Jerry Springer Show
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.
Camera's clicked into life.
America's most realistic show kicks into action.
"Hello and welcome ...." Jerry's voice, calm and precise over the hooting sounds of his audience. "Today our guests are people who have been cheating on their lovers and have now decided to come clean".
The audiance momentarily quieten. Then, a universal "owwwwwwww" seems to reverberate around the room.
"Meet Lestat ...." camera pans over to the blonde haired demon sitting composed on one of the uncomfortable, notorious Jerry Springer Stools which get slammed across the room frequently during the shows. "Tell us about your lover".
Lestat sighed and leaned back, annoyed by the constant creaking of the chair, and the seeming villagers-about-to-torch-down-the-beasts-castle attitude of everyone in the room. "Well, Jerry. My lover and I have been dating for a very long time. Recently, I have been denied the affection I crave and so I turned to another person for that comfort".
"Awwwwww" The crowd sigh together.
"So this person has no idea you are cheating on them?" Jerry confirms.
Lestat shakes his head evilly.
"I can also tell you this person has no idea what the show's topic is about today. So everyone stay quiet whilst Lestat leaves the room and we bring on the lover".
The room becomes quiet, as if by the command of a great leader.
Lestat risesa from the uncomfortable stool, brushing his garments down elegantly, before retreating to backstage.
Jerry turns to the crowd, a naughty smile playing on his lips "Now, lets bring out the lover!"
Some deplorable excuse for music begins to play, and a figure emerges from backstage. Uncertain and fearful green eyes glance at the people around him as he walks onto the stage and takes a seat.
A massive whhhoooooop comes from the crowd at the sight of a thin and frightened male.
"Yes, the lover is a man!" Jerry confirms, bringing further whoop's from the crowd.
"Louis. You were a plantation owner from New Orleans before moving to San Fransisco when you were threatened by a bunch of religious fanatics called the Talamschka".
"Talamasca" Louis corrected, his green eyes glancing suspiciously at everyone chanting his name in the crowd.
"Right, yes. The Talamasc'ah. You have a special someone in your life at the moment? Someone who you absolutely idolise?".
Louis eyes light up in love "Ah, yes. Lestat de Lioncourt, my lover. We are very close. I think he brought me here to ask me something".
"Ask you something ....?" Jerry echoed. "Well, we'll see right now! Lestat come on out!"
Lestat comes out onto the stage, dancing for the crowd who delight in his over-exaggerated feminine steps.
"Lestat, you have something to tell Louis?" Jerry said, cutting straight to the point.
Lestat breathed out a little and turned to face Louis. Louis was starting to worry at this point, and his hand was trembling.
"I have been seeing someone else" Lestat said quickly.
Louis looked horrified, and then turned away from Lestat speechless.
"And speaking of the other lover" Jerry said gleefully. "He's right here! Lestat's other lover! Come on out!".