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lestvt · 1 year

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"Night Island Sacrament" >> Ch. 11 *TEASER*

AN: i've been sitting on a half-written chapter 11 for a while now, and its literally over 15,000 words. so, since i still have little to no time/motivation to write, and because it's been over a year since chapter 10 was posted, i've been debating with myself about putting out a teaser over the last few months... ultimately, the only reason i didn't post one sooner was because as an author it felt wrong for me to share any part of the ending before it was actually finished in my eyes. but its been so long now that i decided to just say fuck it and put my arbitrary preferences aside... y'all have earned this lol hope you enjoy!~ xoxo

Excerpt from Ch. 11: "Rinse, Repeat"

“Do you remember the first time I saw someone shoot you?”

Lestat halted in his search for a victim to look at me. “Of course,” he said, sounding just a bit cautious of his answer.

“He was a soldier,” I recalled. “You chose him because you liked his cleanliness and the way his uniform was fitted to his shoulders. I hung back when you approached him; I’d warned you that it was a bad idea, and I was right. He must’ve been the superstitious type, because as soon as he turned and saw the hunger in your eyes, he shot you square in the chest. It came out the other side.”

“You tell the story like I wasn’t there.” Lestat couldn’t hold back his self-satisfied smirk. “I barely flinched.”

“But you did, and I shouted your name without thinking. It drew the man’s attention to me. He opened his mouth as though to speak, but then you threw yourself at him, and he cursed at you instead.”

“He had no flavor,” quipped Lestat. “And he ruined my favorite coat. Such a waste. I made sure his death was painful.”

“Yes, that’s exactly what you said when it was over. There was a gaping, gory hole in your chest, and you were ranting about how you would explain it to the tailor, as if you’d done something terribly embarrassing rather than a cold-hearted murder.”

A laugh. “What made you think of that?” he wondered, expression trapped somewhere between amused and uncertain. Then, as an afterthought, “You could hardly bear to look at me for the rest of the night.”

“I was trying not to think about the wound.” What I didn’t mention was that when he turned his back, I was unable to tear my eyes away from where it had exited his body.

“So sensitive... Were you worried?” he teased.

I shook my head. “I knew it would heal through the day. Still, it seemed so… wrong. The human in me was screaming that it was unnatural, that you should be lying down dead. When we returned home, Claudia took one look at my face and broke out in hysterics.”

Lestat hummed thoughtfully and peered into the distance ahead of us for a while.

“Well, you’re wrong about one thing,” he muttered, uncharacteristically subdued.

“What's that?”

“I didn’t flinch because of the bullet. It was hardly the first time I’d been shot.” He paused, exhaling through his nose. “I flinched because you cried out for me.”

I stared at him, unable to find the words to respond.

We continued to walk like that for some time, quiet, not necessarily uncomfortably so, but not easy either.

Eventually we wound up by the pier; it was a week night and late enough now that most sensible people were at home in bed. A few harrowed souls remained however, inhabiting the man-made island as though it was their natural habitat. I suppose it was in a way.

Lestat took an abnormally long time to choose our victims that night. More than once he seemed to have made up his mind on some handsome older man or rich mistress, but right when I expected him to make his move, his gaze would shift away, as if he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Until at last we came upon a young man smoking outside a bar, completely average in appearance and dress. For him, Lestat did not hesitate.

The alleyway we took him to would not have been my first choice, but along with my sense of shame, it vanished around me as soon as my fangs were in his artery. Distantly I was aware of Lestat caressing my hair and whispering to me in a low tone, but I could not focus for long on anything other than the pure contentment of blood searing its way down my throat and a great sense of relief.

At some point the whispering stopped, and as I pulled back slightly I realized Lestat had begun to drink alongside me, practically cheek to cheek. His proximity only served to enhance the sensation.

We shared three lives that way, all unremarkable, unmemorable, except for in what they provided for us. Eventually, in the middle of taking our third victim’s life, it dawned on me that Lestat was choosing them precisely for their blandness, so that their true use as catalysts was ever more apparent in contrast. And as that final life drained away beneath my tongue, I found I was not wrought with guilt, but with a burning sort of gratitude.

Only when he released me did I realize Lestat had been gripping my arm, fingers so tight they might’ve bruised me, had I been mortal. As it were, it served as an anchor. When he pulled away and I watched him dispose of the evidence of our assault, the truth of it fully struck me. It seemed as though if he did not come back soon, I would float away.

