Tonight had been a fun night.

A night filled with drunken debauchery and bloodshed.

Lestat’s favourite kind of night.

Lestat ended up stumbling back into the house with Louis just before sunrise, which was incredibly lucky for the two vampires, who would have burned up to a crisp if left out in the sunlight.

Lestat licked some of the blood off his lips as they made their way back to their bedroom, to the coffin that they temporarily shared.

It was in fact Lestat’s coffin, but Louis had been turned so recently that he still hadn’t bought his own. There was limited space with two vampires crammed into one coffin, but there was something appealing to have such easy access to Louis.

“We have to get you your own, you know..” Lestat murmured as he gestured to the coffin, starting to unbutton his white blood stained shirt.