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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.  

Claudia lifted her head as she heard Lestat’s request but she didn’t like it very much. The glared down at the woman after she had pushed in to a chair only to cause her to topple over with the momentum. The scarf around the human’s neck kept her from her goal and of course that wouldn’t do. She loved to her them scream with fear, it reminded her why she liked to hunt so much, that and the blood. This woman deserved to make every scream that she made because of her actions. Just the thought caused Claudia to pull back her arm and slap her firm across the face. Leaving the woman stunned from the pain, a red and print left on her cheek as well as a cut. The smell practically made Claudia swoon but she knew better then that.

She quickly gripped the woman firmly and reluctantly dragged her across the floor to where Lestat requested. Of course she rushed to her husband once free which brought Claudia to Lestat’s side. She watched at the blood slipped down to woman’s cheek from her slap and couldn’t help but let another growl slip from her lips as her eye never left her. Once her gaze shifted to the man she could only feel herself fill with more anger. She knew what this man had done to those children just by pulling it from his mind. She didn’t think much of humans put for one to do such a thing to there own kind let alone a child was unforgivable. And of course the woman was no better.

At the sound of Lestat’s voice suddenly she glanced to him for a slit second before looking back to their prey.

“Non!” She said suddenly as she stepped from Lestat and toward the humans. “I don’t believe you deserve to say fair well to each other. Just this closeness you have now is enough.” She practically growled as she rushed forward and grabbed the drunken man before throwing him to the side and away from his wife. She didn’t care to look where she threw him so of course the sound of furniture breaking followed along with the sound of the woman’s crys of worry. 

She turned back to the woman and pointed a finger at her. “Now now.” She began as a wicked smirk settled on her lips. “I haven’t even began to make you scream woman.” She reached forward quickly which cause the woman’s hands to go up in defense but that didn’t stop Claudia. She grabbed the woman by the back of her hair and pulled her forward away from the wall. “I’m going to make you feel exactly how you made those kid feel. Defenseless, weak, terrified, small…” She rambled as she stared into the eyes of the weeping begging woman. “How does it feel to be destroyed by the face of something you destroyed?”

The moment that Claudia showed her true preternatural strength with the evening’s victim was a moment Lestat always savored, his heart swelling with pride. Claudia’s control of the quivering beast of a woman proved to these despicable mortals that they were in fact at the end of their miserable lives. Amidst this dawning realization, Lestat also sensed from both of them that they wouldn’t leave this world without a fight. Delicious…

The scent of blood in the air was undeniably arousing, stirring his own need. The night was late, it had taken longer than expected to travel this distance, and the thirst pricked at him like deft fingers plucking at the strings of a violin. He gripped the arm of his chair, hard enough to splinter the wood, as Claudia stepped forward, spoke out. The tension in the air, combined with that slick red shine mere feet away, just under blazingly hateful eyes, proved too much for Claudia and she again attacked, quite without permission. Lestat had wanted to toy with these victims, but no matter, it was just as much amusement to watch Infant Death carry out the act in front of him.

Lestat also leaped forward, wrestling the husband flat on his back, from where he had been tossed some distance away by the strong little fledgling. The cursing from wet lips, spittle decorating the lapels of Lestat’s coat, rapidly became begging and pleading for his own life.

“Oh, just you? We should spare you and not Madame? Oh I couldn’t have guessed that you would, or could, be more vile than we already knew of you! What makes someone as horrible as you? Ah, don’t answer… I’ll find out myself…” and with that, he roughly tore away the fabric and sank his fangs into soft flesh.

Claudia’s voice in the room, threatening the woman, provided a perfect musical accompaniment to his meal. How lovely to have the very words he would have said, spoken aloud by the purest voice: “I haven’t even began to make you scream woman… I’m going to make you feel exactly how you made those kid feel. Defenseless, weak, terrified, small…How does it feel to be destroyed by the face of something you destroyed?” Was hunting alone ever as thrilling as this? He considered Paris… not merely the name of a place anymore but of a time period fraught with pain and pleasure… Gabrielle had found this type of drawn-out performance to be distasteful. She was certainly missing out.

Images from his victim began to pour into focus, weaving a story of a wasted life, petty annoyances, brutal crimes, combined with the drenching satisfaction of the blood itself, with the enveloping rush of the liquor adding a peculiar and familiar weight to Lestat’s fingertips as he massaged the flesh beneath him. This was a preferred position, straddling the man on the floor, with the victim propped against a peeling wall. So preoccupied with own thoughts and feeding, he only now caught the image of a blade appearing in the woman’s hand from the sparks of decision in her mind.

He broke free from his victim, mouth dripping thick crimson, and saw the flash of the dagger the woman was now using to try to stab herself free of his beautiful child! The liquor had slowed his movements, and Lestat shouted for Claudia, scrambled to reach her side, as Claudia cried out in pain.