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A View to Torture
by Hannurdock
Rating: R/SLASH

Disclaimers: The characters from the Chronicles belong to Anne Rice.

These stories are purely for pleasure and 'What if's'. 

Nothing is meant to infringe upon the author's rights.

I am doing this for fun and I love sharing my stories with others.

Pairing: Louis / Santiago
Summary: Prequel to 'The Unlikely Lover'.
Santiago - POV.

Our relationship, once golden, had turned to bitter ashes.

Louis had fallen out of love with me, and no wonder.

His love left him the moment I struck him so long ago.

I continued hurting him, for if I could not have his love then I would have his pain.

Pain. Deep red in colour. Screams of agony from his lips.

Oh, I know that everyone thought of me as they do wife beaters, but it wasn't true.

Something died when Louis became absorbed in his books.

His love for me.

I couldn't stand watching him, seeing the pages consume him like I never could.

So I took my vengeance, and through the most terrible of pain I could inflict.

Yet, I had always loved him.

My love did not die, but it had been mutated into something truly awful.

Every moan of pain from him, I felt truly horrified that I could have stooped to such a low level.  I was expecting Lestat to come at any second and beat me to a bloody pulp with his fists, but he did not.

I slowly realised the reason. Lestat was engulfed in his new life as a rock star.

Louis, was becoming like a phantom. He seemed not to dream any more. Indeed, he seemed more the revenant to me than most revenant's I had ever seen.

This worried me, but I tried not to let my worry show.

After all, Louis lived in his suffering state and seemed oblivious to the suffering of others.

Armand came and went, his dark eyes filled with compassion when he saw what Louis was like before me, subservient and quiet.

I expected an attack, but for all Armand's ranting and raving, he never dared to take Louis away from me. Maybe he was waiting to be asked by Louis to help him. Maybe not.

The point is that Louis was fearful of displeasing me. He would never call on Armand to help him. He didn't believe in Lestat coming to rescue him.

Rescue him from my love? My love for him was indeed thankless, which is why I loved hurting him. It was the only emotional response I ever truly received. Indeed, one cold evening I ran a bloody whip along his injured back as he cried out for release, even death. I enjoyed his slight and pitiful struggling, and enjoyed his pain.

Then I saw the last person I ever truly imagined looking at me with a harsh expression on her face. She was inside my room!

I knew at once she was the Mother Of Us All, The Queen of Heaven. I had seen her profile and portrait a thousand times before this night. I dropped onto my knee's beside her.

Then I saw him.

Akasha held me on the ground, kneeling before her as I struggled to free myself and lunge at the intruder.

But, I could not move.

I realised to my horror I had been touched by a demon, and that my reckoning had arrived.

The End

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