I would give anything; my blood, my love, my life...
There is nothing more idiotic than a melancholy devil. Therefore, Lestat decides that he is not being melancholy, merely dramatic. Perhaps even reclusive.
After making David his child once more, Lestat had stayed with the new vampire long enough. Long enough to bath David in the mansion's sumptuous bathroom suite, and, as promised, clothe him only afterwards in the finest tailoring. Long enough to aid his recovery and to watch him feed, a pleasure the Englishman rarely allowed him. Long enough for he himself to recover from David's breathless blood kisses of the night before.
And finally, Lestat had stayed long enough to break his repeated promise to David.
"Ma chéri, je suis ici."
Wordlessly, he had left, cloaked in dawn's early light; at a time when he knew the fledgling vampire to be unable to follow. It was a small betrayal of his beloved; small compared to the heinous act of the night before, when he had taken away, for the second time, David's chance at a life without damnation.
He did not go back to the house, not even when David had left, presumably to go back to that bar, the source of all this trouble. He knows that if he had gone back, Louis would scold him. He remembers Louis' reaction when he himself, having become mortal, had asked for a second chance at immortality. If Louis began again telling him how mortality was a gift, a gift not to be squandered, then he might just have started believing him. As it is, he wonders how long it will be before David begins to hate him.
After making David his child once more, Lestat had stayed with the new vampire long enough. Long enough to bath David in the mansion's sumptuous bathroom suite, and, as promised, clothe him only afterwards in the finest tailoring. Long enough to aid his recovery and to watch him feed, a pleasure the Englishman rarely allowed him. Long enough for he himself to recover from David's breathless blood kisses of the night before.
And finally, Lestat had stayed long enough to break his repeated promise to David.
"Ma chéri, je suis ici."
Wordlessly, he had left, cloaked in dawn's early light; at a time when he knew the fledgling vampire to be unable to follow. It was a small betrayal of his beloved; small compared to the heinous act of the night before, when he had taken away, for the second time, David's chance at a life without damnation.
He did not go back to the house, not even when David had left, presumably to go back to that bar, the source of all this trouble. He knows that if he had gone back, Louis would scold him. He remembers Louis' reaction when he himself, having become mortal, had asked for a second chance at immortality. If Louis began again telling him how mortality was a gift, a gift not to be squandered, then he might just have started believing him. As it is, he wonders how long it will be before David begins to hate him.