And then what?

But Lestat was different. He enjoyed the hunt, he took pleasure in it and embraced being a vampire. It was a welcome change honestly to what he’d known before. There was a thrill in taking a mortal life, tasting their memories, absorbing their stories. There was fun in just being in good company, picking out which mortals would be their meals. Yes, Armand didn’t need to feed as often, so when he was with Louis since it upset him, he always stretched it out. But here with Lestat, he could freely be himself, without judgement. Rarely did he allow anyone past his carefully crafted surface, but with Lestat it had started to feel easier.

The park was a perfect hunting ground. In ways it reminded him of Paris, and as he said before, all the mortals loved to be gathered near the water. Places like this were perfect hunting grounds. He could hear all their heartbeats, all their internal thoughts.

But damn, he’d forgotten his cigarettes back on the tour bus. He made a gesture with his fingers toward Lestat, requesting a puff of his. “ I favor the couple there. “ He gestured with his head alone. Lestat could feel and hear them just as much. “ Look at them, swallowing each other’s tongues. He wants to throw her on the ground right now and have his way with her. “

Armand chuckled softly. “ Passionate blood always does have a remarkable taste. One for each of us. “ He smiled a little. “ What do you think? “

Lestat passed Armand the cigarette and watched him intently as he took a drag, before he nodded toward the couple and Lestat looked away to see. There were some street lamps but nothing too illuminating, and there were trees and decorative brush along the paths, which besides the couple, was largely absent of people. They could take them, quick and quiet. Disposing of the bodies he'd leave at each stop was not as easy as it had been with an incinerator but the river was deep and wide and would hide the evidence long enough for The Vampire Lestat to move on. The manner of their death might raise questions, but the wounds could be disguised, made into thick and bloody gashes rather than the result of fangs, and the police would wonder why such a nice couple ended up nearly decapitated in the park.

It was a courtesy to the any vampires in the area, though Lestat's experience with the local covens hadn't been positive. Still, he knew how to clean up after himself. Taking his cigarette back, Lestat smiled, took a drag and let what was left fall to the ground, crushed under his boot. "I'll take the girl, if you don't mind," he purred, eyebrows raised in questioning expectation of his response and when Armand did not contest, Lestat was off. Much less pretense, perhaps a little less showmanship than he'd shown in earlier years. Today he didn't want to play, he wanted to feast. He moved with the speed allowed by the dark gift, and appeared next to the couple. In the dim light, he separated the women from her paramore, whispering something soothing to her, arm slipping around her waist as he dipped her slightly and buried his fangs in her throat.

She didn't even cry out. The man, of course, was left to Armand. Lestat drank deeply. Armand was right. They did taste better when they wanted to fuck. He'd always thought so. He could feed without killing, but he had no use for the girl after the fact. A groupie, maybe. A bite, a grope. Fun all around. Unfortunately this woman found him particularly hungry and without the patience to acquire multiple victims. When he pulled off the woman, who had grown limp in his arms, he looked until his gaze found Armand. And wasn't it a sight! To see Armand hunt was to watch an artist paint. The man, much like the woman, did not panic or scream. There was no time for that. Armand descended upon him and made quick work.

He licked his teeth, blood still coating the inside of his mouth, and he moved to arrange her on the nearby bench, looking perfectly alive, if not a bit tired. Her eyes were closed, but her expression was peaceful. "In the river? Or we could pose them here, together forever in death. A bit macabre but it's a little romantic, isn't it? He was cheating on her, you know. And she thought they'd get married, on a beach. Two children, maybe a dog." He stroked her cheek, almost tenderly, tilting her head back so it wasn't falling forward onto her chest. "I think she would have stayed even if she'd known. It's worse to be alone." His voice was wistful, sad, before he grinned and looked back at Armand. "Dinner and a show."

Lestat had taken off ahead of him but Armand was quick to follow, moving in shadow and speed with his dark gift. As the girl was pulled away, the boy didn’t even have time to protest. He’d turned his head away from she and Lestat, softly whispering. “ Shhh.. I promise you she’s in good hands. As are you.. “ He cooed softly, and willingly the boy started to turn his head, and Armand slowly sunk his fangs in.

