Louis’ POV
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Of all the shit he’s pulled, this one takes the cake. You’d think he’d have learned.

“The answer is no,” I said, turning on my heel in an attempt to end the conversation. Naturally, the brat had to pursue me and practically whine to get his way. He reminds me so much of a child sometimes it’s unfathomable.

“Please Louis!!!”, he whined.

“No.”

“Pleeeeease!!”, he whined again, this time adding a few little “bunny hops” for good measure. Where does he get the idea that this’ll work?

“No!” I try to slam the door to my room and keep him out, but he’s got his fat foot through the darn thing. The foot followed by his head and then the rest of him. I’m still trying to get away from his incessant whining but he’s got me cornered by this point.

“Please Louis! I know Claudia was a disaster but this time’s different! I swear on my honor!” I cast him a glance that clearly gave away my disbelief and aggravation.

“Since when have you had honor?” He glanced around for a bit before replying.

“Since 5 seconds ago exactly.” I groaned audibly in frustration, turning around hoping he’d get the hint. Nope...not my beloved Lestat. “Please Louis! I’m gonna wait till he’s 17 and THEN give him the choice of joining us! It’s foolproof!” I turned around to face him quickly, hands on my hips like a mother telling her child he can’t keep the filthy mutt he just dragged in. Not to say that I thought of the boy as such, granted he was far from being anything like a dog.

You see, that night, Lestat had come back from his hunt with a little guest. He’d casually brought what appeared to be a 9 or 10 year old boy with red hair that curled around his ears and deep-set green eyes. At first I hadn’t known what he meant to do with the child but it became blatantly obvious when Lestat introduced him.

“Louis,” he’d said sweetly. I should’ve been able to tell right then that something was up. He never speaks sweetly unless 1) he’s plotting something or 2) he’s somehow talked me into a bought of sex that night. More often then not it’s the latter of the two, but moving on. “I’d like to introduce you to Luc. Poor little thing, found him wandering all alone in the dark and couldn’t just leave such a little thing to fend for itself.”

I took a closer look at the boy upon those words gliding past Lestat’s lips. The child truly didn’t seem from first sight that he’d slept indoors for months, maybe even years. His ragged jeans and faded brown sweater were old and dirty, as was the green scarf wrapped loosely around his neck. A small pang of sympathy hit my still heart at that moment. There was something about a defenseless child with big sad green eyes that somehow always got to me. Then I remembered that it was Lestat who had brought him home. Something was up.

“And you felt pity for once in your existence over this boy I assume?”, had been my response, laden with sarcasm as it was. He gave me an indignant glare, as though I’d offended him by saying this.

“Louis I’m appalled that you would same something like that!”, he’d said, picking up the little boy in his arms as though they were family, Luc’s arms wrapped around Lestat’s neck, as though he were TRYING to twist my heart in my chest with his cuteness. “This poor little creature was all alone, starving, crying out for its mother! I couldn’t just leave him out there in the cold! We have room to spare so I figured he could be sort of...like OUR little son.”

It clicked right there. He planned on turning Luc into a vampire just as he had Claudia.

“Hell no.”

“Don’t swear in front of him!”

“The answer is no!”

“Please Louis!!!”

“No.”

And that brings us to standing in my room debating whether or not Luc would remain and, undoubtedly, be born into darkness.

“And what about when he asks why we don’t age at all? Ever think of that? He’s bound to notice some time or another!”, I argued. However, Lestat was never one to back down from one of our arguments.

“Come on Louis! There’s a man inside me that wants to, no, NEEDS to be a father!”

“Oh God that’s the biggest load of bull I’ve ever heard pass your lips!”

“It’s true! My biological clock is ticking like this (from “ticking” to “this” he’d been stamping his foot loudly) and I want us to have a child again!”

“You’re a man for the love of-YOU DON’T HAVE A BIOLOGICAL CLOCK!”

“Yeah-huh!”

“Nuh-uh!”

“Yeah-HUH!!” I grabbed fistfuls of hair, on the verge of lunging at him full force.

“LeSTAT YOU ARE WORKING MY LAST NERVE!!”, I shouted.

“Then just let me keep him! I promise I’ll feed him and walk him and love him for always and eternity!”

“This is a human CHILD we’re talking about Lestat, not a puppy!”

“...He’s cute like a puppy.”

“That has nothing to do with it!!”

“Oh bull! You wanna keep him as much as I do if not more!”

“Where the hell did you get THAT idea?!”

“Oh! Don’t think for a minute I didn’t see the look in your eyes when I was holding him, you thought he was the cutest damned thing you’d ever seen!” I blushed slightly at this. He wasn’t supposed to notice. Damn him and the ability to read thoughts.

“You have no proof!”

“I have that blush going across your cheeks!”

“I’m not blushing!!”

“Are too!”

“Are not!”

“Are too!”

“Are not!”

“Are too!”

“Are not!”

“Are too!”

“Are not!”

“Are too!”

“Are not!”

“Are too!”

“Are not!”

“Are too!”

“Are not!”

“Lestat?”

“Are t-!” He paused mid-sentence and looked down at Luc, who had started tugging at his pant leg.

“Lestat, I’m wealwy hungwy,” he said, having that same little lisp that a lot of young children seem to have. Lestat picked him up again and looked at me.

“Look at this face Louis,” he said, turning Luc toward me. Luc only cast me a quick glance before burying his face in Lestat’s shoulder shyly. I wanted to just scream AWWWWWWWWWWW but dignity wouldn’t allow it. “How can you refuse those big green eyes? Those pinch-able little cheeks? That sad little smile?”

“Lestat!”

“Louis?”

“Louis,” Luc said with a smile, barely visible past Lestat’s shoulder. Oh God, here it came, the heart-melting sensation that comes when a little kid says my name. Happened when Claudia said it, and now it’s happening when Luc says it.

“See, he knows our names already,” Lestat said, making little pout-face.  This was a picture of perfect cuteness. Luc with his big green eyes, chubby dirt-stained cheeks and bright smiles and my beautiful brat prince with a pouting face framed perfectly by shiny blonde hair that curled slightly.

My wall of resistance crumbled like cookies in milk.

“All right. All right, you can keep him,” I said, holding my head knowing I was going to regret this later on. Lestat practically...Cest-que est? ...glomped me. Luc switched to hugging my neck instead of Lestat’s and Lestat’s arms were wrapped around my waist while Luc was basically sitting on his shoulder to be able to hug me, even though Lestat was slightly taller.

“Louis!”, Luc exclaimed happily, cuddling into me.

“Louis, mon cher,” Lestat purred happily, one of his fingers curling in my hair. A small shiver ran up my spine, but I quickly chased away all thoughts associated with that purr in remembrance of the fact that Luc was right there. I sighed lightly, maybe this wouldn’t be all bad. After all, I supposed Luc could sort of act as a playmate for Lestat which meant he’d leave me alone more often. I suppose I could get used to this...