‘Crap Crap Crap!!!!’ The cat barreled off the desk, causing the papers that were in neat piles to scatter in her wake. That’s it; it was time for drastic measures! She sulked in the corner for a moment, her pride damaged and her fur had lines of…
Willow was suspicious. Lestat never cooed to her unless… Her eyes went wide as she bolted down the stairs. Wriggling her way under the couch Louis was normally on, she waited. This was the one room she’d never seen Lestat flip the furniture of. Who knew? She stayed motionless, calming herself so she could follow the sounds of the blond vampire. She knew better than to think he’d given up the hunt, not after what she’d just done.
♛He had just gotten a few strokes in, emboldened by the very faint purring she could not contain. As Lestat inched closer, she knew the game, and FLED. Gritting his teeth, Lestat collected himself, and then followed her ONCE AGAIN. This chasing nonsense was becoming intolerable. He floated down the stairs as stealthily as possible, listening for her pulse.
The sound of her rapidly palpitating little heart was enticing, he might have very much enjoyed draining the life from it under these special circumstances, if he could get away with it sans punishment. Holiday decorations all around the flat served as a reminder that this was not the time to start a war with any of his little coven. However, there were more fun things than killing or bloodletting…
With a little thought, Lestat watched triumphantly as Willow was tugged by an invisible hand and suspended in the air, clawing at nothing! Would she care to take a spin? He considered this while settling down below her on the couch, keeping her helplessly treading afloat in midair.
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