Lestat (One shots)

Lestat X Reader

         Lestat held a copy of his last book in his hands, staring at the fine hard cover. He had spent many of his immortal years writing the stories of his kind through a series of novels written under the name of Anne Rice. Who had been involved in the development of the series to safely pass these works as fiction so that no one would know the truth. 

     He set the book down with a sigh, his eyes then turned to a book not yet completed, or at least continued. 

   "What is wrong Lestat?" you asked. coming into his study. You weren't really allowed in his study, but it seemed this time he did not mind. 

      "Nothing my love, nothing to concern you." his hand touched the blank white paper on the desk which had no words written on them. "That is your new book, isn't it?" he nodded sadly. "Yes." 

     "Is it finished? I would be happy to bring it to Miss Anne for you, I will have her son bring it to her. "

   "No." 

    "Why not?" you suddenly noticed the expression on his face, that something was troubling him. "Because she's gone Y/N." 

   "Gone?" you turned it into a question. "She had passed a few days ago. Her son informed me of it. Now I have no name to leave it under." 

   You were shocked at the sudden news, Anne had been ever so kind to you and Lestat from the beginning, and her works were extraordinary. 

    "Her works will pass into legend.... and she was... well she was the one that started all of this." 

      You looked at the last few pages of the book Lestat intended to publish. Anne's son would be an option to finish it but no one else could do it but Anne. However, you were the one who knew Anne's works really well and would spend time studying how she wrote. 

    "Perhaps it's time someone finished it for me." suggested Lestat. He handed you his fountain tip pen, with his name engraved in perfect cursive. "I believe Anne would have chosen you to finish my tale. I can do it of course, but I cannot break the rules again. As much as it would please me." 

     "Lestat, I..." 

     "Please Y/N." he took your hands in his. the gleam in his eyes told you everything. 

     "Alright." you let go of his hands and sat down at his desk. "I will finish what you and Miss Anne started. Carry her legacy with us." 

   And you began to write......  

     

(This one-shot is dedicated to the late Anne Rice, the author who inspired me so much as a young person to become a great writer. Her works inspired all that I have done on Wattpad.)