The Kill

[the_wolfkiller]

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.

Comments

[nomoredolls]

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."

[longedfordeath]

"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?"

[the_wolfkiller]

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.