He was delicious, a pure overload of passion and testosterone. He’d been aroused by her, and now aroused but this bite. Armand always did love to let some of his victims feel a type of bliss. It made the blood even sweeter. Just like a steak may taste worse if the cow died painfully, the same went for mortals. Dying happily and horny especially, always made them taste divine.

And like Lestat, his intense, bright eyes had lifted to watch the other vampire feed and he couldn’t lie to himself. He was aroused by the sight. Lestat always seemed to favor the girls, and just as easily his beauty and sweet words could charm any of them. He looked especially beautiful now, as he drank from her, his flesh already growing more mortal pink from her hot blood.

Armand embraced the boy until he was near death, stopping of course before his heart stopped. “ Mm. “ He licked his own lips, but of course not a single drop was spilt. “ With multiple women in fact. This was his favorite place to fuck — “ He followed Lestat’s lead, gently laying him back, posing him there with the girl, placing his hand atop hers. “ And they never said no. That’s what he believed anyway. “

Armand bit his thumb, moving it to the boy’s throat, rubbing it where the two dots on his neck were, watching them vanish easily. He lapped the little bit of blood off his throat, laughing softly at his hunting partner’s quip. “ Shall I take my bow? How many curtain calls, do you think? “ He chuckled softly, eyes raking over their respective victims, then to Lestat. “ No one wants to be alone. Now they can be here, together forever in death’s sweet embrace. “ He smiled a little at that.

Whatever this was, was a delicate dance. Armand was not ignorant that he was plagued by ghosts, visions. He had indeed observed him talking to what he knew was Claudia. He’d sworn to protect him, and if that meant not prying because Lestat might simply shatter? He would not pry. Perhaps one day, they would speak of such things. For now, he provided merriment and distraction.

Armand laughed lightly as he spoke of his diet. Yes, he could suspend the thirst for a much longer period of time than a vampire of Lestat’s age, but it didn’t mean he still didn’t enjoy the kill. “ I may not need the blood as often as you do, but you know I enjoy hunting. Even all those years ago, we hunted together, if anything but to enjoy each others company. “ He chuckled softly. Sort of like now.

“ I would hunt every night with you if you wished it. “. He paused. “ Well on the nights you aren’t enjoying your delivery, getting fat on your fan’s love! “ He’d laughed again as he teased, and when he’d said he grew fat on their blood he’d reached over to playfully pat his tummy in mocking.

Now this, Armand was enjoying. There were no expectations as of now. He didn’t have to dwell and think on his feelings for him and at the same time he didn’t give Lestat a chance to dwell in his darkness. No, this was simply companionship, and that was something they’d definitely needed.

So quickly Lestat moved, and that hand was placed at his lower back. Well, if he could blush he might have, but his face only blushed when flushed with blood. It always made them look more human. But it brought a soft laugh, a damn near giggle out of him as he guided him forward.

“ Always by the water. You know, no matter the continent, New World or Old, they always gather by it. “ He remembered nights he’d walked the Seine with both Louis and Lestat at different points in his life. Then he cast that wicked little grin. “ Now you have me starving for them! “ Without thought he wrapped an arm around his shoulders for a moment and squeezed, then released him.

“ I long for our feast. “

As they exited the venue, Lestat was pleased to make Armand laugh. He always had enjoyed the sound; there had been so little of it during their first meeting so many years ago. Armand often kept his true emotions and feelings trapped below the tense suspension of the surface, like an unbroken pond only disrupted by a pebble. Someone thought he was entertaining, which was nice. In fact, spending time with Armand was nice. It was not tense or awkward as it might have been, as perhaps it should have been.

Claudia berated him for his betrayal, another on-top of the pile, but if Lestat was being honest, he was more concerned with being alone than he was about his phantom daughter and her hateful words. She did not keep him company as often as he might like. To see her, this effigy of her, was both painful and meaningful. Like lashes on his bare back, suffering and bliss in one. But sometimes he needed an anchor in the real world, and that had become Armand. Louis was safe, off doing whatever it was Louis did, and Lestat was safe, too.

