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Ow Gods… Again?
Vampire Killer Convention part 2

Disclaimer & Waffle:


28,10,02

Ok... So this is for Kris, SilverHawk & who ever wanted this sequel, the second part of VKC. Hope you like it as much as the first, ha ha ha…

 

Part 1 is HERE if you haven't read it already

 

Warning… Kazuya Minekura is the manga artist who created Saiyuki – Strong Bitching about modern art again - Time and relativity have been taken out of the equation – the Frog Brothers *winks* - Mile wide plot holes – Verbal abuse to just about everyone and anything – crap ending.

 

Disclaimer – at the bottom as not to spoil the fun ^_~

 

Ow Gods… Again?  
Vampire Killer Convention part 2

By Bane Huntress

 

Lestat yawned loudly as he wandered behind Louis.

His fledgling had woken him up early so that they could go to the art gallery and see some strange Japanese art by Kazuya Minekura, he had been here a week ago when David had kidnapped Louis and whisked him off to see some German art house film… He would have like to have gone too but he hadn’t been invited so he had taken the piss out of them for days after.

When he had finally confessed what he had done that night, after Merric had blabbed that he wasn’t with her, Louis interest had been hit with a sledgehammer. But at least it wasn’t that dreadful “Modern Art” that had seemed to infuse the last two centuries with it’s vulgar lines and stupid hidden meaning that meant nothing to the viewer and he guessed even less to the Artist themselves. Gods if most artists couldn’t bollox talk their way out of anything, then they just weren’t an artist.

But he liked this kind of comic book art, even if it could be a bit blasé about its figure anatomy. But at least it want that dreadful “American” style that had been around and hadn’t changed for the last fifty years.

“That was great!” Louis smiled as they finally walked out of the gallery, “I think we should go to Japan, I haven’t been there in ages…”

Lestat grinned, “Why not just go to the late night comic book shop and pick up some… umm Manga… Or there’s e-bay, tones of stuff there too…”

Louis stopped and stared at him, “You looked this stuff up?” he asked.

Lestat grinned as he took Louis arm and stared him towards the quieter part of town, he hadn’t just looked it up, he had things being shipped over right now.

They walked in companionable silence. Ever since they had met that Blade fella and Louis had finally taken his blood, his most beautiful one had not really stopped smiling, he seemed to find new joy in just about everything.

He remembered on waking the next morning to see Louis almost shinning with the stronger dark gift, and his unbelieving exclamation that he wasn’t hungry. Infact, Louis hadn’t fed since that night, and didn’t seem to mind at all that he no longer had to feed, he took it all in his stride.

David and Merric had both been shocked when they had seen him the next night, with his new powers he seemed most confident in himself and shinned with it.

They were about to turn a dark corner when they were both hit in the face with a mouthful of sickly smelling ash.

Lestat spluttered and whipped it from his eyes, gagging on the taste.

“It’s you!” he heard Louis exclaim almost happily.

“And it would appear to be you too.” Came a deep grumble that he recognised all to well.

“Hello Blade… I take it that was one of your latest victims?”

Blade chortled to himself. “You really should look where your going.” He said with honest amusement. “Or move to somewhere that wasn’t so attractive to Vampires.” He paused as Lestat glared at him, “No offence.” He grinned showing his set of perfect white teeth.

Lestat glanced at Louis hoping his new suit, to replace the last one, wasn’t ruined now by vampire dandruff remains. But on inspection he saw that he was the one to get the brunt of the dust.

“So I take it they came back?” Louis was saying with a smile.

Blade looked at him and the nasty smile he had for Lestat was gone, it would seem his beautiful fledgling had worked his whiles on the stoic half-breed, just like he did everyone else. Poor Bastard.

“Just the one this time.” Blade said, “And I just got him… so what were you two doing tonight?”

Louis shrugged, “nothing we cant put off till tomorrow… Want to go to another Movie or something?”

“Louis!” Lestat couldn’t help but snarl, sometimes he wished Louis wasn’t so friendly. This Blade guy helped Louis finally make up his mind sure, but that was not an excuse to now be familiar!

“Shush Lestat, we have all the time in the world to do what ever we want… now stop mopping and move!”

Lestat couldn’t help but gawp at the other vampire. That was another thing, Louis mouth had gained something it never had before… a voiced, and very adamant, opinion!

Before he would pull that ‘passive violence’ thing and silently let everyone around him know he was pissed off, or make them feel guilty so they would then follow him around like lost puppies, and the worst of all was making others fall in love with him so they would then do anything for him. Lestat had fallen hook line and sinker for this one, so had Armand, so it wasn’t all bad.

