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die, my darling by slylyaddictedtostories
Fandoms: Interview with the Vampire (TV 2022), Vampire Chronicles Series - Anne Rice
13 Aug 2024
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So sue him, he’s a jerk. He wants more, he always wanted more. He’s always been the first guy to bite more than he can chew.
He wants the full story. He wants the grisly, dismal, ugly details. All the hideous answers to his hideous questions.
Out of the penthouse, out of Dubai.
A soft groan, both pained and vaguely showy, reverberates in that damned silence. Daniel knows then and there he’s not getting the fuck out of Dubai anytime soon.
He wants the full story. And for that, he wants Armand.
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Daniel, Armand, 1973, 2022, what happened in between the cracks and what happens next
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you're not rid of me (i'll make you lick my injuries) by EuthanasiaBlues
Fandoms: Interview with the Vampire (TV 2022)
02 May 2025
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He sees himself as the boy sees him. Blurry, at first. Indistinguishable shapes, separated only by the glow of his eyes.
And then like a veil lifting, he comes into focus. He becomes resplendent. He becomes ghastly. For some unknown reason, those two things merge into one concept.
This boy thinks he’s never seen something more aweing. Armand, who kicked him until he cried. Who choked him until his vision went black. Who lifted him in the air, earlier, and threw him to the floor. Again, and again.
It’s baffling.
“A complete lack of self-preservation. A perversion towards that which harms you; is that what makes you fascinating?”
Alternatively: Armand serves six days of penance. Daniel spends six days realizing just how fucked up he really is.
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“Petra tou Romiou, huh? Didn’t figure you one for tourist traps,” Daniel offers into the night air.
"They say that Venus, Aphrodite, whichever name you know her by, emerged from the sea foam here. She was never a baby, or a child, she emerged beautiful, with love and lust and desire following behind her,” Armand recounts.
“Yeah, this is her rock we’re sitting on, apparently," Daniel agrees non-committedly. "Cut the bullshit, we need to talk.”
Armand says nothing. Continues staring out at the ocean.
“Look at me,” Daniel hisses.
Armand turns to face him, and the breath is punched out of his chest.
Seeing him again, in the flesh, beautiful and inhuman, Daniel is forced to remember that this is not just another story he has been chasing. There is no book at the end of this year's long line of inquiry, no documentary or Pulitzer-winning article. No professional detachment. There is just this—two monsters on a beach and a horrible amalgamation of emotions that fill Daniel’s rotted heart and scarred throat.
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- Part 2 of just ourselves and immortality
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Daniel knows, without detail, what happened to Armand when he was human. He knows, with probably too much detail to publish, the kind of sex Armand has now.
He just doesn't know if that’s because of genuine want or ingrained compulsion.
So, after Louis leaves, after the blood has been drained from Daniel’s body, only to be filled back up again, after Daniel has drained the meal Armand summoned to the penthouse dining room, and after Armand, with no warning or hesitance, grabs Daniel and kisses his blood slick mouth with a force that would hurt like hell if he were still human, Daniel comes to a decision.
If this is going to happen, he is going to treat Armand gently.
It does not end well.
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- Part 1 of just ourselves and immortality
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Yes, I wrote a Devil's Minion bowling fic. Blame Eric Bogosian.
Although he can no longer hear his Fledgling's thoughts (that is a pleasure now and forever denied to him) he does still posses the same abilities that all his kind do, including the preternatural hearing of the vampires. Beyond the bricked exterior of this establishment is a great wall of sound - music and laughter and the almighty crashing of pins - but Armand easily shuts it out to focus solely on what matters most. Inside is a heartbeat that’s far too slow to be human, but it’s this being who successfully recreates the exact same collapsing of the pins over and over and over again. He does so with ease yet without any deviation, an impressive feat that Armand believes is called 'getting a strike'.