But I didn’t. I remained where I was, with my feet planted firmly on the wet, gritty concrete.

Then at last he returned to me and, hand-in-hand, we began in the direction of home. The walk was silent, same as before, but as soon as we made it to the beach, Lestat wrapped his arms around me and took to the sky once more. I held onto him just as tightly as he'd held me, both from fear and desperation, neither of which were related to height.

We landed on the roof of the coven apartment all too soon after, using the access door there to descend the sterile white and gray stairs to the floor which held our separate rooms. As we approached mine, Lestat swung the door aside using only his mind. At the same time he maneuvered me with his hands to face him.

I gave him a curious look.

He leered back. “Do you have something you want to say?” When I didn’t immediately respond, he pressed on. “That’s your problem, Louis,” he scolded, though it came out as a joke. “You have all the right questions, but none of the confidence to ask them.”

“Or none of the confidence to ask you,” I countered.

Lestat simply chuckled at this. He leaned in and kissed my cheeks, then my nose and forehead, and finally he gave me a gentle shove into my apartment. I scowled at him, but allowed it nonetheless, still too wary to speak against him.

“Be good.”

So he ordered, but as the door clicked shut and locked at his will, something dark and lacquered in guilt bubbled up inside of me: thick, pulsating, pungent disappointment. Just as quickly I wanted to swing it back aside, to throw myself into the hall, screaming. Instead I simply walked to my room and laid down in my bed, certain he’d done this to me on purpose.

With Lestat just next door, I suddenly longed for my hideaway more than ever. Beneath the blanket, I felt uniquely cold, bereft. Even with the heavy curtains still drawn from days before, I was exposed.

To put it bluntly, I felt rejected.

He was right there. And he wanted me, clearly, but for some reason he didn’t want me. And none of it made sense. Had I done something wrong? I was as compliant as I’d ever been tonight. So, why wasn’t he taking what we both so obviously craved? Surely he didn’t expect me to initiate.

But he was waiting for something, that much was frustratingly clear. Otherwise the day would not have come for me so soon…

#the vampire chronicles #loustat #writing update #my writing #jj says #EDIT; whoops i put the title of chapter 10... lemme just fix that shit real quick yikes

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strongermonster · 2 years

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i taught a baking class for 12 year olds today and we made your garden variety chocolate chip cookies, but i’m a big believer in Questioning Everything and the who/what/where/why/when/how behind things, so the first part of the class was purposely letting the kids do things the wrong way, to show and explain why we do things the way we do.

“why do we bake cookies at 180 for 9 minutes when we could do 400 for 2 minutes?” -enter the godawful lump of coal with a still gross wet and uncooked inside

“why do we have to scoop out little cookies instead of doing the whole tray?” -ok well that one you can technically do if the spread is even. you just end up with one giant, structurally unsound cookie. “PLEASE CAN WE MAKE GIANT COOKIES” (we did make 1 giant tray cookie)

we talked a lot about why consistency is important, but i don’t think it really hammered home until i said “okay everyone gets ONE cookie, that’s fair, right?” and then handed out cookies of hugely varying sizes. + baked one fat lump of a cookie that still wasn’t done at the 9 minutes, vs the regular one i put in that came out charred by the time the first was actually done.

we also made a row of cookies where each one had one single differing ingredient omitted, like a cookie with no flour, or a cookie with no butter, and laid them all out on a single tray to bake together to see how each ingredient affects the outcome.

two of the little girls added cocoa to their cookie doughs until it matched the colour of each others skin to make best friend cookies, and that almost made me tear up a bit 🥺

got briefly distracted (...for over half an hour...) talking about how eggs form when someone cracked an egg and it had 2 yolks

expertly tolerated being asked how old i am (just turned 31 the other day) which was immediately followed by asking if i watched the moon landing live on tv

was so focused on keeping track of all the kids that in the end i forgot to make a cookie for myself, but it’s ok because one of the girls gave me this

tiny..........

#jj stuff #i was so hesitant to do this bc i'm Tired and i don't have enough free time as it is + no matter what anyone says covid IS still a Thing #but i actually had so much fun.......... i forgot how much i like teaching kids............................

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lethargix · 1 year

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i’ve been too on twitter i need more barry and nohobal mutuals here 🫶

#jj says

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tojisloft · 1 year

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"i can fix him" well i can take him as he is. unhinged and dangerous.

