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Sins of the Past Post 6
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: Late night.
*Daniel is going to die.*
Jesse knew this fact with great certainty and it was the first
thought that came to her mind as she began to wake up. Her only regret
was that it would take her some time to get away from wherever she was,
find her way back to where Daniel was and toss him into the fire herself.
*I don't care if he's a fledgling like I am. I don't care if we're
in the same coven. I don't care if Armand didn't have a date for 200
years until he came along. I'm going to kill him.*
It was Daniel's fault that Jesse was in her current predicament and
not back at the Mayfair house. Daniel had asked Jesse to take his place
in the search for Julie, who had not come back when she had been expected
to. He had been too worried about Armand to want to leave his side, or so
he told Jesse. "I don't know what it is," he had said, "But he's not
acting like he usually does. I don't want to leave him alone, Jesse,
*Last time I do him a favor.* Jesse thought. She had gone to
search for Julie and Daniel stayed behind. Jesse had found Julie, gotten
attacked by a gods only knew what, had her throat slit, blood drained,
body pumped full of some sort of strange blood and then passed out.
Daniel was probably shacked up with Armand in a hotel room in New Orleans.
*I really, really hate him.*
Jesse entertained herself with images of Daniel's demise until she
felt well enough to move. Whatever it was in the blood that she'd been
given had left her with a pounding headache.
"Jessica? Are you alright?" a voice, softly accented, broke the
silence around her. It was Julie. Jesse felt Julie's hand gently brush
her hair back from her face. "Jessica?"
"I'm fine, I think," Jesse replied. She sat up and immediately
wished she hadn't. The pain in her head grew worse. She opened her eyes
and was only minorly relieved to see that there was no light to make her
headache worse. "I can't see a thing. Where are we?"
"I don't know," Julie said. "We're in a truck of some sort and
before this we were in a plane but I have no idea where we are beyond
"We were attacked. They knocked me out not long after they did
you. I woke up a few times while we were in transit but I suspect that
you know as much as I do about who did this or why we are here."
"Which is to say, nothing at all," Jesse said. "Well we're both up
now, let's see what we can find out."
Jesse stood and braced herself against the walls of the truck as it
hit something in the road that made it shake. She heard Julie lose her
balance and caught her before she fell. She was surprised to feel how
thin Julie was.
"Julie? Are you ok?" Jesse asked.
"I'm afraid not," Julie said. "I was hurt very badly in the attack
and have not been in the sun since. I haven't been able to heal."
"We'll have to get you out in the sun then," Jesse said.
"How?" Julie asked. "I've tried to open the doors but they're
barred shut. Our enemy knows what we are, Jesse, he would not waste his
time on jails that would not hold us."
"Perhaps, perhaps not," Jesse said, making her way to the back door
of the truck. "You're not as strong as you usually are, maybe that's why
you couldn't open it. Let me see what I can do."
She found the door in the dark and felt along it until she came to
what she hoped was the part nearest to the latch. She reached underneath
the rim of the door, grabbed it firmly and yanked it upward with all of
her strength. The door rattled, but did not budge.
"Dammit!" she hissed, hitting the door in her frustration.
"What's wrong?" Julie asked.
"My strength's gone!" Jesse said. "I'm as weak as a mortal."
"Do you think it was the blood they gave you?"
"Without a doubt," Jesse said. "You were right on one aspect,
Julie. Our enemy didn't waste time on jails that would not hold us but he
made us to fit the jail, not the other way around. It's a good thing--oh
Jesse hit the door again. "I just realized why I haven't been able
to read the thoughts of the one driving the truck! It's not that they're
shielded, it's that I can't read thoughts anymore. I really am as weak as
"But how?" Julie asked. "The blood again?"
"Yes, though I don't know how," Jesse said. "I didn't know that
there was any drug that could take away psychic ability. Not without
damaging the user at any rate."
"Neither was I," Julie said. "What can we do to stop the effects?"
"I don't know," Jesse said. "I've never been under the influence
of drugged blood before. I think I have to wait for the effects to wear
"Is that all that can be done?" Julie asked. "Surely there must be
something else. Who knows how long this drug will last on its own?"
"Pure blood might help," Jesse said. "If I could get my hands on a
new mortal victim, I might be able to reduce the effects."
"Perfect," Julie said. "I could find one for you while the sun is
up, or perhaps you will have enough time before that to take our driver."
"What do you mean?" Jesse asked. "There's plenty of time, the sun
"No it didn't," Julie said. "Jesse, the sun's been down for hours,
it will be dawn soon."
"That can't be!" Jesse said. "I just woke up!"
"We did travel in a plane," Julie said. "Who knows where we are
now? Your internal clock might be misaligned."
