ALL FOR US | LOUIS DE POINTE DU LAC

prologue

JUNE, 2022

"Wake up, Louis."

"You've overslept, Louis. It's 2 am."

"Already? How?" I ask her, her warm-colored eyes engulfing me as they always do.

I rise from my coffin, sleep visible all over my face, like a blanket. I rub my eyes to get a clear view of her.

The moon highlights her features perfectly as her curly hair falls over her bare, slightly bruised shoulders from our...past events.

Her smile remains on me until it doesn't. Her expression grows cold. Emotionless.

"Why did you do this to me, Louis?"

"What?" I ask, my eyebrows furrow in confusion.

Her hickeys morphed into deep gashes, the bite incisions turned into black and blue bruises, and she turned pale as if she died and come back to life for a second time.

I didn't think I'd miss her so much to the point where I'd be dreaming about her after 70 years.

But, the pain still felt fresh. Emotionally, mentally - it's a heartbreak that I wouldn't wish on anyone.

I get dressed and prepare for Daniel Malloy's arrival.

-

"Truth and reconciliation."

"I ask the questions, you answer the questions. Anything that can't be verified. I send to my researcher." Daniel says dryly, irritation and annoyance etched into his tone.

"No third parties," 'Rashid' stands with his iPad in hand, walking toward us.

"I write it. You get to see it before it goes to print. I get the final edit."

"That's not the agreement you signed." 'Rashid', again, cuts him off, correcting him. Daniel's patience runs short, thoughts scattering resentment,  especially because he hasn't seen me since the incident in San Francisco.

"And one more thing," He removes his glasses and readjusts himself, now facing me. "I do my best work one-on-one."

I grow amused at his irritation and turn to 'Rashid', chuckling internally. "Would you see to Mr. Malloy's room? Have Chef prepare a meal for him. I think it best we start when our boys had a rest-"

"I'm not your fucking boy. I'm an old man with all the triggers that come with it. And I'm ready. So let's do this."

I smirk slightly at his small outburst, pleased. He presses record on the keyboard and I remain silent until spoken to.

"I am Daniel Malloy, it is 10:08 in the morning on June 14th, 2022. I'm in the penthouse apartment of the Al Sharaf Towers across from Mr..." Daniel starts,

"Louis De Pointe Du Lac." I lean forward so the microphone can hear me.

"So, Mr. Du Lac, how long have you been dead?"

 

A/N: I'm so excited to start this story! This is my new obsession omg.

word count: 455 words

published: 9/26/2024