Lestat paced the streets with a purpose. He couldn't believe Louis left him again. He would have forgiven him for attempting to take his life, and then running to Paris, but now to be left again. All Lestat wanted was a companion. He had created Louis for that purpose, and now that companion had decided to move on. He sighed, tired of the lonely traveling. Contrary to what Louis stated, he did in fact feel, and was in fact lonely.
He walked through the streets, not fully paying attention. He had already sated his thirst two days ago. He was not looking for a meal so much as moving through the city. The sun had just set, and Lestat knew the nightclubs would start and he could blend in with the crowd of people. He hadn't found anyone ever since reading what Louis had said. He knew what was going to happen after that, and had tried to distance himself from Louis. Still, he was lonely.
Without realizing it, a scent brought Lestat out of his contemplations, guiding him into a smaller nightclub. He could hear the dance music, surprised that it wasn't that over the top stuff most clubs played. He inhaled deeply, trying to pick up the scent, before sitting next to the door to figure out exactly who it was.
He walked through the streets, not fully paying attention. He had already sated his thirst two days ago. He was not looking for a meal so much as moving through the city. The sun had just set, and Lestat knew the nightclubs would start and he could blend in with the crowd of people. He hadn't found anyone ever since reading what Louis had said. He knew what was going to happen after that, and had tried to distance himself from Louis. Still, he was lonely.
Without realizing it, a scent brought Lestat out of his contemplations, guiding him into a smaller nightclub. He could hear the dance music, surprised that it wasn't that over the top stuff most clubs played. He inhaled deeply, trying to pick up the scent, before sitting next to the door to figure out exactly who it was.