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.
I awoke with a blazing headache. I looked around myself and stumbled unelegantly towards the bathroom clutching my side. My whole body ached, and as I reached the mirror, I gazed back at my reflection without the slightest hint of recognition.
Who am I?
A mop of blonde hair half covered the features of my face. I shook my head, and my hair sprinkled over my shoulders. I almost fell.
I squinted at the glass. I had deep blue eyes, no, grey eyes, and my skin was quite tanned. I was quite a handsome guy, and I couldn't help but smile to myself, at this hunk before me, and as if by magic the reflection smiled right back.
I glanced down at my clothes. They were crumpled and torn, yet my body had not one scratch. I looked around myself at the small and modern bathroom, and felt a familiar sensation settle over me.
I had been here before!
I stumbled out of the bathroom and collapsed in a smallish livingroom, upon a nice and cosy leather chair. I was just falling into a much desired sleep when the front door caved in and three soldiers stormed into the room.
"Who are you?" The first man asked, brandishing a rather large weapon.
"Don't shoot!" I said, raising my hands instinctively, as they cuffed my hands behind my back and slammed me against the wall.
"What's your name? Answer me!"
I was becoming tired of this. I was shoved back into the leather chair as the three soldiers rifled through the drawers of the untidy and quaint little room.
"What are you doing here?"
"How did you find this place?"
"What is your mission?"
I shook my head in confusion, allowing the blonde strands of hair to cover my head and block out the confusing people above me. I tried to break free of my restraints and was amazed by the sudden snap of the chain. I was free? I was exceptionally strong.
"What should we do with him?" The soldiers were unnerved by the blatant and unrestrained display of strength I had demonstrated by breaking my bonds.
"Take him with us! We either do that or kill him".
Kill. I felt a sudden excitement. I shook my head, and glanced at the people who were moving about the room. One by one, the soldiers removed their head gear, allowing me to see their faces for the first time.
"The house was sealed off less than an hour ago" A young man with brilliant blonde hair shouted from the doorway "Some sort of toxin was released into the room. Whoever this guy is, he should be dead"
Dead. Kill. Dead.
"My name, I ... I think its Louis" I stammered as I watched the leader of the team taking notes by my side "But, I can't remember, or be sure of anything. Its all so confusing. I have no idea what has happened or who I am".
The soldier nodded gravely as he continued writing notes. "You're going to have to come with us, son. We can't afford another mishap".
I shrugged, what else could I do?
I was led roughly down a passage which resulted in a large and heavy metal door.
As we reached the door, I found the physical affects of the toxin wearing off and I began to question the leader. He was remarkably unforthcoming.
Finally, I shook him by the shoulders and demanded an answer.
"An hour ago, an underground research facility shut down completely trapping both staff and scientists. We have been dispatched to contain the matter and evacuate the survivors" The leader said, backing away from me slightly.
Another young man pushed forward with a strange device in his hand "There are no life forms inside, well, this is odd, maybe one??"
I looked at the door in amazement. An underground research facility??
Just then, as if prompted by the thought, a flash of memory came back to me. It was only short, brief, but it was important. I knew it was important.
"I don't want you going in there" I said to the black haired man. He was standing in the livingroom of that bizarre and quaint little house, his hands neatly folded. "Let me go instead!"
"You know they'll suspect you. Can you promise not to get carried away if they try anything ....? I didn't think so". I looked into his eyes beseechingly. Brilliant green eyes. They shone in the dim lamplight of the room, but his skin was so pale. He looked cold, and I wanted to wrap him in my arms and never let go. "We owe this to Sara. We have to do this!"
I shook my head to clear the memory.
The solders were attempting to pry open the metal door, and once they had achieved this, we all stepped into the complex.
The main corridor was empty.
We stepped through carefully, into a small room with a dozen computer systems housed inside. "This is the main computer room".
"This is amazing" I breathed, turning to look at the monitors above me. They were linked to video camera's mounted in various rooms in the complex. "Its all underground, how can this be?"
The three soldiers were gazing at the computer screens, and I found my opportunity to slip away from them. The complex was massive, and I easily found my way to the lower floor via the staircase.
The computer system was tracking my every move. Camera's were following my movements as I continued along corridor after corridor after corridor. Finally, I came to an office.
I slipped inside the office and walked briskly to the reception area. I felt drawn, as if someone were waiting for me, and I finally made my way into a small office.
It was empty of course. I had not seen a solitary soul since I had entered this bizarre complex. The office was in a state of disarray, as if some sort of struggle had taken place. A single coat hung upon the back of a chair, and I rooted in the pocket for any identification.
Finally, I found what I was searching for. A small badge, identification card and a photo.
Sara Long. Age 26. Administration Assistant.
The memory of the strange green-eyed dark-haired man came flooding back to me, and I pushed it aside impatiently.
I returned everything except the identification card to the pocket I had taken them from. I sat at the desk, stretching out my legs under the table, and tried to access the computer.
I scratched my head. Password?
It was a long shot, but I decided to type in the bizarre name that had invaded my thoughts for the past half an hour. The password was correct. Why was my name in the computer as a password? Were Sara and I lovers? Then, how to explain the dark-haired gentleman who had spoke her name so passionately in my lingering memory?
What on earth was I involved in?
A noise, like someone dragging a chain along the floor, caught my attention and I arose immediately to my feet.
"Sara?" I questioned stupidly. A figure came hulking into view. Something was desperately wrong with her, and I shrank back against the wall as I gazed upon her distorted features. The noise came from the twisted foot attached to a silver buckle dragging behind her. Good Lord! She looked horrific! Her mouth was ajar and her moans were awful.
I caught her and held her slightly away from me as I attempted to communicate with her. Her mouth opened and she tried to bite me, but I held her safely at a distance. What was she? Why did I feel a strange sort of sympathy for this creature? She was dead, her features already becoming grey, and she seemed only capable of biting, eating.
Annoyed, I pushed her aside and watched with sick fascination as she fell with a large thud into a chair behind her. She was staring at me pitifully, her moans becoming more intense.
Enough. I had to find out what was going on.
I walked briskly back to the soldiers who jumped when they saw I had returned. "Okay, what the fuck is going on? I just encountered some sort of dead person in an office! What's happened here?"
The leader shushed me instantly. "We have a lock on the lifeform".
"What lifeform?" I questioned, feeling more out of the loop every second.
"Look on the monitor" The leader said as I turned and watched a single man walk down an empty corridor. The dark-haired, green-eyed man. He was still alive!?
I snuck away again. They were determined not to register my prescence and I quickly made my way down to the corridor where I had seen him walking. When I reached the corridor, I found it empty.
Until the sudden pressure of a hand squeezed my shoulder.
I turned viciously, catching the mysterious stranger by the throat, and shoving him against the wall.
"Who are you?" I said angrily, prepared to drive my fist into his stomach if he tried to bite me like the other creature had. He just gazed at me, his eyes clouding with sudden tears. Red tears?
"Lestat ...?" His voice was exceptionally soft. I pulled away from him and looked suspiciously into his green eyes. His beautiful green eyes.