Guarded by The Vampire Armand, who had once been his enemy. They made their way through the dark city streets, the moonlight barely catching Lestat through the haze of light pollution. People going about their business, oblivious. A few vulnerable unhoused, which were not Lestat's first choice. They frequently smelled like urine and stale cigarettes and weren't always in the best of health. Crowded neighborhoods gave way to the river district, walking trails and benches and a smattering of green. A park, sprawling, mostly empty at this hour.

"Do you see anyone you like, cher?" Lestat inquiried as he took a drag from the cigarette he'd lit up some blocks back, letting the smoke waft from his open mouth as he turned glittering eyes back to Armand. Two predators, beautiful and hungry, hunting side by side. Louis had never loved it the way Lestat did. Lestat could have forgone the sex, the physical intimacy. It would have been difficult, yes, but this? This was so much more meaningful.

But Lestat was different. He enjoyed the hunt, he took pleasure in it and embraced being a vampire. It was a welcome change honestly to what he’d known before. There was a thrill in taking a mortal life, tasting their memories, absorbing their stories. There was fun in just being in good company, picking out which mortals would be their meals. Yes, Armand didn’t need to feed as often, so when he was with Louis since it upset him, he always stretched it out. But here with Lestat, he could freely be himself, without judgement. Rarely did he allow anyone past his carefully crafted surface, but with Lestat it had started to feel easier.

The park was a perfect hunting ground. In ways it reminded him of Paris, and as he said before, all the mortals loved to be gathered near the water. Places like this were perfect hunting grounds. He could hear all their heartbeats, all their internal thoughts.

But damn, he’d forgotten his cigarettes back on the tour bus. He made a gesture with his fingers toward Lestat, requesting a puff of his. “ I favor the couple there. “ He gestured with his head alone. Lestat could feel and hear them just as much. “ Look at them, swallowing each other’s tongues. He wants to throw her on the ground right now and have his way with her. “

Armand chuckled softly. “ Passionate blood always does have a remarkable taste. One for each of us. “ He smiled a little. “ What do you think? “

Lestat's fangs peeked out as he stood up and looked at Armand for a moment. "Hate me? Oh, please what the hell did I even do to you?" He asked while he moved in front of him. "Because I have more reasons to hate you than for you to hate me, no?" The thought of bring Claudia up killed Lestat but he needed to get his point a crossed.

" You act like you want to play rough but deep down inside you are a weak little thing. Now go on and go back under your bridge you little gremlin. You come back out when you are ready to play with the big boys. "

With a growl Lestat plunge his fangs deep within Armand's wrist and sucked on his blood. A moan then left his lips as that tasted he remembered all those years ago kicked back in.

You and I have been doing this song and dance for many years now. Just to come down to this moment. A moment I woule change for the word, Arun.

He heard the words in his head, and instantly walls started to melt at the single mention of his real name. Lestat still remembered, after all these years. Armand always felt vulnerable when he heard it, but it was amidst their vows of promises and love. It made him melt.

They stared into their eyes, but the sudden kiss made him swoon. Lestat had him utterly then, and Armand moaned, whimpered really as he was tugged close, fingers finding their way into those blonde tresses.

In-between kisses and whimpers, his mouth now hung open hotly. He needed him more than ever as his hips bucked into his body. “ Make love to me, Lestat. “ A whisper, fingers softly running down his cheek, then over his lips. “ And I will make love to you in kind. “

His maker was here, in the flesh. For the first time in over two years. Daniel had intended to shout. To sneer. To turn his back on the person who'd turned his back on him. Yet here he stood, unable to do any of that. It was like he was caught in Armand's orbit, unable to break free of it.

“ Still as sassy as ever, I see. “ Which was honestly something he always adored about Daniel, even when he was young. But when he was young there was mesmerism really. Now that he was seasoned, he was all the more sharp on his wit. Though .. if he thought about it Daniel was still newly born.