"Vampires aren't like that," Jesse said. "Our bodies are attuned
to the sun no matter where we are. The sun rises, we sleep; it sets, we
wake up. We might catnap a bit at night but our deep sleep is controlled
by the sun."
"It did set long ago, Jesse. I was conscious enough when it
happened to see it," Julie said, gently. "You did not wake up at all. In
fact, until you started to move a short while ago, I was convinced that
you were dead."
"Oh gods," Jesse whispered. "What the hell did they put into me?
Julie, if I don't know when the sun is rising and setting, something is
truly wrong. What am I going to do?"
"Let's not panic," Julie said. She laid a comforting hand on
Jesse's shoulder. "We are still in the same situation as we were before.
You're under the influence of the same drug, only now you know the full
extent of it. Our plans have not changed. Remember that."
"What are our plans?" Jesse asked. "We don't really know that much
about what's going on to plan something around it."
"I know," Julie said. "Our goal is to escape, obviously, but how
to achieve that is uncertain."
"It's probably for the best," Jesse said. "Like you said, our
enemy knows what we are. Chances are that we're surrounded by telepaths.
If we had a plan they'd be able to find out about it."
"True," Julie said. "We shall have to improvise then."
"And even that we will have to keep under wraps," Jesse said.
"We'll have to clear our minds of any revealing thoughts in order to be
sure that our enemy learns nothing."
"Agreed," Julie said.
They sat in silence as the truck moved on. Hoping that their enemy
would not realize that they were awake, they let their thoughts drift
randomly, as a dreamer might. It was an exercise the Talamasca had taught
Jesse and she passed the lesson onto Julie as best as she could. She
didn't know if Julie was successful, but it was better than nothing.
Some time later the sound of the truck hitting bumps in the road
was replaced by the sound of a garage door opening. The truck rolled
forward on smoother ground and the sound of the truck's engine echoed
through what Jesse guessed to be a large building of some sort.
The truck stopped and Jesse could hear the cab door open and slam
shut. The driver called out to someone who answered from the other side
of the room. Jesse felt Julie press her arm and she tapped Julie's hand
to show that she was ready.
The sound of footsteps approached the truck's rear door. Someone
turned a key in the lock and the door was raised. Jesse and Julie were on
them in an instant, tackling the men on the other side before the door was
opened all the way. Julie's opponent was immediately knocked unconscious,
Jesse's nearly pinned her to the ground before a well-placed kick to his
abdomen winded him enough for her to hit him against the wall of the truck
and disable him. A trickle of blood ran down from the man's forehead and
Jesse felt herself become drawn to it.
"There's no time!" Julie said, grabbing her. "These men are simple
workers, they couldn't alert the others. But if you drank from him our
enemy would surely feel it! We must go while we have the chance!"
The pull of the blood was strong, but not strong enough to disable
Jesse's logic. She let Julie drag her along as they ran for safety. The
garage door had been closed behind them and locked with an elaborate
electronic device. A door nearby it was open and they went to that
They ran down hallways blindly, not knowing where they were or
where to go, changing direction whenever they saw another person so often
that they became lost entirely. Jesse kept up with Julie as best she
could but her energy was failing.
"Julie, I can't go on," she finally said, stopping to lean against
a wall. "I'm exhausted, I have to sleep."
"We'll look for a hiding spot then," Julie said, looking around to
see what direction might be the best to go to find such a place. "It
looks like we're in a basement of some sort. It shouldn't be too hard to
find a place to stay."
"No," Jesse said. "I'll stay, you go. Julie you're ill. You need
to find a way out so you can be in the sunlight, you can't stay with me
while I'm sleeping."
"And leave you alone and helpless? I don't think so," Julie said.
She slipped her arm around Jesse and supported her as she walked. "We're
together for better or worse, my friend."
"You don't have to do this," Jesse said. "I'd understand."
"Well I wouldn't," Julie said, smiling at Jesse. They had reached
a part of the basement that seemed to have been unused in quite some
time. Julie opened a door at random, found the room to be empty and
entered. She lay Jesse down on the floor then shut the door and
locked it as best as she could. "You can explain it to me when you wake
up and maybe then I'll dump you."
Jesse grinned, starting to fall asleep. "It's a date."
Time: not long after sunset.
At the main entrance to the Talamasca Motherhouse in London was a
pair of wooden doors that were nearly 700 years old. From a distance
could be seen the marvelous carvings on them of gargoyles and knights.