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mooonlightin · 2 years

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friendly reminder that i have a discord server!

moonlight cafe is exclusively for 18+ members of the lgbtq+ community. i am looking for mods too so let me know if you're interested<3

#moonlight cafe! the server<3 #jj says

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redhoodie1723 · 11 months

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even more duos!

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 6 part 7 part 8

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spitblaze · 9 months

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Im soooooo tired of serious Prestige scifi. Where's the silliness. Where's the craft store costumes and props. Where are the labors of love with shoestring budgets. Where is the CAMP

#spitblaze says things #mske scifi camp again!!!#pls know that i say this as a great enjoyer of scifi #im just. tired of the super sleek jj abrams future. gimme something with some character. with colors besides silver and blue #doin numbers

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mattmurdeaux · 11 months

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Whenever this man uses "Miss", I melt 😩

#daredevil #matt murdock #charlie cox #yeah the jj one had no flirty intentions #but he still sounded sexy saying it #but it's very telling that two of these are for flirting purposes smh matthew 🙃#she hulk

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darby-rowe · 1 month

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jj maybank would be the typa guy to walk into your room, flex, then leave — all without saying a word.

#🧸; dally speaks #i do this to my sister all the time #instead of flexing it’s just me saying hi 😁#obx #jj maybank #jj maybank prompt

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jodistorian · 1 year

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they match <3

#my moid ex classmates used to say female detected opinion rejected so heres the misandrist version #jj stuff #radfems do interact #radfems do touch #radblr #terf memes #radfem memes #radfem safe #radfems please interact

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lustnluv · 2 months

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thinking of the obx boys with their girl’s parents

jj and rafe know your parents don’t trust them. jj is hurt by the fact because it’s another adult thinking he would end up like his father. some days he will piss them off on purpose if they push him too much. while Rafe couldn’t give two shits about it cause nothing gonna stop him from seeing his girl. he’ll sneak in to see you, half cause he missed you and half cause he wants to get caught. especially if he’s balls deep in you.

john b charms his girl’s parents and the mother falls for it instantly while their father is unsure because of the constant run in with the law. he wins him over eventually.

pope is the golden boy. of course parents will love him at first sight. he’s invited to dinners and they don’t think twice when they don’t see his other hand for awhile.

#pretty girl says #outer banks #pope heyward #pope heyward smut #pope heyward prompt #jj maybank #jj maybank prompt #jj maybank smut #john b routledge #john b routledge smut #john b routledge prompt #rafe cameron #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron prompt

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lestvt · 2 years

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i went from being obsessed with murderous middle aged men to being obsessed with slightly different murderous middle aged men and i think thats incredibly fat pussy energy of me

#this is a post about gay cannibals and gay pirates youre welcome #ofmd #jj says

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starch1ldz · 2 months

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Me and my best friend are on s11 and have noticed a weird increase in jj just.. Following spencer around. Never is it the other way around, it's always jj? Why are you following him around if you want him to stop being himself(direct quote from s10). Be SO fr. I want to like jj because she started off as one of my favorites but she's just starting to make me REALLY mad(kinda illogically I'm admittedly being dramatic.) Like how can you have friend like Spencer Reid and treat him the way she does?? That last thing kinda goes for the whole team, the way they get annoyed with Spencer when he's telling them things makes me like physically violent because he's so interesting when he talks??? Like how would you not want to hear about what he has to say. And it's somehow only gotten worse the farther into the show I get.

#star child speaks #star child has too many opinions #star child has too much to say #it makes me mad #like wdym youre not listening to him.#i love his silly facts #spencer reid criminal minds #spencer reid #criminal minds #dr spencer reid #spencer reid fanfiction #im mentally unwell #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds x you #jj #jennifer jareau #jj criminal minds #bau team

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princessbrunette · 4 months

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this is somehow jj and rafe about kook!reader

#and it’s rafe saying it #jj x reader x rafe

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mooonlightin · 2 years

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been a couple months since i’ve been around but happy pride month angels♡ i resat an exam & it went terrible, i got my 4th tattoo - a little star on my wrist &&&&& i became obsessed with heartstopper!!!

#i love pride month!!!#&&& its my birthday month toooooo #jj says

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lydiaas · 1 year

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it's giving: but I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain / And it's 2 a.m. and I'm cursing your name

#brought to you by the look on her face when she says she'd rather argue #jj x kie #outer banks #obx #obxedit #jiaraedit #jiara #outerbanksedit #jj x kiara #jj maybank #kiara carrera #jjmaybankedit #kiaracarreraedit #jiarasource

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