the_wolfkiller | 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.

Threaded | Flat

After he returned from feeding Louis had lit a few candles that were still burning in the foyer, and earlier read a book by the light of them. It had been a quick endeavor and he waited up for his lovers to return, expecting nothing untoward until he heard Lestat's effusive babbling as they returned.

Voodoo bounded forward to greet the two as Louis stayed in the shadows, as silent and invisible as possible, before collecting himself and stepping out. "Just as vicious? Finally one of us again?" he echoed. "Lestat, what do you mean?"

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And Claudia was still good at this. She flirts, seduces, draws the man along, playing the perfect bait. He never sees out coming, and that's exciting. She feels incredibly powerful, knowing that she was going to be the one to stop him forever.

She guides him outside this first time. She wants to make sure no one sees what happens, or associates her face with his. Tagging his hand, she giggles, leads him around the corner of the building.

"Hot in there," she smiles, backs up against the alley wall.

The next day Louis had slept in one of the guest rooms, too angry to be beside Lestat. It was not a restful slumber, and he awoke in early evening just as frustrated as he'd been the night before. He could hear Lestat moving in the house, likely preening and getting ready to go out.

It was just like old times, he thought grimly as he dressed in dull grays. Lestat gaily killing, drinking mortals to death with glee, sharing it with Claudia, while he stayed apart, mired in the morality. But the old times weren't what any of them had wanted, and he didn't intend to stand aside this time.

When he approached Lestat he didn't greet him, only crossed his arms and informed him "I'm going with you tonight."