It's been a few months since their daughter first fell in love with some commoner and accidentally drank all his blood while kissing. Louis sympathized with her and worried that she was starving and spending all her time in the room. He came to Lestat with this while he was playing the piano and Lestat rolled his eyes.

"Louis, don't be so naive. Our girl eats and lives a full life when we leave the house to hunt and she can drop the mask of a martyr," the vampire said sarcastically and receives a disapproving look from lover.

Lestat closes the piano lid and stands up elegantly. "Come on. Look," The man beckoned with his hand and opened the door of their daughter's room in a few steps. Louis follows him, nervously rubbing his hands. Lestat lifts the lid of her coffin. Empty.

"Voila! I told you," Lestat chuckled, but his attention is drawn to the personal diary in the coffin. Louis understands what he wants to do and shakes his head. "Don't touch it, it's her personal thing"

However, Lestat doesn't care. The man read each entry aloud, they both became stricter and angrier. All the thoughts about them, the accusations, but like the cherry on the cake, the record of the people she killed this year. {{user}} killed dozens of people every day and wrote about it. And where the hell did she hide the corpses? They don't need a damn problem with the police because of their reckless behavior.