Closer inspection would show the detail of these carvings: the eyes of
the gargoyles, the crests of the knights, the scrollwork that surrounded
them all. These doors had survived for centuries in near perfect
condition. There were some marks and holes from battles of long ago when
a few well-aimed arrows had hit their target, but this only added to the
beauty of the doors. Otherwise, the doors had lived through the ages as
an homage to the skill of their creator, withstanding rebellions, fires,
natural disasters and even world wars.
Against a 200 year old vampire with the blood of the Ancients in
him, they did not stand a chance.
Lestat exploded through the doors, shattering them to pieces and
stood in the main hall of the Motherhouse. Nearby members of the
Talamasca ran for cover from the flying wood but Lestat reached out with
his mind and barred all the exits.
"WHERE IS LOUIS?" he shouted, the power of his voice deafening some
of the younger scholars. "Tell me *now* or I shall rip this house to
shreds and all of you along with it!"
One of the neonates, a young woman, struggled to her feet and
managed to speak. "Who-who are you? What do you mean?"
Lestat turned on her and affected a genteel smile. "Forgive me,
mademoiselle. I'd forgotten that the esteemed Talamasca has procedures
for dealing with creatures like me. After all, how would you be able to
write about this incident without the proper information? My name is
Lestat, that's L E S T A T, not Lestrad as one of your fools mixed it up.
I am a vampire as many of your members damn well know and I'm currently
searching for my companion Louis and if someone here does not tell me
where he is I will kill you all one by one. Does that make it clear?"
"Lestat!" one of the older members hissed. "Get out of here! How
dare you return after all you have done!"
"Ah, so you do remember me!" Lestat said with exaggerated gaiety.
"How lovely that you acknowledge my existence! But how rude to throw me
out so quickly. What have I done to you to deserve this cruelty?"
"David was my friend, you bastard!" the older man snarled. He
grabbed one of the swords that hung above the fireplace and advanced on
Lestat. "You killed him! You shall pay for this!"
One of the younger men held the older man back before he could
advance any further. "Get out!" the younger man demanded. "Haven't you
done enough to us already?"
Lestat reached forward and grabbed the younger man by the throat and
lifted him off the ground. "I *never* do enough!" Lestat said. "I'm an
overachiever that way. Now tell me where Louis is!"
"Let him go, Lestat," the woman said, moving towards him.
"Leave us in peace."
"Or what?" Lestat asked. "How do you figure to make me? Hmm?
You're not David, you can't make the spirits come after me and even if you
could it wouldn't help. I haven't met the spirit yet who could top me!"
"Oh really?" a new voice asked. "I'm hurt, Lestat, after all we
have met before. How could you forget me so quickly?"
A wind whipped through the hall and centered like a cyclone near
Lestat. The wind spun more and more rapidly until a form appeared in its
center. The shape of a man solidified and the wind stopped.
"Lasher!" the older man said. "Why must you come here?"
"Oh calm the hell down," Lasher said. "I'm not here for your
precious Tessa. She was of no use to me when I was alive, she's of less
use now that I'm not. I'm here for my dear brother, Lestat."
Lestat let the younger man drop to the floor and faced Lasher.
"You're no brother to me, spirit. Now bring me Louis!"
"We're brothers in soul, Lestat, and don't you try to deny it,"
Lasher said. "And as for your precious Louis, how did you think I would
bring him here? After all, I am only a spirit that you could easily top."
"Use your powers you overrated figment of the imagination," Lestat
said. "Or I will show you how easily I can make you fall."
"You want me to use my powers to bring you Louis?" Lasher asked.
"As you wish my brother."
Lasher's form dissolved into a dark cloud then slowly reformed
new figure. Louis' figure. "Oh, Lestat," Lasher said, imitating Louis'
voice. "Do you really miss me so? Do you really want me back? Do you
really think I care?"
"I'll kill you!" Lestat yelled. He ran to attack Lasher but the
spirit vanished just as Lestat reached him. Lasher reappeared standing
outside of the now broken doors.
"Lestat, how could you?" Lasher said, still as Louis. "After all
we've been through, how could you try to hurt me? It's no wonder I left
"Tell me where he is you son of a bitch!" Lestat tried again to
attack Lasher and again came up with nothing. Lasher reappeared, floating
above Lestat's head, continuing to keep Louis' form.
"You want me so bad, Lestat?" the false Louis said. "Come and get
Lasher flew up into the clouds and Lestat followed close behind him.
Lestat tried repeatedly to grab onto Lasher but the spirit constantly
"Rather symbolic don't you think?" Lasher called out to Lestat.
"Here I am, as your beloved Louis, and you couldn't hold on to me if your
life depended on it, my dear brother."
"What have you done to him?" Lestat shouted. "I swear by all the
demons in Hell if you've hurt him--"
"And what makes you think I have him at all, brother?" Lasher
stopped in midair and watched Lestat from his position.