He noted the defensive arm position. Even now, Daniel was hugging himself, protecting himself. He’d watched his fledgling from afar, and so many times he had wanted to step forward and say things to him, but Armand couldn’t bring himself to do so. He hasn’t been strong enough until now.

Slowly, as if to not scare a skittish animal, he crossed to him. He even touched him, a hand falling on one of his crossed arms. Oh and his rage was exquisite. “ I am here, as I finally grew the courage to step from the shadows. And I am here because you are in great danger with Lestat, Daniel. “

This had nothing to do with jealousy. He knew his fledgling, his only fledgling was in grave danger. Daniel had his bloodline, and he took to vampirism beautifully, but he still cared. It was.. hard for Armand to admit such things to himself.

Then without a second thought, his hand lifted and the back of his fingers stroked his cheek. “ Seeing my own eyes looking back at me. Blood of my blood. “ He offered a meek smile. “ You bare all the more beauty now that I see you this close. “ Much better than the shadows. “ My only fledgling. “

INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE (2022-) | S03E01

“ I know you did, Lestat.“ Armand answered simply enough, because he knew just how lovesick and yet hurt by Louis that he was. That sad smile had lingered on Lestat’s face, but Armand couldn’t help but tilt his head against the fingers that brushed his cheek for a moment. All he could truly offer was support, and the more they spent time together, the more they could both open up.

If only Lestat knew of how terrible much of their time together was. But Armand did not speak of it, and frankly did not want to remember times where Louis had practically been rough with him, even if he might have even wanted it. He did not want to remember the times he’d felt his own trauma resurface. They had manipulated each other in their own ways. No, all these things he kept locked away deep in his mind where none could see. And even if he voiced it, Lestat probably wouldn’t have believed it all anyway. Well definitely the lying part. But even in their tumultuous relationship, even Armand had found a type of toxic love with Louis. There had been good times, but after the trial, their relationship was based on several lies. It made what happened in 73 look like child’s play.

Hell, he’d been so angry and broken that he’d tortured Daniel for days on end. It was no wonder the whole thing came crashing down, and again, almost like a broken record, he’d made Daniel suffer for it. Well. He’d wanted to break him. Sometimes, like the younger creature he was, he liked to see things broken.

But now he lifted his hands to grasp the fingers at his cheek, briefly offering them a kiss, with his own words of wisdom. “ It is all right to be saddened by what transpired, Lestat. You do not need try to hide melancholy from me. “ It was just a gentle reassurance, from an older soul who had lost much as well. In some ways, the two of them were too alike.

But he released his hands from that moment of kindness and empathy, offering a boyish little smile. “ Yes, let’s. “ About the hunting of course. “ I have to admit I had forgotten the joys of hunting with a pack, even if we are merely a pack of two. “ He chuckled softly, shaking his head. Now it was time for them to both stop moping, and enjoy the blood together.

“ So! Who shall we feast upon tonight? Where might we go to find our quarry. “ Again, he smiled. If it was one thing they both enjoyed, it was hunting and playing with their food. All mortals should be afraid of the nights they hunted together. “ I know how easy it is for food to just be thrown in your face at a venue. “ A soft tease. Armand was in a good mood it seemed, and hoped it helped rub off on the other. “ But tonight, we truly hunt. “

Lestat appreciated that Armand didn't pry, although he could have forced his way past Lestat's mental defences if he'd wanted to. Not because Lestat was weak and Armand was strong, though that was part of it, but because he had been struggling to keep the walls up in his mind for some time. Nightmares blurred with the waking hours, visions and voices. Haunted by Louis and Nicki and Claudia, to name a few. Surely Armand had witnessed him conversing with them more than once, and how fragile he must have seemed!

But Armand seemed determined to respect his privacy. Perhaps he too was unsure what he would find if he looked too deeply. It was clear Lestat was unwell. Still, he could hunt. His body double sent out into the world, his alibi handsomely compensated. He and Armand in the city. Who knew what other vampires were out there? And in what number? But he felt no fear. Armand was worth a dozen, even if he looked slim and childish. It always struck Lestat how boyish he could appear even though they were the same height.