And ya he could push Louis enough to have a screaming fit… but this new thing was a new one on them all, he told David to leave him alone this evening and unlike before he wasn’t very polite about it. Lestat even thought Louis didn’t know them kinds of swear words, especially not in old French!

To gain his equilibrium and to mark his territory, he pushed in between Blade and put his fledglings arm though his own. Ignoring both their looks.

He grinned instead. “So where are we going?”

Louis was about to answer when two adolescents jumped out at them looking like some drugged out hippy commandos and threw something over them all screaming “Die Vampire Scum!”

Lestat once again spluttered. He and Louis both stood there with water dripping from them and Louis was looking rather stunned with his perfect lips slightly open in shock.

He was aware of Blade hissing but from the other side of the street. He looked over to see the half-breed smoking slightly.

“They can’t both be Master Vampires!” one of them said with a slight lisp.

“Stakes!” the other one growled out and suddenly they had bits of wood in their hands.

They both screamed and charged.

Louis grabbed the one with the lisp and he grabbed the other. Both fought viciously creaming like banshees.

“Shut up!”

Blade suddenly loomed up infront of them, wisp’s of smoke still rising from his hair.

Both the adolescents froze, their wide eyes revolved in their heads to look at the Dark figure now behind them. Both squeaked charmingly in unison.

“Who are you…” Blade grumbled low and menacing, showing them impressive teeth, now slightly longer than Lestat remembered.

The kids looked at each other then back at Blade.

“We are the Frog Brothers!” the darker haired one screeched with something trying to be threatening.

“Ya scum! We kill blood suckers like you!” the lispy one muttered.

Lestat groaned then, “Ok… so what is it about Vampire killers and this town?!” he tried to sound peeved.

Louis just looked at him with one perfect brow razed.

The effect would have been more stunning and felt if Louis didn’t look so much like a drowned rat, and the water dripping off the end of his nose wasn’t helping Lestat’s giggle fit the was now threatening with gut hurting vitality.

“Who cares!” Blade growled, the full force of his anger aimed at the grip on his sword. “I’m going to kill them, that hurt!”

“Ha! So you are a scum sucking vampire then!” the dark haired kid yelled and squirmed a bit.

Blade raised his sword ready to strike; Lestat pushed his kid forwards a bit and braced himself for getting covered in more gore.

“STOP!”

All of them spun to see a tall lanky looking guy walking up the street, from what Lestat could see he wasn’t that bad looking, when the guy got closer he couldn’t help but gasp.

“Hey! You look like Jim Morr…”

“SHUT UP!”
”The guy from the Doors!” Louis also gasped as the other guy stopped in his tracks.

Ok, so that wasn’t going to break the ice so much as smash it to peaces. “The wrong thing to say?” he asked Louis as that song, ‘People are strange!’ was now running thought his head like a giggle train.

“I guess he get’s it all the time.” Louis answered as he turned back, he must have been a bit squeamish about Blade taking out his vengeance on a couple of kids.

“Your not another Vampire Killer are you?” Lestat called as the guy finally came closer.

There was a charming smile as the guy shook his head. “Not today, the names Michael… Sorry about these two, they get a bit carried away sometimes, this being New Orleans.” He shrugged then looked at the two kids. “My brother has found this all night comic book shop and you two run off!” he scolded.

“But!” the lisp boy said trying to shrug Louis off.

“BUT NOTHING!” Michael screamed, “Now MOVE IT!”

Lestat let go of his captor a little perplexed as Louis did the same.

They watched them run up the street then disappear around the corner that Michael had come from.

“Sorry about that.” Michael smiled then walked after them.

All three vampires stood there in silence as they watched the young man also disappear.

Then Lestat felt someone coming up behind them. But before he could turn a tall man dressed head to fool in black studded leather walked past, his hair was cut in an eighties stile and bleached white with a spiky top.

As he walked past he turned to look at them, then he smiled at Lestat from a long almost pretty face.

Lestat probed the others mind but all he could pick up was a name… David.

They watched as he also disappeared around a corner.

“What was that all about?” Louis asked.

“Little bastards” Blade said under his breath as he sheathed his sword, “I ever see them again I’ll kill them.”

“But their human?” Louis sounded shocked and Lestat felt the smug smile spread across his face, so it would seem Blade wasn’t the Samaritan Louis thought he was.

