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Sins of the Past Post 12
by the Brat Queen
SINS OF THE PAST
A SPECULATION Post
*word*=italics, used for emphasis, thoughts or dreams.
_word_=emphasis in thoughts or dreams.
:word or sentence:=something spoken telepathically.
Time: immediately after sunset.
Nicolas's eyes opened the precise second that his body felt the
last ray of the sun disappear from his corner of the earth. He
immediately got out of bed and went into Louis' room. The other vampire
was still asleep. Having no patience for this, Nicolas took him by the
arm and dragged him into the other room, caring little whether Louis woke
as he did so or not.
He did wake up and the green eyes stared at him silently from
underneath his dark lashes. Louis looked much as he did the night Nicolas
had first met him. His hair was undone, his clothes had been torn and his
eyes seemed devoid of any human emotion. But those were Nicolas's clothes
and it was Nicolas who had taken him in and offered him the safety of his
Temple and Louis had taken and taken and then given his betrayal in
"Is that what you think it is?" Louis asked. "That *I* have
betrayed *you*? You who have spoken nothing but lies to me from the very
moment you saw me?"
"Stop reading my thoughts!" Nicolas snapped.
"They escape from you just like everything else you try to
control," Louis said.
"Lestat certainly didn't escape from me," Nicolas said. Louis
flinched at this and Nicolas took the opportunity to try to force his way
into Louis' mind. He didn't get far before Louis shoved him out but he
had gotten far enough to discover one thing.
"You *loved* him!" Nicolas gasped in shock. "How could you, Louis?
After all that he has done to us how could you side with him!"
"I'm beginning to think that you'll never understand," Louis said.
"Understand? Understand? What am I to understand, Louis? That
after all his selfish evil and all the words you have spoken to me of how
you long for the truth that all this time you have been living this sick,
incestous lie!" Nicolas rubbed his hands and began to pace. "It's no
wonder that you've lived this long. All this time you've been slutting
yourself to the strongest vampire around so that you'll get their
protection. Armand, Lestat, now me."
"I never *slutted* myself anywhere!" Louis said. "And only
someone as sick as you could look at my bonds of love, yes love, to Armand
and Lestat and see it as something parasitic. I offered my friendship and
trust to you and what do you do? Take the first chance you get to kill
the one who made you, who made us both!" Louis made a dismissive gesture
with his hand. "How sad you truly are, Nicolas. For all your talk of
your precious 'new rule' all that it comes down to in the end is petty
revenge. The Lover Scorned. I expected more from a man of your
intelligence. I clearly overestimated you."
"How dare you!" Nicolas moved as though to attack Louis but Louis
didn't even blink. He abandoned this and went back to absentmindedly
rubbing his hands. "You have no idea of what I have done, of the work I
have accomplished! Do you think that tricking you here was the be all and
end all of my preparations? This is the work of centuries! It took *my*
work for Cleopatra to come back from her near death, *my* efforts to break
into the Talamasca, *my* research to discover that vampires could call
spirits such as Lasher, *my* planning to render Ash infertile and *my*
influence for Morrigan to even exist in the first place!"
"As I understand it," Louis said wryly, "Michael and Mona had more
of a say in that then you did."
"Ha!" Nicolas said. "Do you think that goody-two shoes Michael
would have laid a hand on his 13 year old niece if I hadn't been outside
of the window pressuring him to do it? It was my presence Mona felt that
night, not Lasher's."
Louis frowned. "What of Julian?"
Nicolas waved that off. "I care little for the ramblings of
ghosts. All that mattered to me was that the female Taltos be made. Of
course, after Michael destroyed Lasher's body, I had to rethink my plans
but Aiken proved more than willing to help and, as you already know,
Lasher was quite grateful when I brought his spirit form back from the
"All this effort so that you can kill us and create a legion of
Taltos to turn the world to your 'new rule'?" Louis asked. "Armand was
wrong. You're not an Akasha groupie, you're a Juliano groupie. You've
mixed your ideas of revenge with an insane scheme of world conquest and
you expect everyone else to follow you as though you were the Pied Piper.
Well forgive me, Nicolas, but I've too much of a rational mind to go along
for the journey."
"You went along with it when you thought it suited you," Nicolas
said. "So long as you never had to lift a finger and expend a little
effort you went along with it just fine. Your problem is that you are not
a man of real action."
Louis' green eyes narrowed. "Do not tempt me into action,
Nicolas, for I will give you your just reward for attacking Lestat!"
"I'll kill you first," Nicolas said.
"If I die," Louis said, "I'll drag you into Hell with me."
"I've been to Hell," Nicolas said. "I know more of Hell than you
ever will. It is time, I think, for Hell to pay Earth a little visit."
A knock at the door startled them both. Cleopatra entered.
"Nicolas," she said. "The Talamasca fledgling has arrived and he has
brought the Taltos girl with him."
