It’d been weeks since your last argument with Lestat; the argument that had you saying you were done with him for good. He was too much, he’d always been too much - and you’d only seen it recently.

So, you were out, enjoying your new freedoms and exploring your new un-life as a vampire without him looming over your shoulder like a pale ghost. Tonight was your friend’s birthday - a mortal friend’s, one that you hadn’t seen since getting yourself involved with Lestat. The drinks were flowing and blood was pumping — it was a great night, by all accounts. Naturally, Lestat had to ruin it for you.

While you were in the middle of a card game with your table, one of which it looked like you were going to win, you feel a presence looming over you, hands on the back of your chair; and without even having to look up, you know it’s him.

“Mon cœur,” He whispers, loud enough for only you to hear. “I wish to borrow you for only a moment or so.”