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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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Louis stood mutely, watching Lestat in his fit of happiness and looking at Claudia with a disenchanted disappointment in his eyes. Yes, Lestat was vicious, and Claudia always had been as well. It had been part of her vampire nature, not her human.

Or so he thought.

"Who did you kill?" he asked, looking at Claudia.

She doesn't like Louis looking at her like that. Not at all. She crosses her arms, her expression closing down. She shouldn't feel ashamed. She resents that one glance from Louis can make her feel like she's failed him.

"No one. I didn't touch anyone."

Wasn't this an occasion for shame? Aiding in a murder? Lestat might need to kill as certainly as he does, but for Claudia there's no reason.

"What did you do?"

No, in her mind it isn't an occasion for shame. And neither one to celebrate. People don't feel proud when they order take out, nor shame. And Louis' reaction, while slightly expected, seems disproportionate. And this situation, where he has taken on the role of disapproving father bothers her, to the point where the initial wash of meekness is turning to defiance and stubbornness.

"Exactly what we've already said. I helped, but I didn't kill anybody. That's clear enough, I would think."

"Why?" It was the most poignant question he could ask. Why bring Claudia into hunting and why would she want to hunt?

"Not that attitude, not tonight. Please."

Lestat rose with that inhuman grace, he couldn't walk a few feet without stubbling but damn if he couldn't look happy from annoyed in 2.5 seconds.

"Stop this, Louis. You will not act like this. I killed the bastard, I choose him, I did the deed." He swayed a bit before crossing his arms aiming to look intimidating. "I only used her as bait." Taking the blame on himself. It's better in his mind than ever letting Louis know she had wanted to come.

Lestat's eyes showed he was ready to fight if need be. This is who he had been as a mortal, looking for a drink and a good brawl, Nicolas may have gotten him away from that life, but he was still always ready for the fight if needed. Beginings always in mind, never ends.

Overdramatic empty words. Lestat could never tell Louis how to act or feel and nothing had changed on that front. He stared steadily back at Lestat, sober and steadier, more sensible and perhaps stronger in the moment, but didn't rise to a fight.

"I asked why; you didn't answer me. Claudia, is what he says true?"

While Lestat trying to take the blame is admirable, in the extreme, she doesn't want it. She steps up, making sure she has equal focus.

"No, Lestat, you don't have to shield me. I asked to be taken out. I wanted to know how I would feel."

"Because it was fun." Why does Lestat do anything? He was pacing in that odd grace he had been lacking when he hit the couch earlier. His arms over his chest watching Louis with his eyes trying to stay focused on him. Lestat was drunk, but Lestat was ready. One wrong word and he would snap on his lover.

"The fact remains, I choose him, I killed him. You did nothing wrong."

"Fun," he echoed disdainfully. Fun was not a good enough reason to endanger Claudia. It was not a reason to ever drag a mortal girl into a murder. And it definitely was not reason enough to get into a fight about morality when Lestat was drunk and Claudia was on the defensive.

He didn't want to be around with them in those states at all, frankly.

"Are you staying?" he asked Claudia. If she was it meant he could give Thibault to her and go out for a walk.

She was indeed on the defensive. Louis was being unreasonable. Lestat was talking over her. And no one was actually listening to anything she had to say.

She lifts her chin, clearly angry, and directing it at Louis. "If I'm welcome."

"You're always welcome." That much was still true, even if he was angry. Even if he didn't want to talk to either of them right now. He rose to snuff the candles, moving so calmly it seemed almost mechanical. "Get him to bed, will you?"

Lestat talks over everyone, he sees nothing wrong with any of it!

"It's my house!" Oh snap the temper. "And I say you are always welcome. I can get myself to bed." Huff huff.

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NO ONE SAW THAT

Oh i SOOO saw it.

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My inbox still holds the proof

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