"No," Louis said. "I can't believe that. David would never do
such a thing."
"The Talamasca does many things that would surprise you, Louis,"
Nicolas said. "I have found some of my best assistance from them."
"David isn't Talamasca," Louis said. "He's a vampire now. He left
them for Lestat."
"And yet he's acting in his own self-interest," Nicolas said. "How
unusual for someone who agreed with Lestat to act selfishly."
Louis looked away.
"What do you want me to do with the girl?" Cleopatra asked. "Leave
her alone with Aiken?"
"What indeed?" Nicolas said. "This is truly the beginning, we must
do something to mark it." He turned to Louis. "What do you think we
should do, Louis? How shall we ring in the new order? Come, tell me and
Louis stared at him icily. "If you think that my redemption lies
with you," he said, "you're more insane than I thought."
The pain in his hands was all the kept Nicolas from lashing out at
Louis. "You go too far!" he said. "You have pushed me past the point of
any forgiveness. I sever all ties with you as of right now, Louis. You
are as *nothing* to me. I only regret that I ever gave you my blood."
"Well," Louis said as he bit into his palm, "Allow me to rectify
that." He slapped his bloody hand across Nicolas's face, leaving a bright
red smear over it.
Nicolas screamed in rage. He grabbed Louis by the hand and threw
him against the wall. He held him there with his weight, twisting Louis'
arm painfully. "Is this what you like?" he asked. "The pain? Is that
what you want? Do you miss Juliano that much? Fine! You shall have
He released Louis and turned to Cleopatra. "We shall ring in the
new order as is befitting this Temple and have a Memnoch Sabbat. Aiken
will start the birth of the new Taltos right after we end the death of the
old vampires. Starting with Louis. He shall die just as his beloved
Lestat did. The scythe then the fire! In fact, let's have a grand
sacrifice. Gather all our prisoners together, including those two girls
that we got earlier. They shall all die tonight."
"No!" Cleopatra said. "Ramses and Julie are *mine*! You promised
that I could do with them as I pleased."
"So?" Nicolas asked. "You were going to kill them anyway. What
does it matter if I do it now?" Nicolas brushed past Cleopatra as he left
the room. "Do what you must to prepare but we will have this ceremony
before the night is over. And, Louis," he said, pausing at the door, "You
should be nice to me or I might not scatter your ashes. Imagine living
the rest of eternity in that monstrous shape. I don't think you'd like
Nicolas left then, his mind swimming in the idea of the Sabbat.
As he closed the door to his chambers behind him, he heard Louis say
"Cleopatra, please listen to me." but he ignored it. *Let Louis try to
get away,* he thought. *He won't get anywhere and his failure will make
his death all the sweeter.*
As he stepped out onto the alter hours later, Nicolas could not
help but think that Juliano had known what he was doing when he created
this. The feeling of Power that he got as he walked to the center of the
alter was like nothing he had ever felt before.
To his left was Morrigan, tied spread-eagled to the large wooden
table in the middle of the alter. To his right was Louis. He had not
been tied down though a steel bar had been bent around his wrists which
were held together behind his back. His long, dark hair spilled forward,
hiding his eyes from view. Nicolas ignored him and turned his attention
to the others.
When he'd rebuilt the Temple he designed the alter so that it
could be raised from the ground whenever he desired and as he looked down
at the supernatural beings beneath him, he was glad that he'd thought of
it. The vampires had all been given Trevor's formula and the others had
been bled but Trevor's formula had a nasty habit of wearing off and who
knew how effective bleeding was in disabling the others? The last thing
he needed was for one of them to attack the alter at the wrong moment.
From the looks of the Temple, they'd put up quite a fight. Nicolas was
glad that he had not had to deal with it. The alter was now high enough
that they could not even reach it if they jumped. Mortal guards were
lined up along the sides of the Temple in case they tried. Cleopatra,
Lasher and Aiken stood at the far end of the Temple, waiting for his
signal as well.
He then checked to make sure that all his enemies were there.
Marius, Armand, Rowan and Ash stood together in one group. Ramses and
Julie were slightly apart from the others as Ramses cradled the weak Julie
on the floor. Jesse stood next to them, supported by another vampire.
Though Nicolas had never seen this vampire before, he knew who it was.
"David," he said. "You've changed since I saw you last. In more
ways than one. Though, ironically, age is not one of them."
"You *know* him, David?" Marius looked stunned.
"We met, briefly," David said. "Decades ago. I had only just
joined the Order when he approached me and asked if I wanted to help him.
I turned him down. I knew he was a vampire but I didn't know who he was.
I reported it to my superior, though strangely nothing came of it."
"That's because your superior was already working for me," Nicolas
said. "Too bad you didn't do the same. You might have been able to live
past this night. You do understand, don't you, why I have to kill you. I
do appreciate that you brought Morrigan to me but if you think that it
would appease me and keep you alive, you were mistaken."
