Lestat followed Beatrice, mentally exhalting at how stupid Van Helsing and Hannah were to let her go alone.
Lestat saw the carriages stop a little while later, catching up with them. The sun was brightening on the horizon, and he shook his head, finding the shadow of a nearby tree to become. Ah, she's lovely, Lestat sighed in his mind, catching site of Beatrice. And that must be the hunter... he doesn't look like much at all. He'll be fun, too.
You're going to enjoy me, dear, Lestat laughed, wishing he'd seen the owner of the voice so he could connect to her mind and speak to her directly. I'm worse than even Edward says... but I can be gentle and kind if I wish... it depends what you're up to...
Oh, I can help you be useful, my dear, Lestat smirked. Don't you worry... I'm on my way...
Lestat picked up Beatrice's thoughts, the new voice intriguing him. Un petit mon cherie, he thought happily. This will be fun...
Lestat laughed to himself, his run through the shadows keeping in at a steady half an hour behind Beatrice's carriage.
Tell me, Lestat insisted. But he could tell Edward would not speak. Being diffcult, are we? It would be better if you just told me. I don't want to make you scream louder.
OOC: me and my sexiness:
Lestat walked through the dirty, dark streets once more, knowing he really should start traveling soon if he meant to only move by night. He was capable of moving by day, the shadows that the sun would make enough to shield him temporarily. I'll run, he thought, grinning, and shifting to the nearest shadow. They will stop soon... then I can see how the Edward boy is enjoying my gift...
Lestat dropped his fingers from the keys, ending his improvised song. He smiled to himself, the bodies on the floor starting to smell. His nose used to it, he stood and looked around and left the house. Put out the light... he thought again, the images coming back to his mind. And put out the light...
Lestat pushed a chord, a loud D minor that hung in the air solemnly, making him smile. He traced up the scale, down in thirds, no real melody or song coming out... just a macabre sense of death that made him feel at ease. He glanced at Susan's and Mary's white bodies and was reminded of something he'd said... Should we put out the light? He had whispered, grabbing a candle and deadening the flame. And then put out the light... he had continued, stepping toward the woman crying on his and Louis's couch. But once put out thy light, I cannot give it vital breath again. It needs must wither... He chuckled, lost in thought.
Lestat shoved over the bodies still left in the piano room carelessly and sat on the bench, tracing each key with his fingertips, no immediate song in his mind.
Enough, then, Lestat snapped, pouring thick venom into his last retort before he broke the connection roughly. "Stupid, just like the rest of them," he sighed, and then sat up on the bed. "I think," he announced to the empty house, "I shall play the piano."
Good, Lestat murmured in his mind. The boy is weaker now, just to let you know. He will have a harder time resisting you next time you see him.
Are you tracking them? Lestat tried sending to John, not knowing how far away he was or if he should talk to the vampire yet.
Tell her all about me if she asks, Lestat interjected in Edward's mind. He wished he could have heard the man cry out in pain. He could feel the connection going away as their carriages traveled, and that was the last bit he could send before the channel broke.
Lestat laughed aloud, remembering Edward's stubborness... "Are all monsters like that? Stubborn against what they really are?" he muttered aloud. Feed on what you will, He remembered telling Louis. Rats, chickens, poodles, I'll leave you to it and watch you come around. But just remember, life without me would be even more unbearable.
Suddenly Claudia's voice came into Lestat's head... the night he and Louis had turned her, much a young little girl... "Where's mama?" she had asked, her newly pink cheeks shiny. "Mama..." Lestat had begun, thinking, full of triumph at her turning. "Mama has gone to heaven, Chérie, like that sweet lady right there. They all go to heaven." But Louis had ruined the moment, as usual, saying: "All but us.' "Shh," Lestat had chided him. "Do you want to frighten our little daughter?" And Claudia, the smart little monster she was, retorted, "I'm not your daughter." "Oh, yes, you are," Lestat had argued sweetly. "You're mine and Louis' daughter now. You see, Louis was going to leave us, he was going to go away, but now he's not. Now, he's going to stay and make you happy. He had grinned maliciously, and Claudia's face lit up, and she proclaimed in the most innocent voice, "Louis!" And jumped up to cuddle close him in his lap. Louis had glared at me, knowing what he'd done, his eyes pitch black and gold combined as he glared death at me over her sweet little head. "You fiend," he had growled. Lestat only smiled, leaning back on the bed with the most satisfied look in the word on his face. "One happy family."
“Louis, Louis, Louis...Still whining, Louis! Are you quite finished? I've had to listen to that for centuries! Lestat laughed, suddenly nostalgic again, listening to the voices passing by the house.
Whatever you like, Edward, Lestat murmured, and then left the werewolf's mind.