Blade looked back at them as he retrieved his shades from somewhere in his coat and placed them on his nose. “So they just better not mess with me again. That was holey water they threw over us!”

“So?” Lestat asked as he heard Louis gasp.

“Are you all right?” Louis just had to ask and was the receiver of an almost nice grin.

“Ya I’m fine… Let’s go.”

  + + + + + + + + +

“So this is your grave then?” Blade asked Louis.

“Yup…” Louis said with a sigh.

Lestat was bored, Blade had asked about the local attractions and the cemetery was defiantly one of those, It was the ancient city of the dead after all and it was about the one place that he was guaranteed not to have any Vampires, and even less chance of meeting more so called Vampire Killers, well only if those killers were extremely thick and morbid.

The large white tombs that stood like small houses were almost oppressive on there quiet streets, vines and dark grime covered almost all of them, only Louis looked a little more kept and white where all the tourists had managed to find his tomb had touched his name and had sick mortal dreams about meeting him…

“Maybe we should have someone come and etch your name into it again.” Lestat commented as he looked over Louis shoulder, “Looking a bit warn away there. And this tomb wasn’t cheep in the first place!”

“This is where you razed to darkness?” Blade asked with a razed eyebrow.

“Hardly!” Lestat snorted, “Do I look like a heathen! And besides it would have done nothing for his complexion!”

“Lestat’s right, it happened how I wrote it…” Lestat got a glare from that, so instead of backing off as he would have done, he grinned and then pulled Louis into his arms.

“I think I more than made up for it!” he said as he nuzzled the perfect column of white neck.

Louis muttered something incoherent as his hands tightened in Lestat’s still damp shirt.

Lestat was ready to forget about Blade and take Louis right here, he couldn’t help that slight exited kink of taking Louis outside his own mortal grave.

He licked a line up Louis neck to nip at his ear making his fledgling shiver, it was always nice to know he could do that to Louis, reduce him to mindless babble so easily, it was also an exhalent way to get him to shut up, and the sounds he came out with just made him harder to resist. Oww ya, he loved this!

“Shit!”

THUNK!

He heard Blade snarl then spun round to find a lanky vampire getting to his feet rubbing his ass.

“Everything to slippery here.” The new vampire muttered, seemingly oblivious to them. He stood straight, combed his fingers through his short light blond hair, straightened his black leather trench coat then turned and smiled at them.

Louis gasped in horror.

Lestat didn’t blame him, the guy was hideous, his face was all crinkly and he looked like something from a ‘Don’t mess with fast cars and trees’ seatbelt advertisement.

“So what happened to you?” Blade grumbled out. “The fairy Godmother hit you with the ugly stick by accident?”

The vampire looked a little shocked, then grinned. “Oww sorry ‘bout that!” He seemed to shake himself and his face became normal, he wasn’t that bad looking, Lestat thought, but nothing much to right home about.

“So, you queers never seen a real vampire before or somethin’?” he asked lightly in some strange London accent.

“I beg your pardon?” Louis asked a little pissed note in his voice.

“Well ya were just nicking, and hell, looked like you were enjoying it too, shocked me so much I slipped and fell off the bloody roof!” the other said as he pulled a cigarette from a rumpled packet, placed it between his lips and sparked up. “Your not the first morbid queers I’ve come across lurking in a graveyard, ya know.”

Louis pulled out of Lestat’s hold and advanced on the other Vampire. “I wasn’t on about that!” Louis said softly, and Lestat shivered, he could hear that slight edge in his fledgling’s voice that was usually followed by something very accurately aimed at his head.

“No?” the vampire looked a little shocked. “What then?”

“I have no idea what YOU are, But we are the only Vampires here!” oow ya, Louis hands were itching for something blunt and heavy to start hoying about.

But who would have though it! Louis getting offended by not being recognised as a Vampire? This was something unexpected.

He turned to Blade and smiled at him, “He means no offence to you obviously.”

“Obviously.” Blade grumbled back, “So this is another of your kind of Vampires?”

Lestat paused as he tried to read the others mind, it was as open as a book, a very badly spelt one with the pages all jumbled up. But this vampire could eat and it would seem drink normal human things, he also had vague memories about being awake during the day, something they couldn’t do, also tinges of mortal sex, yet again something that was useless to them. But this being seemed more like a Blade vampire, after all a vampire would have had to have sex with a mortal to get a brat like he was.

He shook his head, “Nope not one of us, he’s closer to yours I imagine…” He grinned, “Do you want to take him before Louis stones him to a pulp?”

