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[keepsonrunning]

Who: Lestat and Serena to begin with. Then Verona and then Sam Winchester. And Tony Foster thrown in the mix somewhere.
What: Serena is a silly girl who trusts too easily and is about to become a vampire's meal.
When: Following this.
Where: Lestat's room (Level 3, Room 19).
Warning: SCARY VAMPIRE FIGHTS AND BLOOOOOD!

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[gift_enjoyed]

And welcome he did. Lestat was up and opening the door swiftly, stepping aside to gesture her inside. He smiled, and there was the barest hint that his incisors were longer than they should be. Lestat had never been a fan of hiding, and here, where he didn't have to, he wanted to take full advantage of his new found freedom.

Full advantage.

"You came," he said pleasantly enough, and took a seat on his bed, reclining against the wall. Lestat waved at the desk chair with another smile, resting his arm on his knee. "I'm glad you did."

[keepsonrunning]

The way Serena's thought process worked was enough to boggle anyone's mind. She had never seen vampire fangs before, if that's what he called them. That's what they were to her anyway. When she did notice them when he smiled, her curiosity kicked in. Not fear, not even a suspicion, just innocent wonder.

She walked past him and sat down on the desk chair he gestured at, smiling back at him. "I'm glad I did, too." She had no idea how that statement was going to dramatically change. "Thanks again, it was really nice of you to invite me in."

[gift_enjoyed]

"Of course," he nodded, shifting to lean on one arm. "You certainly aren't the only one here who misses home. Where is it you came from? New York?" Lestat tilted his head to the side curiously. He watched her, feigning comfort, feeling the thirst coming on. Like climbing notes in his chest. He tapped his fingers against his knee. If people couldn't truly die here, there was nothing to b e guilty about. She'd enjoy it as well.

[keepsonrunning]

"Yeah, that's right. I'm from the Upper East Side in Manhattan." Not that it should mean anything to him by her saying that, but it was more of a habit to distinguish where in New York you're from. Especially when there are people who look down upon certain areas, like Brooklyn. "What's it like? Being a vampire, that is."

[gift_enjoyed]

He nodded anyway, as if it mattered to him. New Orleans was where he'd spend all his decades in the new world. Lestat didn't know much about the rest of the continent. Her question have him smiling again, vaguely predatory, mostly amused. "Would you like to find out?"

[keepsonrunning]

That question should have alarm bells going off in Serena's head, but no. Instead she just frowns as she cants her head to the side in both confusion and curiosity. "How exactly could I do that?"

[gift_enjoyed]

She was a lovely creature, and entertaining, but whether or not Lestat enjoyed her company or not wasn't going to matter. The thirst was there, adamant, demanding. He didn't notice that the door was not fully closed. What he did notice was the way she tilted her head to the side. Lestat stood and walked to her side, a little faster than a human should be able to. He smiled down at her.

"It's simple, really." Brushing some hair out of her eyes - away from her neck - Lestat leaned down to brace one arm on the back of the chair. "You'll see." No, she probably won't. Abruptly, he dropped his head to bite at her neck, free hand moving to her shoulder.

[keepsonrunning]

Serena was watching him very closely. As if she even had a chance if she thought there was something wrong. When he moved over to her quickly, she couldn't help jumping a little in surprise.

Then she finally became suspicious as he brushed her hair out of the way and gulped hard. But it was too late. She screamed as his teeth pierced her skin and tried to push him away, but she was helpless against him.

Time to let the others pop in?

[gift_enjoyed]

He pulled her out of the chair, held her against him as he drank. The allure of it all was the moment when hunter and victim join; his heart beat sped up as hers slowed, the patterns just off, but soon enough they would beat in tandem. That was why they drank.

Lestat slid an arm around her waist, holding tightly. It felt like eternity since he'd fed properly; it was like being back in New Orleans, in their decadent life, with his family, and he drank faster, waiting for that moment when their hearts beat together, for the warning before that last drop.

Yup!

[keepsonrunning]

Serena's attempt of getting away from him became weaker as more of her blood was taken. Her screaming became almost gurgled and she just slumped against him. The rest of her energy was spent trying to keep her eyes open and stay conscious, but with more blood gone, she was beginning to see black spots around his room. There was nothing more she could do now, so she just hoped someone would have heard her screaming.

It was!

[gift_enjoyed]

He could feel that connection, a heartbeat fluttering against his own, just out of time, and it was so perfect that he almost didn't hear her. Almost. Unlocking his jaw, blood dripped along his chin as Lestat lifted his head, eyes heady as he sized up the intruder. A crooked, bloody smile crossed his face as he pulled Serena closer against him, protective. Not for her sake, but his own. This meal was very much his own.

"I was," Lestat said as he licked his lips. "Unfortunately, there isn't quite enough to share."

[gift_enjoyed]

Ah, well. Her message was just as clear, but Lestat did not relax completely. He ran his tongue along bloody teeth, cocking his head to the side. He would not drain her dry, he did not have a death wish (as ironic as that phrase was). He'd learned his lessons well enough, after all.

"What are you suggesting?"

[gift_enjoyed]

Lestat bent his head slightly, mouth hovering over the two incisions he'd left. His eyes didn't leave Verona, though. "That isn't quite the purpose," he said, thoughtful but thirsty. "It isn't simply satisfying a need." It was a constant combatant for the loneliness. He was sure Louis would have something poetic to say about it. If he had not abandoned Lestat. Twice.