ooc; Also Bad Dream because again, I love the pain of Louis/Lestat angst

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  • Bad Dream:I’ll write my character having a nightmare about yours, or vice versa.

For the past several nights I have been having the most vivid  nightmares. In the dreams  I am mortal again in David’s body- or Raglan’s body, I suppose- and I am running down a great corridor. At the very end there is a  grand oak door which I cannot open because my mortal limbs are too weak, but after several moments of shoving the door finally gives way! Louis is on the other side- it’s he who has opened it. He is dressed in the finest formal attire-  fitted blazer, fine silk tie, and shiny gold cufflinks pinning his shirtsleeves. His hair is gathered back the way I like it at the base of his neck. Beyond him there is a  luminous ballroom filled with our immortal friends and acquaintances: Armand, Gabrielle, Marius, Pandora, Maharet, even Santino and Eric are there. Every single one of them and they halt in their dancing and there is a deafening silence as they stare at me for a short eternity. And then they  laugh uncontrollably, pointing fingers at me, at my predicament. I have  been kicked out of their exclusive club.   

It’s by this time I search wildly for Louis again- you know how dreams are, easy to lose track of people. I find him on Armand’s arm  guffawing  pitilessly,  and  the wickedest, most self-satisfied glint in the little imp’s eyes. I am outraged and embarrassed. I  storm up to Louis and I grab hold of his well-pressed lapels and shake him. I order him to put a stop to this nonsense, to turn me back already. Let me back in your club.

Then something sharp in my lower back. I twist and see a second Louis,  a crueler  Louis, has driven a knife straight into me.  With his mean lips he kisses  me coldly before pulling the blade out. I fall,  bleed out, and die  right there on the ball room floor with peels of laughter echoing around me.

My dream life has never been very subtle.

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