Blade smiled back, “I don’t think I’ll spoil his fun…”

Lestat shrugged as he carried on rummaging though the others mind, after all he seemed blissfully unaware of the invasion.

He was just about to leave after finding out that this vampire had been tampered with by humans, something Louis was always harping on to him about, being careful and all that tosh, and they had done something to him that meant he couldn’t hurt humans, but left him free to kill vampires and shockingly enough Demons?

But as he pulled back hearing Louis get that snarl as his French accent got stronger, he saw the face of the girl he had killed the night they had met Blade.

Oops.

It would seem this vampire also carried a flame for her and was a little pissed that she and her sister, the one Blade and stuck, had both been killed and was looking for vengeance.

“Umm Louis… Maybe you should just get right on there and kill him?” he said half-heartedly.

“Lestat…”

Oops again.

Should remember that Louis hated to be kind of told what to do. Ow well if Louis wouldn’t do it, he would. Just what he didn’t need was some weakling vampire trying to stick bits of wood in him… again.

He watched as the cocky English guy kept trying to goad Louis and boy was it working like a charm! He watched as Louis was about to strike, his long limbs braced to leap. The others wouldn’t see this subtle change and he grinned and put his back againced Louis tomb to watch the fun.

“Spike?!”

Oww great someone else to spoil the fun.

And what was it about long black trench coats anyway? Everyone but he and Louis was wearing one! What happened? Did these vampires wake up and think, ‘ya I really need a Long black trench coat, very gothic and menacing’?… In them hideous chain stores did they have big signs with a big arrow, ‘Vampire coat barging bin HERE’ or something, he would have to check it out, maybe he should get some for them all and it might stop all this misunderstandings, even print “I am a Vampire, stick your stakes here,” with a big bulls eye on the back, they might get left alone then!

The new vampire ambled up with his hands in his black trench coat, he had broad shouldered with a short mop of brown haired also spiky.

There was another thing! Did Vampires get a discount on modern hair gel or something?

As he got closer his eyes, though brown, almost had a regretful Louis-ish morbidity, ‘I have the weight of the world here,’ cast to them.

He glanced at them all and kind of smiled. “Hey.” He said almost self-consciously.

“Angel! this is my dig!” The one called Spike hollered now almost nose to nose with an angry Louis.

“Still no need to go beating up the locals, now back off.” Angel said.

Ow gods, was he dealing with nothing but sharp objects and hippy names here?

This night was just getting worse!

“But they’re Vampires too! Or has your Irish brain lost all sense?” Spike spat as he now spun on this Angel fella.

Bad move on his part, Lestat though as Louis pick up a cupid and hit Spike over the back of the head with it in one fluid motion the others were just to slow to see.

Lestat couldn’t stop the hysterics this time as Spike hit the ground face down and the cupid bounced off the back of his head landing at Angel’s feet.

He could hear Blade not much better than him, though he was trying to save face by having his back to them all.

Louis meanwhile was fuming, but in the sexiest way and Lestat could truly appreciate the affect, seen as he wasn’t the one with the bump on the back of his head and his face in the dirt.

Louis was stood to his full height, his feet close together and his shoulders turned at an angle so he could look down his nose with more affect as his chin stood defiantly up, his hands rested in loose fists at his sides. He was nothing but the embodiment of an eighteen-century gentleman in the midst of a duel. Or a Lord looking down at his stupid servants.

Either way he oozed dominant masculine sexuality, and a “don’t even THINK about it,” air of quiet menace that was doing funny things to Lestat’s vampire ego and sending pleasant shivers down his wicked spine.

“Whoa there big guy!” Angel said holding up his hands with another smile as he pulled a dazed Spike to his feet. “We just want to ask a few questions that’s all.”

Lestat watched as Louis composed himself into something more natural and approachable.

“What kind of questions?” Lestat stepped in then, no use in having to kill these amusing vampires if they didn’t have too, and they WOULD have to if they found out that they killed these guys main squeeze.

Who’d have thought this Buffy girl was such a Vampire whore?!

Slutty the Vampire Layer.

Lestat tried his best to quell the grin, but turned it to his advantage, he could do ‘I’m nice’ just as well as Louis, only better!

“There was a girl here a few weeks ago… Some vampires killed her..”

“We’re looking for the Bastards what did it!” Spike finished with a growl as he rubbed his head, he was also now stood behind Angel looking a little warily at Louis.

“Thanks Spike!” Angel rolled his eyes and looked over his shoulder, these two had been friends at one point, and Lestat could read enough from both of them to know that Spike was a 2nd generation vampire from Angel.

