H U N T R E S S

"normal day" at Frazetta family

R☆ckstar☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆: for a moment, Lestat imagined his uninvited guest for kneeling with gratitude to share his company. Theatrics aside, it could have been entertaining if not for the signs of danger permeating the air like a rising storm. The rockstar grimaces, visibly disturbed that it is his green room, of all places, that serves as the place for an unexpected confrontation. When his counterpart crouches lower and a long appendage, a tail(???), raises the dust and glitter from the floor, the vampire pauses, arching his eyebrow. He is taken aback by the fact that fiends come in different shapes and sizes, but he fully expected a vampiress. A feline? An inhuman depiction of prowling danger? Great.

A flash of fangs warns her that, despite his demeanor, Lestat is taking this threat seriously. He holds interest in protecting the venue and everyone who dwells inside. His band is not going to suffer because some cat lady (literally) decided to crash the afterhours. He summons her and she listens, throwing herself across the entire room to reach him. He is impressed by the lunge, but less overjoyed by the consequences. The vampire hisses as he confronts her head-on, capturing the feline where she lands. His power clashes against a wall of elastic lethality. And as they begin to shred each other, the rockstar lets out a microphone-worthy snarl as he digs his talons into the woman's sides.

With her atop, Lestat glares up through the shadow of his smudges mascara and concert adrenaline. Her hiss rings against his ears and the vampire's damaged chest bursts into a wave of manic laughter. He feels his claws peeling her skin just as she turns his already scarred flesh into warm butter. The room is going to be a mess, and fine, a mess it shall be. "It's more fun that way." Lestat grits his teeth in a splitting sneer as he shoves the feline off his body with inhuman strength. The imprint of glitter spreads against his back, joined by blood splattered from the deep wounds she leaves behind. He is on his feet with the help of his flight gift, sliding across the bloodied floor. To his lips, Lestat lips his stained fingernails, dragging his tongue along the trophy she left behind. He tastes her, demonstrably sucking on his digits with a dramatic pop. A swipe of a tongue across his lips and Lestat grins, beckoning her with a nod of his head.

"Round two? Don't hold on me now," the vampire's fangs drop at the taste of aromatic blood. He can hear her rhythmic heartbeat; and like a cobra yielding to the snake charmer's flute, the vampire is tempted by this new discovery. "You don't taste like catnip, mmm," he remarks playfully as he advances toward her. "Peaches. Did you eat someone who likes peaches?" The vampire attacks his counterpart this time, flying up into the air briefly to latch onto her shoulders and cast both of their bodies like discarded sacks of bones into the opposite side of the room, away from racks of expensive clothes. A closet full of jewerly explodes upon impact and wooden draws shatter as Lestat lands there, seeking to send the woman straight to Hell.

Damn, he was stronger than she expected him to be. She’s especially thankful for her healing factor, but he’s fast, too — that could be a problem. She’s grateful for the stall, for the little show he puts on as he samples her blood on his fingertips. She growls, each breath inward stinging the open wounds on her sides. Ten minutes — ten minutes & she’d be good as new.

Ten minutes is a long time when you’re equally matched. “I don’t eat people, handsome — I think that’s more your style.”

Oh fuck, he can fly, too. Fabulous. Greer tries & fails to throw herself out of his way, but he’s on her like a bad smell, & in the time it took her to blink he’d slammed the base of her tail right into a closet. Jiminy Crickets, that hurt! A high-pitched squeal of pain rings like tinnitus in her pointy ears. She uses the leverage behind her to bring her legs up between them, foot claws curling into his stomach as she pushes forward & sends him flying across the opposite end of the room.