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Her touch was light but sent a calming ripple through him, and he nuzzled his cold cheek to hers in gratitude. In their earliest days together, Claudia had often boldly played with handfuls of his hair as she rode in his arms, or when they reclined together on a divan at home, discussing the evening plans. On this night Lestat needed her reassuring touch more than ever. Their argument just a few hours prior had been scathing, the two at odds over her decision to end her flute lessons.

Louis had not had been home to voice his opinion, but Lestat knew well enough what it would have been. Lestat had surrendered. He could no longer ignore the glint of her hungry eyes when he and Louis deposited her at these lessons, the manner in which they waved goodbye to her, inching closer together before the door closed, she knew these lessons were in fact a carefully plotted arranged absence. So that they could be alone together. So that they could have one another in a way that she could not.  

“Mon ange,” he began, unable to say what needed to be said, “it’s our similarities that cause these fights, but also…” and he placed a kiss delicately on her lips, “what bring us together again.” He looked away, navigating the dark streets. They were almost at their destination.  

She hated their fights  because when they fought it was never just a simple argument. They were to stubborn and each of them always thought that they were right, wouldn’t settle for nothing more. She wasn’t ignorant, she knew what happen when she wasn’t looking or wasn’t around. She refused to think about it.

She loved her sires and wouldn’t ask for any other but at times she hated it all. She wasn’t a child and refused to be treated as such. But that wasn’t the point of this night. 

He’s words were nothing but fact and she knew them to be true for she had thought the same thing several times before. They feel of his lips against her’s softened her expression as she clung to his hand. He was the only man she could hate one moment and love the next. There relationship was a roller coaster and she refused to get off just yet.

She looked to where they were going as she shifted to walk closer beside him. “Yes….what brings us together ma cher…” With him it was hard to tell where they were going. He never said so she was left in curiosity. All she could do was hope it was a nice place thought wouldn’t start another argument.   

Lestat saw the distant look in her eye, chilling. It was jarring still to see the changes in her, expressions that a child would never feel, fleeting across her face as clouds covering the clear night sky. He swept her up into his arms. Easily holding the bundle of fabric and small body, he mused that most of the mass of pastel taffeta, ribbons, and velour cape was greater than Claudia herself. 

He rapped on the peeling door of the shabby shotgun house and when it opened, the light of a grimy fireplace and cheap oil lamps spilled out onto the pair. A greasy older woman, pawing at her clothes, did not even deign to say Good Evening, but merely stood menacingly in the doorframe. This hag was a child trafficker Lestat had been tracking, and she eyed Claudia up, quickly appraising the child’s worth. 

“Madame, my daughter and I saw you with some children a few nights ago, and we believe that they do not belong to you… ” Lestat said, pushing his way into the stuffy dwelling.