“So I take it your more Vampire killers then?” Lestat asked casting his own look at Blade who just grinned from the other side of Louis.

Angel smiled, “Something like that.” He shrugged, “Just wondered if you guys knew anything?”

Lestat shook his head, “Nope, not really seen anything.”

“Ah… Funny that,” Angel said softly, the smile still in place. “The two friends who were with them said that she was killed by a Blond.” He gave Lestat a pointed look.

“And that there was a thin gangly white guy and a black guy with him!” Spike snapped.

Angel’s smile was now nothing but forced, and with a swift motion he lifted his arm and hit Spike in the nose with his elbow, sending Spike reeling.

“I guess we are the ones your after then?” Blade said in his low menacing voice.

“Yes I guess you are.” Angel wasn’t sounding all too friendly anymore.

“Hey!” Lestat snapped himself. “It was an accident! She started it, Louis here was just trying to be friendly and she threatened him!”

“So you killed her?” Angel asked and his Irish accent was coming though.

Lestat shrugged, “I was just about to let her go when your friends ran up and she squirmed just at the wrong seconded…”

“She’s a Vampire Slayer she wouldn’t have died that easy frog!” Spike hissed.

Louis hissed right back and both Lestat and Blade took an arm each.

“Well this one was defective then.” Blade supplied. “We didn’t want her dead if she was to make our jobs easier.”

“Our Jobs?” Angel asked with barely contained menace.

“Killing the Vampires that infest our planet.” Blade said smoothly, “Lestat and…”
”LESTAT!” Spike laughed out, “Sick fan boys then!”

“We have been though this,” Blade sighed. “And these two are the real thing.”

Lestat couldn’t help but bow.

There was silence for a second.

“Who cares!” Spike seethed, “I just went through hell to get my Soul back and you buggers killed her!”

“Look, I’m sorry alright but shit happens!” Lestat said with a suffering sigh.

The Angle guy looked a bit lost for a moment.

“Like Lestat said,” Louis sounded calmer now as he addressed Angel. “We are sorry and we didn’t mean to harm her, but things just happen… We have lost ones dear to us as well so we know your pain…”

Lestat almost cringed, This was no time to be getting sappy.

“But if you know who we are then you will also know you are no match for us.”

That’s my Beautiful one, Lestat thought as he tried his damdist to look regretful.

“I could take you all ON!” Spike shrieked as he tried to lung at them only to have Angel floor him this time.

“Then what about Dawn? Why did you kill her?”

“The other girl…” Blade muttered, “She surprised me, again an accident, mortals are so fragile.”

Angel sighed. Then began walking away.

Spike was on his feet yet again unfortunately.

“HEY! We can’t just leave this!” he yelled after Angel’s retreating back. “Just because I was having it off with her instead of you doesn’t mean you can just LEAVE THIS!”

“Shut up Spike.” Was Angels only reply as he moved off down another street of the dead.

Spike turned to them. “I’ll get you!” he hissed.

“Not if I get you first.” Blade grinned and made to reach for his sword.

“Bastards!” the English vampire muttered as he made his way to follow Angle.

“Well that was eventful.” Blade moved to push the cupid that still lay on the floor with his boot.

“I should have done more than throw that thing at him.” Louis snarled.

Lestat laughed as he hugged his reluctant fledgling.

“I thought you handled yourself well.” Blade commented as he wrapped his coat a bit more about himself. “Well it’s time I was going… Thanks for the night it was a blast!” he smiled then began walking away. “I’ll leave you to your meal Lestat!” he called as he took a turn and disappeared behind ancient marble pillars and walls.

“Whaa?” Louis asked with a frown.

Lestat shrugged remembering his thought from earlier. “Oww I think he knows me better than I though!”

Louis only grunted as Lestat cannoned into him sending them both flying until Lestat found him self happily on top of his fledgling.

“I guess I am hungry tonight after all!” he chortles as Louis cocked his head to one side.

“Then get something to eat!” Louis growled trying to act all defiant.

Lestat just grinned as he advanced.

 

The End.

 

Disclaimer – ‘Anne Rice’, ‘Vampire Chronicles’, if you didn’t guess it ‘The Lost Boys’ and finally ‘Angel’… and all the people they belong to, I get no cash from this but donations are legal and happily accepted *grins*…

 

Humm... ok so not as good as the first so shoot me :P was fun writing it… feed back would be Lovely!

This also proves to me why a stronger Louis isn’t always an interesting Louis :P

 

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