"I had my reasons," David said. "A conversion to your beliefs was
not one of them."
"Indeed," Nicolas said. He turned to Louis then. He took Louis by
the chin and pulled his head up so that he faced him. "And you? Now that
your final death is upon you, do you feel a need to convert, my Lady
"Your comparision is an apt one, Nicolas," Louis said. "For I will
not join you."
"And so you shall die," Nicolas said. "But, unlike the others,
your death will not be a sacrifice. For your betrayal to me and the new
order, you shall be executed."
"Is that your executioner?" Louis asked as he looked over Nicolas's
shoulder towards something behind him.
Nicolas followed Louis' gaze and saw a figure standing at the back
of the alter. He was dressed in a monk's habit with the cowl pulled far
enough forward so that, like the executioners of old, his face could not
be seen. He held the scythe in his hand and Nicolas could see that the
blade was still red from Lestat's blood. Nicolas smiled. Cleopatra had
"Yes he is," Nicolas said. He left Louis and walked over to
Morrigan. She squirmed in her bonds. Nicolas laid a hand on her leg to
calm her. "Easy my dear. I know that the scent of Aiken must be driving
you insane but you will have him soon. There is only this business to
attend to and then he can come forward and fill you with his child. But
first, the unpleasent details."
Nicolas stepped back and addressed everyone in the Temple. "The
vampire Louis de Pointe du Lac has been charged and found guilty of
multiple crimes of deceit and betrayal. For this he has been sentenced
unto death. Has the condemned anything to say on his behalf?"
Louis squared his shoulders and remained silent.
"Fine," Nicolas said. "The Executioner shall now do his duty. May
the Devil take no mercy on your soul."
A silence descended upon the Temple. Those below the alter
watched as though paralyzed. Only Jesse made an attempt to move but David
held her back, shaking his head as he did so.
Nicolas watched this with delight. His every nerve was on fire as
he thought of the scythe slicing through the neck of the beautiful bastard
Louis. In fact, he could almost feel the scythe against his own neck. It
wasn't until he moved back slightly that he realized that it was.
"Ever get the feeling oh, right about here--" the point of the
scythe rubbed up against the base of his skull "--that you've forgotten
Nicolas whirled around in shock. His executioner was right there.
The hand that was not holding the scythe reached up and removed the cowl.
"Hello, lover," Lestat said. "Miss me?"
"You're dead!" Nicolas cried. He tried to move away but found
himself backed up against the table. "I saw you die! *He* said you were
dead!" Nicolas jerked his head towards Louis, Louis who had ripped the
steel bar apart easily and was now standing freely.
"I believe you are mistaken," Louis said. "I said *if* Lestat was
dead then I would want to die too. As you can see, my words were true
from the start. As for the rest of it," Louis shrugged, an evil grin
shaping his lips, "you believed what you wanted to."
"Then die now!" Nicolas cried. "Guards--"
"Stay right were you are unless you want to see your fearless
leader's head detached from his shoulders," Lestat said, holding the full
blade of the scythe against Nicolas's neck. The guards halted.
"How?" Nicolas asked. "I saw you die!"
"It was a *trick*," Lestat said. He shook his head in amazement.
"Honestly, Nicki, you need to get out more. That has to be the most basic
disappearing act in the book. A bright flash of light then poof! Hell,
watch David Copperfield or Penn and Teller for goodness sake! I didn't
even do it well! Even Louis knew I wasn't dead. Although, I'll admit, he
had it easy. He knew it because I let him know beforehand. You know,
Louis, that little bond of ours really comes in handy."
"No argument there," Louis said with a smile.
"What about the ashes?" Nicolas demanded. "If that wasn't you then
what was it?"
"Are you still harping on this?" Lestat asked. "Gods, even
Doubting Thomas needed less proof than you. The ashes weren't even part
of it, that happened by accident."
Lestat rolled his eyes. "Does it look like I'm wearing the same
outfit? Here's a quick scientific fact for you: when you set clothes on
fire, they burn! That sun wasn't gentle on my blood-drained skin you
"So long as something hurt you," Nicolas said. "I'm satisfied."
"I'll give you satisfaction," Lestat said. He drew the scythe back
then sliced forward. Nicolas dove out of the way and the blade cut
through the bonds around Morrigan's legs. Lestat then reached up and cut
the ones around her hands. "Get up, cherie. Oncle Lestat and Oncle
Nicolas have some work to do. Louis, I'm sure you can take care of things
"Of course," Louis said as he helped Morrigan get up from the
table. He fixed a cold stare on the Temple. "I can more than take care
"Perfect," Lestat said. He took off the rest of the robe so that
he was dressed only in the shirt, pants and boots beneath it. "Now
then--" he grabbed Nicolas by the throat and bared his fangs. "Shall we
have a vampire's duel?"