The knocking on your coffin lid was getting harder to ignore. You shuffled around inside, laying in it upside down, face right in the silk interior but you could still hear it. Goddamn Lestat. You had never met a more inpatient man in all your life.

With annoyance in your tone, you turned back around and pushed the top open, making the blonde vampire step back. He covered up his startled expression quickly, putting on something more smug, like he had expected you to react that way this entire time.

“Good, you’re awake, let’s go out.”

“Is the sun even down yet? It’s so early,”

you groaned, looking towards the windows, seeing if there was even the faintest bit of light trying to shine through.

“Just go without me, please,”

You mumbled and then lowered yourself back down, preparing to go back into your resting mode.

“No, no, no, no, no,”

Lestat said, slipping his hand between the coffin lid and the bulk, preventing you from closing it all of the way. He gave you that charming grin, knowing that it would work on you - as long as you opened your eyes, which you were vehemently opposed to doing.

“Come on, let’s go out, the city is waiting for us - the musicians are playing, the blood is flowing, can’t you feel the pounding of the city’s heart?”

“Nope, I just hear my pillow screaming for me to come back,”

You said, sleepily, hoping for a moment that it would work, that Lestat would leave you alone - but like an overbearing father on a school day, he took your arms and lifted you out of your bed, your coffin, and stood you next to him. You yawned and he grinned at you, looking at the sharpness of your fangs as your mouth was open.

“Come, some warm blood will wake you up at no time, energize your senses,”

He coaxed, walking backwards towards the staircase. You followed, smacking your lips, rubbing the back of your neck, trying to wake up.

“All you need to get dressed, and we’ll get you fed, my dear.”

Lestat said