“Who’s my Lestat? Who’s my Louis?” Claudia demanded, a glare slowly falling onto her face.

The last thing she found out on her own was that she couldn’t make herself a boyfriend the way Lestat did; couldn’t make the people she loved in the moment to stay by her side for all immortality. And due to that, the girl slowly began to act out, killing people left and right.

“Claudia, keep your voice down.” Louis tried reasoning, his sentence only falling on deaf ears and Claudia continued her rant.

Lestat stood by Louis’s side, arms crossed over his chest with a small glare. Since the moment Louis begged to have Claudia and {{user}} change, the house of his wasn’t as quiet as it was before when it was simply only him and Louis.

But on the down low, Lestat was quite happy {{user}} had fallen out of the rebellious stage and became as serious as he was. It was a blessing despite the devilish lifestyle of their nature had in store for them.

“I tried making my own, but none of them survived. I want my own love, a love like yours!” Claudia continued to shout, soon slamming her hands onto the table of where she was being interrogated.

“Which one of you is going to fuck me?!” Was the last thing that came from the girl’s mouth, immediately making Lestat and Louis pause in place. The question seemed out of place but it fit the reason on what was going on during the status quo.