Another chapter up, by me and @wicked-felina ❤
Characters: Lestat, Louis, Armand, Daniel, Mojo, Claudia, Yvette.
Words: 3,410
Note: The adoption scene is partly an homage to Lilo & Stitch ;}
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The Last Drop: The Lost Chapters – Chapter 3 – Lost and Found, by Burnadette_dpdl, Rebness
Actual footage of Mojo being adorable, found by @superhiki
Mojo. Lestat’s real son, protective of his dad and loyal, a heart of gold, and basically a living security blanket. Lestat re: Mojo, TOBT:
And before this story moves any further, let me say something about this dog. He isn’t going to do anything in this book.
He won’t save a drowning baby, or rush into a burning building to rouse the inhabitants from near-fatal sleep. He isn’t possessed by an evil spirit; he isn’t a vampire dog. He’s in this narrative simply because I found him in the snow behind that town house in Georgetown, and I loved him, and from that first moment, he seemed somehow to love me. It was all too true to the blind and merciless laws I believe in – the laws of nature, as men say; or the laws of the Savage Garden, as I call them myself. Mojo loved my strength; I loved his beauty. And nothing else ever really mattered at all.
^He’s at least a little wrong, Mojo did alot in this book. He was quietly supportive when Lestat needed it most. He saw through to Lestat’s soul, bc he recognized Lestat even though the physical appearance changed drastically ❤ So many feels for Mojo!
Runners up, or, If I Had to Choose A People: (in no special order)
…There are more but those are the main ones that come to mind, and it’s a long enough list, so I’ll end it there.
You’re right, yes, they did do that in canon, but there is fic in which they eventually brought Mojo to live with them in their home, around the clock, until he grew old (I assume they still dumped him on the little old lady when they went on trips and couldn’t bring him along). So I’ve accepted it as my headcanon ;]
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♠(Louis) It took me some time to warm up to him, and he to me, since our first meeting had gone so badly, but he became a loved member of our home. Lestat does not usually bring home animals. He has plenty of other ways to drive me crazy. As a mortal, I loved horses, and still ride them now. There is a cat who visits. We kept caged birds for some time. In general, I don’t like to keep animals.
[X] Animals instinctively reject us and it is rare to find one who sees us for who we are rather than what we are, and Mojo was such a creature. He could absolutely understand everything we said, and he spoke to us in his own way, we learned his huffs and barks and those happy whines when we would both give him our full petting attention. Lestat still makes some of those noises, secret code sounds which only we know. Mojo has left an indelible mark on us.
*sighs* Mojo was in a way our furry son, and we had to make the hard decision to give him mercy at the end of his life. Letting him go was painful, to say the least.
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In ‘Tale of the Body Thief’, Mojo goes to lick Lestat’s face and (I think) he had blood tears on his cheeks. Lestat gently pushed Mojo back and tells him he must never, never taste the blood—something similar to that, anyway.
Yes, I do remember that scene, but Lestat doesn’t make any comments in canon at that time about turning him.
I always read that moment as Mojo licking his face like he would for a normal crying human, that Mojo ignored the taste, that he did it purely to comfort his big awkward bipedal yellow puppy son ❤
[^Mojo ❤ Lestat and Lestat ❤ Mojo (Raglan James is left out bc he is icky) by @superhiki]
((When I was 11, I wrote a terrible short fanfic from the POV of a vampire dog which Lestat had turned as an experiment. I don’t remember anything about it except that the dog was pretty happy as a vampire dog… it’s lost to time and space forever. Just thought that might amuse you!))
IDK about vampire animals in other media, I’m sure someone has done it, but IIRC, they’re not in VC canon at all. I don’t know if AR has considered it, with all the implications that follow. Could the world survive packs of vampire dogs and cats? Herds of vampire horses?
Vampire
Lions?
Vampire
Tigers?
Vampire
Bears? Oh my…. Could a vampire chimpanzee (or rat!) turn a human into a vampire? Would it matter if the animal was a herbivore or would it have to be an omnivore, like humans are? If the vampire lab in PL is still running, maybe they’re experimenting on animals. #FIC REQUEST.
In some religions, animals are considered not to have souls at all, or that they lack the same type of soul that humans have. in VC, the soul seems to be a crucial element in anchoring the vampiric spirit to its host body during Dark Gift transfer.