"I know your powers, spirit. You can't imitate a person unless
you've been around them for a while," Lestat said, moving closer to Lasher
as he spoke. "You have to be the one who took him."
"Perhaps, perhaps not," Lasher said. "Maybe I followed Louis around
before he was ever involved with this incident. Did you ever think of
"Why should I believe you, liar?"
Lasher grinned. "Laughter. But you wound me, brother. However, if
I must prove myself to you, I will. Does this sound familiar: I've come
for you... I've come for you all... the sins you have made have come for
Lestat stopped. He looked at Lasher warily. "If that was you,
spirit, my esteem for you has sunk to new lows. Have you nothing better
to do with your afterlife than that?"
"Perhaps, perhaps not," Lasher said. "Maybe I'm lying now and I am
the one who took Louis."
"You son of a--"
"Or, perhaps, Louis didn't need taking at all," Lasher said, smiling
"What the hell is that supposed to mean, spirit? Are you trying to
imply that Louis wasn't captured? And so help me if you say 'perhaps' one
"Laughter again, brother," Lasher said, he changed back into his
original form. "I shall respect your wishes. But I'm afraid that I can't
answer your question now. After all, you clearly won't believe a thing I
say, why should I tell you anything about Louis now?"
"You will tell me where he is, spirit, or I will make you tell me!"
Lestat said, advancing towards Lasher again.
"Laughter," Lasher's form dissolved and then reformed, this time
into Lestat's shape. He imitated Lestat's voice as he spoke. "How do you
figure to make me? Hmm? You're not David, you can't make the spirits
come after me. You can't control the spirits at all, brother. And I am
no ordinary spirit!"
Lasher raised himself up higher in the sky and began to fly
eastward. Lestat followed.
"You certainly aren't an ordinary spirit," Lestat whispered. "But
that is the kind of spirit that I know."
:I doubt that highly, brother.: Lasher's voice said in Lestat's
:Your loss, 'brother'.: Lestat replied. He focused his mind on the
connection Lasher had made with his unspoken thoughts. Lestat's mind was
strong enough to keep the connection open without Lasher realizing it.
Lestat began to think of a song then. One with rhythm and one that he
found deliciously appropriate. He focused on the music first, sending its
pattern deep into Lasher's mind. He felt the spirit falter. He thought
of the lyrics then, and sent them into Lasher's mind as well.
:/I am the bullet in the gun/And I control you/I am the truth from
which you run/And I control you/:
:Stop! Brother, please!:
:/I am the silencing machine/And I control you/I am the end of all
your dreams/And I control you/:
Lasher stopped, trapped in the beat of the song. Lestat caught up
to him then.
"Spirit, tell me where my lover is or by all the devils I swear your
pain will be his!"
"Who says he's in pain, brother?" Lasher asked. "You assume too
much, I think."
Lestat sent the song into Lasher's mind again, repeating it over and
over until the spirit cried out. "Mercy, brother!:
"How the mighty have fallen, 'brother'," Lestat said. He sneered at
Lasher as the spirit's form dissolved back into its original shape.
"You're not as strong without your emerald necklace to guide you, are you
"We're alike that way, brother," Lasher said. "But I'm not going to
give your precious emeralds back to you. Louis and his green eyes are
exactly where they want to be."
"What does that mean?" Lestat demanded.
"I'll never tell," Lasher said. He took advantage of Lestat's anger
to escape, once again flying eastward.
Lestat swore, then flew after him. They disappeared into the
clouds, tracking each other by telepathy alone as the vapors around them
obscured their view. Lestat was finally able to grab onto Lasher's mind
and sent him the song again, making it seem faster than the first time.
The spirit was forced to stop.
"Tell me where he is!" Lestat said, standing over Lasher's still
"Clever, brother," Lasher said. "I cannot resist the song. But I'm
afraid it's too late. I'm too weak to speak anymore, I must go home."
Lestat took the still solid form of Lasher by the lapels and brought
him up so that they were face to face. "You will tell me where Louis is
Lasher smiled, sheepishly. He reached out and gently ran his
fingers down Lestat's cheek. "Of course, brother. How could I leave you
in agony over your lost Louis? But, before I tell you where he is, might
I ask one favor of you?"
"What?" Lestat asked.
"Kiss the morning sun hello for me!" Lasher cried and shoved Lestat
with all his might. Lestat fell from the clouds and the full force of the
rising sun hit him. He screamed as the pain ripped through his body, his
clothes providing no protection from the blinding rays. Helpless, he
dropped from the sky and plummeted deep into the ocean below.
:Sweet dreams, brother.: Lasher said to Lestat as the water, and the
blackness, overcame him.