"Well, just let her be, then," Lestat sighed, shrugging his shoulders. "I have no business or interest in her."
"Company?" Lestat repeated, interested. "I hope he's coming to us. That would be fun."
Lestat chuckled. "Sure," he replied happily. "I don't see why not!"
"Hmm," Lestat thought, nodding. "I would like to scare him a bit, though..."
"What's your point?" Lestat asked politely. "Are you suggesting ambushing him for touching your girl? It's not a bad idea," he added, smiling to himself as he thought about it.
"Just interested," Lestat shrugged. "Wonder what his motives are, if they are interesting at all. I know he cant hurt me... I'm intrigued, if nothing." Watch it, my friend, Lestat added in his mind to Edward. Watch what you say or I will rip you apart.
"I would love to, actually," Lestat smiled. "That was a thought of mine."
"Smart," Lestat said, rolling his eyes. "Who would have thought?"
"I could never argue with you there, my friend," Lestat sighed in agreement. "Though the sun will begin going down soon... what is your plan for this coming evening?"
"I would hope so," Lestat agreed. "There used to be a time when vampires would be killed by their own kind if they fed on any human that was not an evil doer."
"True," Lestat smiled, remembering. "She must have a lingering respect for mortal life..." He chuckled at Louis's phrase.
"I would assume so," Lestat shrugged. "I don't really care... what becomes of her is her choice; whatever generation's restrictions, rules, and qualities she posessess... well, we'll see."
"My generation of vampires is different than yours," Lestat explained with the smallest smile. "The one who made me... well, I knew him for a few hours. He taught me nothing but where to sleep and where all his wealth was, and then he killed himself. I was on my own to learn all that I have so much knowledge about now."
"No, I apologize," Lestat replied with some sympathy. "I've never seen or felt someone have a hold like that on anyone, especially you. It makes me feel almost grateful my maker is long dead."
"Both of you seemed to be okay apart... which is why you should let each other be, no doubt," Lestat muttered.
Lestat shrugged. "I've heard you referred to with that word... but I doubt you've been around that long... when age still matters and seems to accumulate, it means you're still young enough to notice."
"That's exactly what we're both wondering, I'm sure," Lestat replied. "Where I come from, people just don't collect, murder, and own those they create... but I guess your generation is different."
"I only have to say that John is someone I do not want to lose just yet, so I would appreciate it if you refrained from dispatching him till later on," Lestat spoke smoothly, giving John the smallest side glance. The man decided to stay silent.
Lestat grinned, turning to give Will a small bow. "Good evening, sir," he spoke politely. "John and I were just speaking about you... your intentions, to be more specific, actually."
"You'd best be careful what you say, though," Lestat began now. "I can smell him... he's close by... looking for you, maybe..."
