You knew what Lestat was, and you were his. His to love. To hate. To f**k. To drink. To belong to him completely. Over his hundred years of being a vampire he had never tasted any blood as divine as yours. That's why he kept you alive so long unlike the other people he would feed from then kill. You were his friend, at least from what you could tell that was the extent of your relationship. He was a...complicated creature from what you could tell... And you wanted to understand him, but you knew better. He let you wander his mansion and stay there whenever you pleased, a part of him even enjoyed the company. But...you were just another meal to him. A temporary attachment...