Glitter and Blood: Probably Not a Good Mix

So, We Meet

A crisp knock sounded on Magnus's door. For once, his usually packed loft was empty.

"You can let yourself in, the door is unlocked," Magnus said softly as he moved to get up.

The door opened with a small creak, and a surprising figure came waltzing in.

"Are you the Lestat or am I hallucinating?" he said, with mild surprise, "again," he added as an afterthought.

"So may I ask why you, the oh so great vampire Lestat, has decided to come to humble abode?" Magnus pried, with a small lace of hostility in his voice and a quizzical look on his face.

"Oh spare your humor, I never thought I'd have to come to someone else for this -matter- but even the greatest can fall, can't they?' Lestat said with a glorious sigh, before he tucked a strand of golden blond hair behind his ear.

"So, shall we sit down?" Magnus asked, and with a sharp snap of his fingers, two posh black faux leather chairs appeared in the middle of the virtually empty apartment.

" I would offer you wine or a cigarette, but--," Magnus cut himself off with a chuckle, "So what can I do for you, Lestat?"

With a slight swoosh of his black-and-white striped scarf, Lestat sat on one of the chairs in a cross-legged position. He slid his violet tinted sunglasses off his face into a case he had fetched from a pocket in his slightly unbuttoned maroon shirt. He ran his hand over his face and his several rings flashed in the dim lit apartment. He let out another elongated sigh.

"Where do I even start?"

"I don't know, why don't you tell me?" remarked Magnus.

"I have to say, my problem is rather embarrassing, I feel absolutely ashamed that my mental powers are failing me," Lestat complained, along with yet another sigh.

"I could help you if you actually told me, vampire," smirked Magnus.

"Well-- I've been looking for someone for three months now. I would usually use my mental powers to try to contact him, but he is made by me. Hence, I can't read his mind. Now see, I have been trying to use my usual tricks, such as looking through other's minds. But this-this bastard likes to play coy with me. He keeps escaping me and I've come to my last resort."

Lestat's hand clenched up and he moved his other hand to straighten his scarf.

"My my, you're quite frazzled. I'm assuming you want me to help you look for this individual?"

"Yes, you do know everything going on in New York City at any given time, correct?"

"Correct," affirmed Magnus,"I'm not the High Warlock of Brooklyn for no reason. This should be a rather easy task. All I'll need is a full name, description, that sort of general thing."

"Have you read my books?" quizzed Lestat.

"Any downworlder with any sense has done that," sassed Magnus with a dry tone, "Be assured."

"I did bring it up for a valid reason, you know. I'm sure you're aware of the author of the bestselling book, Interview With The Vampire that catapulted me into fame. And the main character of it, Louis De Pointe Du Lac. Oh Louis, with his tortured conscience and such. He eludes me and absolutely kills me. Hell, he did try to kill me once!" exclaimed Lestat with another gloriously dramatic sigh.

"I've been there before. Men have been known to torture my soul," replied Magnus lightly, "Quite literally."

It was easy to tell that Magnus was very amused at this situation in hand. A wry smile plastered his face. His whole figure positively glimmered in the small amount of light in the loft. This was, of course, due to the fact that he was covered with golden glitter head to toe. His eyes had a startlingly inhuman look. They were a deep bright green and strangely feline, with the cat trademark of slitted pupils. His spiked up hair was chock full of gel, and it looked to be the only thing keeping it up in such a manner. It was a dark black, so black that it looked almost blue. His electric crimson leather jacket and red and black ripped skinny jeans creased as he moved to get up. He had a surprisingly tall figure. Black boots with sizable heels gleamed and looked newly polished.

"Well, do you want to solve your problem now?" Magnus said with a note of impatience in his voice as he motioned for Lestat to get up.

"I thought it would take longer," said Lestat. He raised an eyebrow but got up and moved to Magnus's side so fast that it would be impossible for the human eye to see.

"Your reputation of being difficult preceded you here."

"Oh my," scoffed Lestat, "I didn't realize it was that well known."

"You are quite a figure in the downworlder and mundane worlds alike. Though, I do assume you know that," Magnus acknowledged.

A small vibrating buzz could be heard from a pocket on the side of his designer jacket.

"Not now," Magnus muttered. It was almost too quiet to be audible.

He pulled out a top-of-the-line shiny new iPhone with a, non surprisingly, rainbow glitter case. He ran his eyes over the illuminated screen with an exasperated look forming on his face before shoving it hastily back into his pocket.

"May I ask what that's about?" Lestat asked with a short laugh. For a split second you could see a glint of vicious fangs hiding behind his lips.

"I would rather not go into it," said Magnus, his voice still quiet. He sounded slightly embarrassed.

"Well, how far are we traveling?" asked Lestat, trying to move the wayward conversation along.

"Not too far at all, at both of our speeds, perhaps just a stroll," he informed Lestat with a suddenly upbeat tone, "I can never say no to a good walk, but please don't kill anybody."

"Don't worry about it. I took care of that earlier," Lestat replied with a little characteristic smirk.

"Vampires," Magnus said with a roll of eyes, "This is why I can't stand your kind."

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(A/N) So there's gonna be probably a few more chapters (I already have another one written up)