Shakespearean Story

Chapter 31

   (Once again, a huge time skip. This is gonna get emotional so prepare the tissues. Enjoy guys)!

   ~ 1989 ~

   21 years have gone by. I don't know how I've lived this long. A part of me wanted so badly to just go out in the sun and die so I could see Lestat, Louis, and Claudia again. But another part of me didn't. I didn't know where I'd be going once I'm dead.

   I was always taught that vampires are immortal and can't die. I only knew they could die by the sun, fire, or beheading. However, no vampire knew about any sort of afterlife where vampires go. Simply because we knew we wouldn't die. What if I commit suicide all for nothing? What if I do that and just never see Lestat, Louis, or Claudia again? What if I wind up in Hell, like what Louis said all those years ago after Lestat had turned him?

   "We belong in Hell."

   I thought back to what I said.

   "And what if there is no Hell, or they don't want us there? Ever think of that?"

   What if I was wrong? What if there is a Hell and Lestat, Louis, and Claudia are there? If I die, would I be there?

   I tried to shake those thoughts out of my head and just continued walking in the darkness. I moved back to New Orleans, after 164 years. Everything was different, as I expected. This gave me so many memories from when Lestat and I first came here and met Louis. New Orleans was Lestat's downfall, unfortunately.

   I walked more down, when a smell developed in my nose. It smelled like death, strangely enough. I followed the smell and came face to face with an abandoned mansion. I looked down and saw dead rats all over the ground. For a moment, I began to think Louis was still alive and went back to his old ways. But it can't be, right?

   I walked forward to the door. "Louis? Louis, is that you?" I called out as I fully entered. I went up the stairs and looked around, trying to find anything that resembled Louis.

   "Louis it's me, Charlotte. Is that you?" I called out again. I walked up more until I reached a room. I looked ahead and saw someone sitting in a chair. "Louis? Is that yo--" I began to ask, before trailing off. The figure looked at me. My eyes widened and my heart began to stop.

   The figure wasn't Louis.

   Instead, the figure looked sickly. I could see his pale white skin in the dark. His hair was shoulder-length and blonde. He had beautiful blue eyes and a familiar gaze towards me. Tears welled in my eyes, finally realizing who it was.

   Lestat.

   "Lestat? Is that really you?" I asked in a quavering tone. "Charlotte?" He whispered. Tears poured out of my eyes. It's him. It's really him. "Oh my God. Lestat!" I sobbed, running to him.

   I wrapped my arms around him, sobbing. "Lestat, oh my God. Lestat!" I sobbed. That's all I could say. All I could say was his name.

   Lestat's POV:

   I thought Charlotte was dead. I had seen Louis last year, and he told me Charlotte was dead. I remember being devastated and crying everyday, refusing to drink the blood of the rats. I sat here all those years hoping for her to come find me, and I didn't think it would happen after he told me that. Now here she was, wrapped up in my embrace, sobbing my name. I began to think that maybe this was a dream. That this was a hunger induced hallucination. Charlotte wasn't really here, was she?

   "How are you alive?!" Charlotte sobbed, looking up at me. I gave her a small smile and lifted my hand, touching her cheek. She leaned her face into it, kissing my palm. I looked horrible, I knew that. But Charlotte seemed to not care. I felt a stinging in my eyes as I touched her soft skin, fully realizing this was real. She was still alive.

   Tears poured out as I leaned my forehead on hers. She closed her eyes and did the same, putting her hand on my cheek. We stayed in each other's hold, for a long time. We haven't seen each other in 164 years. We haven't held each other like this for so long.

   We pulled away and just gazed at each other. She was still as beautiful as ever. "I thought you were dead." I said. "Me? I thought you were dead after Louis set the house on fire." Charlotte replied in a surprised tone.

   "I saw Louis last year. He told me about Claudia. I asked him about you, and he told me Armand's vampires had gotten you and killed you. Armand had told him that." I explained. Charlotte looked at me in shock and bewilderment. "Armand told me Louis was dead along with Claudia. He's alive?" Charlotte asked. I nodded.

   "Fucking Armand. He fucking lied to me and Louis." Charlotte whispered.

   I reached forward and touched her hair, running my fingers through it. It was still long and black and soft. Playing with her hair was a comfort of mine many years ago, and I thought I'd never feel it again.

   Charlotte's POV:

   I felt Lestat's fingers through my hair, and I let out a watery chuckle. I missed that feeling so much.

   "You haven't eaten well, have you?" I asked. Lestat shook his head. Frantically, I put my wrist to my mouth to bite it and offer him some of my blood, when he stopped me. "I'll be fine, chérie. There's no need to do that." Lestat said. I missed his little nicknames for me.

   I reached forward and hugged him again, tightly. He hugged me back the same way. I missed this so much. I have been yearning for Lestat, wishing he was still with me. Now, he's here. Here to stay.

   "I love you, Lestat de Lioncourt."

   "I love you, Charlotte de Alexandre."

   (LESTAT AND CHARLOTTE ARE FINALLY BACK TOGETHER!!! Not gonna lie, I almost cried. These two really make me feel single. I hope you guys enjoyed this! See you in the next and last chapter)!