No one would ever have called Lestat boyish. As he took a step back to allow Armand to move, Lestat laughed. "I do appreciate delivery but I also miss the old days, no? And I'm lucky if you'll join me for how often you eat." Rarely, in fact. Lestat wondered how old you must become before you no longer craved the blood like he did. It was likely a few centuries off. And who would he be without that craving? A true vampire who did not desire it? It seemed impossible.

"I'm told there is plentiful prey down by the water. Shall we?" He asked, coming up behind Armand with his vampire speed, placing a hand on the small of his back, as if to guide him out and toward their destination. It wouldn't be a fair fight, two of them against a human or five. They wouldn't be able to play too much with their food but it would satisfy the hunger which was really all he needed at this point. The rest of the band was already merry making at a nearby club, on Lestat's dime of course. They could later if they do chose.

Whatever this was, was a delicate dance. Armand was not ignorant that he was plagued by ghosts, visions. He had indeed observed him talking to what he knew was Claudia. He’d sworn to protect him, and if that meant not prying because Lestat might simply shatter? He would not pry. Perhaps one day, they would speak of such things. For now, he provided merriment and distraction.

Armand laughed lightly as he spoke of his diet. Yes, he could suspend the thirst for a much longer period of time than a vampire of Lestat’s age, but it didn’t mean he still didn’t enjoy the kill. “ I may not need the blood as often as you do, but you know I enjoy hunting. Even all those years ago, we hunted together, if anything but to enjoy each others company. “ He chuckled softly. Sort of like now.

“ I would hunt every night with you if you wished it. “. He paused. “ Well on the nights you aren’t enjoying your delivery, getting fat on your fan’s love! “ He’d laughed again as he teased, and when he’d said he grew fat on their blood he’d reached over to playfully pat his tummy in mocking.

Now this, Armand was enjoying. There were no expectations as of now. He didn’t have to dwell and think on his feelings for him and at the same time he didn’t give Lestat a chance to dwell in his darkness. No, this was simply companionship, and that was something they’d definitely needed.

So quickly Lestat moved, and that hand was placed at his lower back. Well, if he could blush he might have, but his face only blushed when flushed with blood. It always made them look more human. But it brought a soft laugh, a damn near giggle out of him as he guided him forward.

“ Always by the water. You know, no matter the continent, New World or Old, they always gather by it. “ He remembered nights he’d walked the Seine with both Louis and Lestat at different points in his life. Then he cast that wicked little grin. “ Now you have me starving for them! “ Without thought he wrapped an arm around his shoulders for a moment and squeezed, then released him.

“ I long for our feast. “

con't from here with @strxgxi

"It's my fault. My doing. I sent him away. I am the one who ...I am the one who ended things. After the book came out, all of that brought to the surface once again ...I could not look at him. I could not be with him. He may have forgiven me for things past but it doesn't make it any easier to relive, no? His villain. Not many pages spent on the love we shared. And there was love. We did love each other." He still did.

"It's better for him to be away. Safe. He wants to be his own companion. I respect that. I'm sorry to keep asking. I'll stop. He has my number, doesn't he?" Lestat smiled, but it was sad. His fingers lingered at Armand's cheek and he tilted his head. "I know you do not wish to hear about it. Anymore than I wish to hear about your time together." Finger tips brushed his cheek, as he swallowed hard.

"Shall we hunt?"

And only then did his hand fall away, and he lifted his chin, trying to appear better than he felt, rallying for Armand's sake. "I'm hungry and could use a distraction, hm?" Armand was not wrong. His efforts were not fruitless. There was, of course, a great armor on Lestat that would take longer than a few weeks to crack but he was more himself around Armand, allowing the older vampire to see him properly.

He knew Armand wanted more and it wasn't as if Lestat did not want to seek comfort with him. It wasn't just Claudia between them, it wasn't just Louis. It was his own mind, his own guilt and agony. He didn't want to give Armand the wrong impression or lead him on. He was enjoying his company and did not want it to end, especially not if that was all Armand wanted from him. Everyone wanted something from him.

