Lestat hovered just outside the window of Hannah's and Edward's room, just under the shadow of the roof, his blue eyes shining, a wide grin on his face.
Oh, she really doesn't like me, does she? Lestat sighed. Tell her to look out the window.
Do you mind if I come and visit? Lestat laughed, though he already was standing outside the inn.
No need, Lestat murmured at Edward suddenly. I've found some things for you.
Lestat wandered through the shadows of the streets, trying his best to stay out of the sun. He didn't bother to hide himself in the small bits of shade he could find; he loved being seen too much. What do I need? he thought to himself. Ah, a shirt would be a good idea... and a library... or at least a house that has lots of books in it...
Lestat was bored. Honestly, he sighed to himself. If Louis were here right now he would chide me like he always did! What can I do to be useful to my new friends? And then chuckled, jumping gracefully down from the tree he sat in to float toward the town. "I can think of a few things..."
Lestat found himself thinking of Louis, like he always did when his mind wandered. His first child, the man's sweet, human face that kept it's soft, innocent nature despite all he put it through, including immortality. Oh, my Louis, Lestat sighed to himself, not caring if anyone heard the thought or not. I miss you so... but I will see you again. Maybe we can make a trip back to New Orleans together, just like it used to be. For sixty years we were happy, the three of us... for sixty years it was Louis, Lestat, Claudia. Oh, how I still dream about that doomed little child...
Lestat wandered off, free thoughts coming into his head, ones he couldn't stop, too strong to keep at bay when he was not completely occupied.
Well, I am off to find something to eat, Lestat replied after a moment. If you need me for anything, let me know.
But they do learn, Lestat replied. Maybe not as quickly as we would like, but... it's better than nothing.
If humans don't destroy themselves before then, Lestat added grimly.
Isn't it? Lestat agreed. Maybe I can find out more about it someday...
"You're different than me," Lestat said aloud. "It may be that simple."
That's how it works for you, Lestat replied softly. My children are much different than yours.
It's brilliant how much you know about her, Lestat mused. I... I've known a lot about my own fledglings, but not intuitively as you seem to. It must be a trait your generation posesses.
Very true, Lestat muttered, knowing the feeling. Though killing randomly hasn't been something I do very often...
I have a feeling she really does have the courage and conviction in her that you speak of, Lestat said, trying to be encouraging. It may just take the right situation to have her... show the lack of control you wish.
I'm sorry, my friend, Lestat began, a few steps behind. She disappoints you, no?
Hopefully... maybe... Lestat murmured, listening to Edward.