Also, just physiologically, not all infectious diseases are transmittable between animals and humans. For example, humans cannot get Feline AIDS and feline leukemia virus (FeLV) from cats [animalplanet.com].
Zoonotic diseases: diseases transmitted from animals to humans through media such as air (like influenza) or through bites and saliva (like rabies).
I headcanon that vampirism is not a reverse zoonotic disease.
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Recycling this from a previous answer; It’s funny you mention vampire animals bc the question was raised, when old age finally started to rear its ugly head for Mojo…
Lestat: What if we could heal him with-
Louis: NO Lestat. No.
Lestat: Just an experiment to-
Louis: We’re not making a vampire dog that’s a crime against nature we have to draw the line somewhere.
Lestat: *pouts*
Louis: *glares*
Lestat: *pouts harder*
Louis: *glares harder*
Lestat: Ok confession time: I already tried to give him a few drops of blood and he was not at all interested. Repulsed really.
Louis: *ragged sigh*
Lestat: It was worth a try!
Louis: Then why were you even asking me?
Lestat: I thought he might prefer yours–
Louis: *slaps Lestat hard across the face and storms out*
I remember hearing about (but not reading) Bunnicula, “a children’s book series written by James Howe, featuring a vampire rabbit that sucks the juice out of vegetables,” but I know that’s not quiiiiite what you were looking for, lol.
^Lookit the widdle fangs! Bunnicula even has the classic “widow’s peak” hairline in their fur like Dracula *u* and a “cape” in the fur?? I think it’s been adapted to an animated series, too.
Other quotes I found about animal-human disease transmission:
Also relevant is zombie animals. In The Walking Dead, there are no zombie animals, and I found a forum where ppl were discussing it (walkingdeadforums.com), whether it’s true that the original comic artist set the canon for that bc he “does not enjoy drawing animals so much,” or whether there might be a scientific reason for it…. Zombie animals are as equally debatable as vampire animals!
♛ Merci, visage gris. It was a long night, with different chapters, always one of my favorite nights of the year. We drink in the revelry of everyone dressed as their favorite monsters and characters… and there are always at least a few extra of “me” strolling around NOLA every year.
This is also the one night of the year I can truly smile widely, show my fangs, and get compliments on how very real they look, and which fangsmith did I get them from? I’ll answer, always with a little bitterness: “Magnus, but he’s long since retired.” I’ll allow admirers to touch them, if I’m in a generous mood.
Sometimes the coven gathers together at a costumed ball for just ourselves, or we’ll decide to throw a charity ball and invite our mortal friends. This year Louis and I stayed in NOLA and spent it doing our own thing.
I don’t carve pumpkins, but Louis does, he’ll do the simple toothy smile style, to let the kids of the neighborhood know we’re open for business, but we also love going to carving contests to see what the truly talented artists can do with just knives and vegetables.
Years ago, we found our pumpkins unceremoniously destroyed, and the culprit in the courtyard, none other than our dearest Mojo, still licking the innards of his victims off his muzzle! After that, we fed him
pieces of raw pumpkin as a treat whenever they were in season, and set the pumpkins for display out of his reach.
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I shook Louis awake earlier than he’s accustomed to so that we could catch as much of the parade as possible. He knows this is the annual drill so he kept his complaints to a minimum. Rushing through the flat, throwing on whatever, there’s little time to dress up, as the parade begins very close to sunset. No matter, there would be three wardrobe changes later on… We caught up with it on Canal.
After that, we dressed up for the trick-or-treaters, and handed out candy at the flat, of course. Candy corn? A strange invention, and some say it tastes awful, but you have to realize there has always been candy that’s been seen as lower-class or disgusting, especially for those who can afford better. I buy it anyway, it’s pretty and smells pleasant.
Louis dressed as a black cat, complete with ears and tail (a costume he recycles far too much) and I, being a witch, got into a heated debate with a precocious little bat-child about which Hogwarts house I belonged to. Louis intervened, gave the child a full-size bar of something she wanted, and shooed her away. At any rate, it’s not resolved.
We changed into the more adult costumes for the clubs and bars, and played the game of chasing eachother from one to another, picking up dinner in the midst of the crowd, no death delivered tonight, a taste of a delicious David Bowie here, a bite of a sexy nun there. Louis says I have a preference for religiously-costumed people, and he’s very right. Holy water for my evil little soul!
For the third costume change of the evening, well, I’ll leave that to your imagination, but it was back home, an intimate moment together *winks*
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