“ I know you did, Lestat.“ Armand answered simply enough, because he knew just how lovesick and yet hurt by Louis that he was. That sad smile had lingered on Lestat’s face, but Armand couldn’t help but tilt his head against the fingers that brushed his cheek for a moment. All he could truly offer was support, and the more they spent time together, the more they could both open up.

If only Lestat knew of how terrible much of their time together was. But Armand did not speak of it, and frankly did not want to remember times where Louis had practically been rough with him, even if he might have even wanted it. He did not want to remember the times he’d felt his own trauma resurface. They had manipulated each other in their own ways. No, all these things he kept locked away deep in his mind where none could see. And even if he voiced it, Lestat probably wouldn’t have believed it all anyway. Well definitely the lying part. But even in their tumultuous relationship, even Armand had found a type of toxic love with Louis. There had been good times, but after the trial, their relationship was based on several lies. It made what happened in 73 look like child’s play.

Hell, he’d been so angry and broken that he’d tortured Daniel for days on end. It was no wonder the whole thing came crashing down, and again, almost like a broken record, he’d made Daniel suffer for it. Well. He’d wanted to break him. Sometimes, like the younger creature he was, he liked to see things broken.

But now he lifted his hands to grasp the fingers at his cheek, briefly offering them a kiss, with his own words of wisdom. “ It is all right to be saddened by what transpired, Lestat. You do not need try to hide melancholy from me. “ It was just a gentle reassurance, from an older soul who had lost much as well. In some ways, the two of them were too alike.

But he released his hands from that moment of kindness and empathy, offering a boyish little smile. “ Yes, let’s. “ About the hunting of course. “ I have to admit I had forgotten the joys of hunting with a pack, even if we are merely a pack of two. “ He chuckled softly, shaking his head. Now it was time for them to both stop moping, and enjoy the blood together.

“ So! Who shall we feast upon tonight? Where might we go to find our quarry. “ Again, he smiled. If it was one thing they both enjoyed, it was hunting and playing with their food. All mortals should be afraid of the nights they hunted together. “ I know how easy it is for food to just be thrown in your face at a venue. “ A soft tease. Armand was in a good mood it seemed, and hoped it helped rub off on the other. “ But tonight, we truly hunt. “

Lestat's fangs peeked out as he stood up and looked at Armand for a moment. "Hate me? Oh, please what the hell did I even do to you?" He asked while he moved in front of him. "Because I have more reasons to hate you than for you to hate me, no?" The thought of bring Claudia up killed Lestat but he needed to get his point a crossed.

" You act like you want to play rough but deep down inside you are a weak little thing. Now go on and go back under your bridge you little gremlin. You come back out when you are ready to play with the big boys. "

Whipping the bloody tears from his eyes, Lestat leaned in and pressed his lips onto Armand's kissing him softly.

Mon amour, mon bel amour. Je promets de ne plus jamais te faire de mal.

Armand was being calmed by his actions and words. When Lestat was kind and loving, he gave everything to you. It was what he felt now, an overwhelming love from the vampire he’d loved from afar for so long now. This felt right. This was how things should be.

He eyed at his offered wrist, staring into those beautifully intense eyes of his. They were bright and grayish-blue with emotion now. He took the wrist with gratitude, bared his fangs and sunk them in his open flesh, slowly drinking, softly moaning.

Et je ne te ferai plus jamais de mal. Nous n'avons pas besoin de nous cacher notre amour ni notre douleur.

This was a petite drink, as they called it. He wanted more, but he took enough to savor that vow. He lapped the wound closed like a kitten. Then it was his turn to roll his sleeve up, eyes locked on his just as intensely as he bit his fount open. Now he offered it to Lestat.

Lestat's fangs peeked out as he stood up and looked at Armand for a moment. "Hate me? Oh, please what the hell did I even do to you?" He asked while he moved in front of him. "Because I have more reasons to hate you than for you to hate me, no?" The thought of bring Claudia up killed Lestat but he needed to get his point a crossed.

