merciful-death:

Louis de Pointe du Lac & Nicolas de Lenfent

Based off of the Le Mort Joyeux plot, in which Louis and Nicolas meet in 1970s San Francisco.

Louis’ hand followed the wooden banister as he ascended the steps behind the other vampire.  He moved slowly, reaching the third floor a few paces after this “Nicolas.”  He could hear music playing in an occupied apartment down the hall, a recording of The Beatle’s Hey Jude.  It smelled of incense here too; bohemian indeed.

“Take me to heaven or hell.”  They were the first words he’d spoken since they’d left the bridge.
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The other man’s voice had a soft, beautiful cadence to it, slipping into Nicolas’ ears like a secret. He turned around to face him, his face gentle, playfully inquisitive. He stepped forward, closing the distance between them, breathing in the vampire’s scent, the sound and smell of the blood pumping underneath his flesh. He shrugged, gracefully, his eyes finding those shocking green ones. “How about a little of both, hm?”

ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴍᴇ, “sᴇɴᴅ ᴍᴇ ⚜ + ᴀ ᴜʀʟ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ’ʟʟ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ɢʀᴀᴘʜɪᴄ ᴏғ ᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴜsᴇ’s ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ ᴀᴇsᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄ.”