleased? Did I surprise you? Do you adore me?" he asked and nearly squeaked when Louis pulled him onto his lap, how easily Lestat settled on it nuzzling their noses and laughing lightly at the possessive way Louis pulled him, he must have looked like a ragdoll and a half! The passionate kiss muffled his little laugh but oh, how he'd melt into it so content. Louis being happy is all he wanted for this silly day, a day where no doubt Louis was missing his sister and family. Would he ever be deemed worthy to fill the gap?

"The streets will be empty, I thought perhaps you'd want to drive to Audubon park and stargaze since it's a rare clear night in December and everyone else will be huddled up in their homes nice and snug, less chances of intrusions and interruptions...or if not we can stay right here. You can read me your book and pet my hair in front of the fire while I lay my head on your lap and gaze at you ever so adoringly" Lestat loved nothing more than having his hair stroked, brushed, played with, second he had a thing for his lovers reciting poetry to him and what was to make Louis read him his book if not close to that. Louis had such a beautiful manly voice, it caressed his ears like velvet...

Last time on the VC's Lestat x Louis Pre-Rue Royal & Claudia @devilsloveeachother @leroilestat

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Eyes would follow Lestat's back to the woman resting on the couch. Her cheeks rosy with the champagne she'd been indulging herself on, assumingly since the blonde invited her into their suite. They would only stay on her a moment, quickly flicking back when the other started talking. He always knew Louis' desires, regardless if he ever tried to name them himself. "Not contained, its only a few hours, give or take." The book was set on the windowsill near him, allowing his body to rise from the chair. "You're always complaining that my nose is buried in a book, I thought a conversation might give us both something to look forward to." There Louis was, still beating around the bush, trying to make it out as if these feelings of connection didn't only stem from himself. He moved towards the chair, standing in front of it and Lestat, making sure not to throw any accusatory looks. "You speak much of this life," a hand extended, fanning across the room, "But I want to know more."

Lestat watched him rise. He watched the careful way Louis chose his words. He did not interrupt him. When Louis finished, Lestat leaned back slightly in the chair, one arm draped over it his expression was unreadable. “More,” he repeated. “You always say that as though it is a simple request.”

His gaze flicked once toward the room before returning to Louis. “You want explanations... reasons. You want this life arranged so it makes sense to you.” Lestat gave a short humorless laugh. “It does not.”

It was not a full moon out, but it was close. About a month ago, Tom hit a wolf with his car. When he got out, the wolf bit him. Since then, he's been going through this...Change.

For instance, he was always put together and clean shaven. It bothered him to not look his best. He was vain in that sense. But since he got bit. He hasn't been shaving, he doesn't care about his appearance as much. He keeps waking up in the woods with blood all over him and tonight was no different.

His eyes reflect in the moonlight, he is hunched over a large body of a elk in the woods. When he hears the snapping of twigs. His head snaps up, his lower jaw, extended slightly, fangs protrude where his K9's were.

he huffs in the direction of the other, his fingers curl more into the elks carcass posessivley. Tom wasn't really in control, he was sort of in this inbetween state. The feral side of him was starving, but Tom was still alert enough to know he can't be caught by anyone munching on a raw elks carcass.

When Louis came into view from the moonlight. Tom has a minor recognition in the other. His head tilting inquistitivly as he looks almost confused to the other.

Tom's jaw hangs open, panting as he catches his breath. He had been just digging into this elk. But he looks now more content to see the other.

"Louis?"

His voice is deeper, rougher, unlike before. His human part of his brain trying to take control, but the feral wolf that now resided in him kept him back. His fingers now clawed, similar but different to Louis nails. They claw into the carcass and Tom bends down to take a large bite again of the elk at his knees.

"Louis..Hungry?"

"You got me a gift?" It wasn't the gift that melted his heart originally it was this rare sweetness Louis displayed in his excitement to give it to him, as if waiting one more day was torture on him. He must still be dreaming, he decided but who was he to not enjoy this pleasant dream so he'd go along with it.

"It's beautiful" he opened the paper carefully as such things were expensive and could be reused and admired the little pocket watch. How thoughtful of him, a functional present he could wear every day.

"Oh Louis!" The moment he opened it his voice ruptured, he held it in his hand as blood tears formed in his eyes and he started to sob from joy. Such a little thing but such a concrete thing , their initials in a heart. Louis might not have said the words I love you but it was right there. "Come here my flower..." He wrapped his arms around the younger vampire and pulled him right into the coffin to smother him in kisses and hold him tightly.

The scent of blood permeated the air followed by the scent of Louis' cologne and the sweat that clung to his skin from the brawl. Oh, how he loved how feisty Louis was, so adamant in his convictions so fast to retaliate and defend himself, to punish those that oposed him. How could he possibly resist, a woosh of vampiric speed and his lips met Louis, his tongue lapped that wound and unnaturally grey violet eyes watched him fascinated. All that rage, all that anger, the roaring inferno that was Louis' fire and he...like a moth lured to it.

"What did they do.." he huskily whispered and so placidly let Louis push and shove him against the door, his little ragdoll if that is what Louis desired. "Did you wound them, cher? Have they learned lesson in respect..?" he asked as his hands cupped Louis' face in pure adoration of his masculine ire as their lips mere inch apart threatened to meet again.

Last time on the VC's Lestat x Louis @devilsloveeachother @leroilestat

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The last time Louis had seen Lestat, he was mangled, eyes bulging, covered in thick scarring, courtesy of Claudia. He knew better than to think that the fire had killed him. All these years, feeling the pull of him as he and Claudia wandered Europe in search of their kind. Part of him was relieved, the other part was utterly terrified. "How?" Louis asked, not sure how he meant it. Was it how are you alive? or how are you here? maybe even, how did you find me? Green eyes darted down to where he was pinched before his thin brows knit together. He was looking at Lestat's hand now, seeing the stark white contrast against the dark of the night around him. Part of him had longed to see that hand again, mourned that he never would get the opportunity.

Lestat withdrew his hand. He flexed the fingers as if testing them. His smile faded into something flatter it was watchful. He followed Louis’s gaze, then looked back to his face. “Fire is not as final as you hoped,” Lestat said. “Nor knives... Nor a child’s devotion turned cruel.”

Tom feels hollow again, like he did when Lestat left him. It's a feeling he should get used to but, it always did sweep the rug from under him.

Right. Be A man.

Though tears are in his eyes, and he was finally, really enjoying life again. All good things had to end. And he shouldn't of banked on being anything other than a snack and a toy again.

He didn't want him to beg? Fine. Tom can't say a damn thing anyways. He just gives up and nods his head. His throat feeling very dry. Damn emotions, damn humanity making him feel things. But in reality he was as cold as Louis and Lestat. Tom had Karen Wheeler after all, she was a long time affair and honestly love of his life...And he was not with her, they only loved when they could in secret. And they could not be together. Tom just never got to feel how Karen felt until now.

And god it sucked. It's karma though, and he should just be...Greatful for the time spent.

"Well....T-Thanks for the experience . I-it was...Nice.."

Tom's voice shakes more than he wants, if he couldn't beg. And he couldn't make the other stay, then all there was left to say was...Goodbye.

"W-Was I at least-..."

Good? Worth it? Will he even rememebr Tom? Does it matter? The question dies on his lips.

"Doesn't matter...I-I guess I'll...See you when i'm looking at you...Mr. Pointe Du Lac...Louis..."