" You act like you want to play rough but deep down inside you are a weak little thing. Now go on and go back under your bridge you little gremlin. You come back out when you are ready to play with the big boys. "

I will be sure he pays for that, for i never tought him to act that way.

But then again that's who Louis was before Lestat ever turned him. He was a monster before Lestat even sunk his fangs into him. At the time he felt that's what pulled him to Louis.

“ Whatever happiness we had was a falsehood, and I was too afraid to be alone. Even after everything, after he brought us both to our breaking points. I remembered what it was like to be alone. “

And I inflicted that loneliness on you, in turn, all those years ago when he chose me. When truly, even after everything, we should have chose each other.

When he finally looked at him, and said he’d break every bone in Louis’ body again for what he’d done, and if he tried to do it again? This was when his bloody tears came. It was when Armand wept, no. It was when he sobbed, holding onto his face.

“ Forgive me for how I wronged you. I never want to be alone. I’m terrified when I’m alone. I am.. “ He choked up. “ ..a monster when I’m alone. And I, I believe you won’t ever let that happen to me again. Please. Promise we will stay together now. I cannot bare the thought of otherwise. “

Lestat's fangs peeked out as he stood up and looked at Armand for a moment. "Hate me? Oh, please what the hell did I even do to you?" He asked while he moved in front of him. "Because I have more reasons to hate you than for you to hate me, no?" The thought of bring Claudia up killed Lestat but he needed to get his point a crossed.

" You act like you want to play rough but deep down inside you are a weak little thing. Now go on and go back under your bridge you little gremlin. You come back out when you are ready to play with the big boys. "

Soon Lestat felt Armand's tongue slip into his ear and a soft moan slipped from his lips. "If i have to tell the truth then so do you." He whispered softly. "Tell me something? Was it painful being with him all those years? Having him dress you and tell you how to eat. Must have all been stressful, no?"

His playful vibe slowly sunk away, and he lifted his head up from Lestat’s ear, but couldn’t look him in the eye. “ Louis left with me to hurt you. “ It was said so flatly, without any emotion. “ And at the time I was still angry with you, and too afraid to be alone. I had done something that caused pain to both of you. That is difficult to ever forgive, but.. “

A single hand that was on his chest, clenched at the fabric of his shirt. “ I stopped hunting for fun. He knew I didn’t need it, so it was forced upon me.”

It was only then that he lifted his eyes. “ As was what little sexual encounters we had. Louis.. “ He frowned, looking down. “ Reminded me of him. He’d shove me face down. Take what he wanted.. and that was before the Theatre was set ablaze, but it only got worse after that. “

He tilted his head, looked away and let out the saddest, pathetic little laugh. “ I was property again, Lestat. He was .. how did the Americans say it.. a pimp again, and I was owned. And when he wasn’t taking what he wanted from me, or hating me, he was running around with every mortal he could find. I’m surprised myself he did not fuck Daniel in 1973. He almost killed him. “

Lestat's fangs peeked out as he stood up and looked at Armand for a moment. "Hate me? Oh, please what the hell did I even do to you?" He asked while he moved in front of him. "Because I have more reasons to hate you than for you to hate me, no?" The thought of bring Claudia up killed Lestat but he needed to get his point a crossed.

" You act like you want to play rough but deep down inside you are a weak little thing. Now go on and go back under your bridge you little gremlin. You come back out when you are ready to play with the big boys. "

" And then what ? You will come running to me to comfort me ? " Another groan left his lips as he moved his head back bit. When he looked at Armand once more he moved his hand slowly to the back of Armand's head and pulled on his hair a bit.

“ Did you forget whose interview it was? I got dragged into it by our Louis. Mr. Molloy didn’t write kindly me either. But yes, I said some things. I was angry at you still. But we can’t hold onto that anger forever can we? “

And then he laughed all bubbly, fangs cutely displayed. “ Oh are you validating you have feelings now? Mm.. that’s a step in the right direction. “ He teased of course, but they were still testing each other in their own ways.