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[captive_childe]

Claudia is curled up on a couch. She's wearing a simple dress this early in the morning. Not sure why, but it was what Bar had given her when she'd asked for a new dress. She missed Louis buying her lovely, expensive gowns

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[ancient_servant]

One of the vampires in the bar could feel something momentous had happened to one of his kind, and came up from where he'd been to watch the results.

[captive_childe]

Claudia was running away from Wish, happy as can be, when she runs smack into Khayman.

"Sorry!" Then she pauses, looking up at the one who had taken her hunting before. "Khayman! Mama fixed me! She made it so I'm not dead!"

Her excitement is childish, adorable, but very true.

[ancient_servant]

"You are still one of us, little one," Khayman said with a small smile.

For a vampire, there wasn't quite as much darkness and haterdaround her now as there had been, he thought. She was more vampire-normal, less granary of flour waiting to explode.

[captive_childe]

She dances around him, her pink dress flaring up.

"Now I can leave this place! Go with David. Find Louis. Speak more with Lestat."

And maybe forgive Armand.

Maybe.

[ancient_servant]

"I can take you hunting in St. Petersburg now," Khayman said.

[captive_childe]

She grins at him.

"Yes! And I can go with David. Maybe he will let me live with him. Do you think? Oh, to have a home -- not a bar -- and family again."

[ancient_servant]

"A home is good; you like that sort of thing when you're just a few hundred years old," Khayman said.

[captive_childe]

"I will always like it, no matter how old I grow, for I will always need it. I can't walk about on my own. Someone would notice."

She couldn't care for herself. Not really.

It was one of the reasons you weren't supposed to make them as young as she had been made.

[ancient_servant]

"It can be a strategy - the lost little girl that just makes you want to take care of her," Khayman said. "But you're probably already bored of it. And not taking care of your own mundane business might be irksome."

[captive_childe]

She liked being cared for. Pampered and lavished with attention and gifts.

"I promised Mama there would be no more games to trap prey. I promised to be a good girl. Not kill. Not be cruel."

Though how well she would do this, she wasn't sure.

[ancient_servant]

"How wil you feed, then?" Khayman asked.

[captive_childe]

She frowns.

"I... don't know. I'll have to find some way..."

[ancient_servant]

"What exactly did you promise?"

[captive_childe]

"I wouldn't kill anyone and I wouldn't be cruel. I'd be a good girl. My victims had to be willing."

It seemed so easy when she made the promise to her mother.

[ancient_servant]

"I can bring you some Petersburg urchins; they're willing to do anything."

Khayman shrugged. Keep to the letter, get somebody to help, end of tale.

[captive_childe]

She hugs him again.

She's very affectionate at the moment.

"Thank you! We can still hunt them. Just... make sure they don't mind being a meal."