(Crossover with the movie, Darkness Falls)
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.
Lestat closed his eyes and tried to ignore the voice calling to him.
"Not now, not now. Can't you see I'm watching 'Phantasm'" Lestat mumbled, switching off his DVD player and finally responding to the voice.
Its urgent. Its Louis. He's out of control. He's gone mad.
I was driving Lestat's cadillac carefully. The gentle hum of the engine concealing a much more powerful machine. It was very calming, the gentle breeze around me. Trademark of a soft top.
Suddenly, a youth ran in front of the car.
I slammed on the breaks. Cursing, I felt the car skid on some wet tarmac and rotate swiftly. Abruptly and with a large hissing sound, I came to a gentle stop.
The headlights were directly centred on the youth.
A small boy. No more than six years old.
I got out of the car and walked swiftly over to the lad. "What on earth are you doing? Didn't your parents teach you how to cross the road?"
His little face was dripping with sweat. His eyes widened with terror.
"What's wrong?" I asked softly. I tried to touch his shoulder to reassure him, but he flinched and backed away from me.
Of course, it could be that he saw the monster in me. Being a vampire is hardly reassuring to a child.
"Don't ... Don't look at her ..." The young boy said, shivering.
"Who?" I asked, trying to read his confused mind. Only one image came to mind. The image of a ghost with a mask that lived in the dark. A night terror.
Suddenly, I was knocked aside viciously, and I fell helplessly onto the pavement with a loud smack. I shook myself, and looked back at the boy who was helplessly screaming in terror. Above him stood the creature from his mind, the thing in his nightmares.
"Dear Lord ..." I gasped, as the evil creature reached out to the boy.
"Stay in the headlights" I shouted, as I ran across the tarmac to confront the creature myself.
It turned. A hideous howl came from it, a tremendous unearthly moan. Then, it moved towards me at a terrifying speed.
I caught it by the throat and held it away from me as it took to the air, carrying us both and wailing in that horrible fashion.
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