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The Kill

The club was easily gotten in to, the plan had been gone over time and time again on the drive. Lestat would scan the crowd, fine the most wicked of the crowd, then sister death would go out and work her magic. To get the brute to a bathroom or the alleyway, where Lestat would be waiting for her to deliver them to the hands of gentlemen death. It was perfect, beautiful and the idea made his blood run. They would be a duo once more. It was breath taking for him.

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A few days later Lestat was walking in with Claudia his face colored from the blood, tossing the ferarri's keys on the table as he moved and threw himself on the couch. Not thinking how Louis may be home. The fact he could hear him.

"You were spectacular ma cheri! He never saw it coming!" He loved the rush. The man had tried to grab Claudia as Lestat had come from behind almost to late but his teeth sank in and he drank until the body crumbled to the ground, then of all things he danced with her in the alleyway around the body. "You will be just as vicious when you are finally one of us again!" He was much to happy, the laughter finally came, bubbling like he had not a care in the world.

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The man was a rapist who took greater pleasure in teens for his victims, the things that Lestat had seen in his mind had made even the Brat Prince shutter. Lestat was waiting on the roof, waiting the door, he was inside the mans mind, knowing which way they were heading since he couldn't read her. Tonight he had on a long coat for dramatic flair, and ray bans over his eyes. When she backed against the wall, it was then that the man pulled a knife.

"Hotter out here." He spoke as he held the knife towards he. "Scream and I'll kill you." It was a simple threat but he was a big guy. A big guy who didn't even hear the woosh of the wind as the vampire dropped behind him, pushing his shades into his hair. He lifted a finger to his lips, to signal Claudia to stay silent. Play the bait. Lestat was right there, this man would be dead before that knife got near her throat.

She didn't know anything any this man, only that he was evil, and that he'd hurt her if he has the chance. It's why he was chosen. So when he pulled the knife, she isn't surprised. She'd expected a threat, some kind of power play. The fact he'd done so only cemented that they'd chosen well.

She could try to fake fear, but it would come off hollow. So instead, she let herself simply be cautious. After all, she doesn't want to get cut. That's true. So she puts her hands up, that universal sign of 'don't hurt me', and leans away from the blade, pressing into the wall.

"You don't need that. I won't scream." Is an effort to not look at Lestat over the man's shoulder. She doesn't want to give the game away.

"Oh you'll scream, girly." The man spoke, a sadistic joy hitting his tone before his eyes went wide, he is head yanked back with enough force to nearly snap his neck, the hair pulled so that a lot of stains stand in Lestat's hand as his teeth sank down deep into the mans neck. Lestat did not want the kiss to be enjoyable for this one, his nails digging into the flesh as he was pulling the body back into the shadows, his sunglasses knocked off hitting the ground before Claudia a single blue lense cracking as a spray of blood hit the wall, it's clear Lestat's not happy about that waste but it's what he got for trying to catch his shades.

This guy was as good as dead though as Lestat drained him.

She side steps as soon as the man's head is yanked back. Good thing too, since Lestat was being messy with his food.

"That's contradictory. Either you want me to scream or you don't." She scolds even as the man dies. She even goes so far as to brush off her clothes where he'd touched her. "I'd tell you to fix it for next time, but well. There is no next time."

The body was dropped as Lestat lifted the man's wallet. Shaking his head some he just tossed it in back on the body. "Not a penny to his name." He spoke as he walked out of the shadow. He looked down at the drops of blood on his shirt, his hand soaked but he looked revitalized. "I'll need you to run into one of these stores and get me another shirt. We cant walk about with me like this." He added but smiling, why? She was amazing.

"It's you're own fault. What happened to your table manners?" She steps over the body, as if it weren't just a person. She's handling this well, that's good. Or worrisome. Whichever.

"Are you planning on doing something with this? You know with forensics and all these days."

"This was not planned, you know better than that. I hate to waste it." He looked down at the blood. "I knicked the artiery in the struggle before I could really get my teeth in." He looked to the wall and repeated. "Such a waste."

"I already have a plan, just do me the favor of getting me a suitable shirt." He held his card over to her with his clean hand. He planned to slit the mans throat with a knife that was inside his coat wipe the finger prints and toss it in the dumpster to make it look sloppy, his dna was no where on file he had no intention of ever letting anyone get it either.

She takes the card and walks around him. Then, almost like an after thought, she pauses and kisses his cheek, in a clean place, before hurrying off to go shopping for him.

It takes her a few minutes. Likely longer than he'll expect. When she does come back she has more than one bag and a new hat on her head.

When she returns to the alleyway, LEstat's jacket is draped over the banister she had had to come down to lead the man out, his shirt off and he looked clean, the shirt was stained to hell and back and the body in the shadows looked mutilated, he had reasons for the extra violence mostly to throw off anyone who looked, the knife was gone.

"Nice hat, Ducky, it looks stunning with your hair." He spoke, not minding that she bought more just that she took longer. He held a hand out for the shirt, or card whatever she hands over first. "what all did you get?"

She holds the bags out first. The card is in her pocket.

"Three shirts for you. Two for me, and a new hat. I didn't want anyone linking my buying a man's shirt with this... mess." She does like to watch a lot of crime shows.

Taking the bags he looked through taking out a darker shirt and pulling it on. "You got my size right." He smiled a bit crumbling the bloody shirt to shove into the bag, that would be burned in the fireplace tonight. He pulled his jacket on then and smirked.

"Smart, your always so smart."

"Of course, I got it right. I spend enough time watching you dress and undress. I pay attention."

She looks down at the mess on the ground. She just looks, thinking.

"A normal person would be bothered by this. I had fun. Do you think that's a bad sign?"

"I spend a lot more time undressed now than I did last time." Because it would have been bad to walk around her shirtless back then. The most anyone got was his shirt undone without a waist coat. And Louis got that more than her. "Its good to know I am pleasing to your eyes."

Lestat looks back before shifting the bag to another hand and wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "No, not at all. You already have the killers instinct. Just don't kill anyone without me until you are turned." He smiled. "hold on, we need to get far away."

"Everyone finds you pleasing. Even blind people." As to the rest, she just thinks on it more, moving into Lestat's embrace. She puts her arms around him, holding tight. She's still not used to this whole flying thing.

"That, is not necessarily true." Daddy didn't find him pleasing, at least not there until the end when he came back a dead man to care for him. Lestat was still a little bitter about the old man, parts of him hated he could not bring himself to kill him himself, and the rest felt weighed down that he had been so bitter. "I know many who don't find me pleasing, or at least claim so." He waved a hand.

The other around her, lifting them into the sky. It was a fast flight taking them across town, closer to home. They were lucky tonight, Lestat hadn't driven them, so there was no car to worry about, This was part of why he loved his cloud ablity.

Their conversation is paused while they fly. She's not afraid he'll drop her. She's more afraid she'll get dizzy and throw up, or something equally uncool. It's only when she's safely back on the ground that she continues.

"They claim not to like you because you're irritating. You're still irresistable, but no one said we had to like it all the time."

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