The man's thoughts were closed off to him in a way Lestat had only ever experienced with his maker and those he had made himself. A human had never managed to shut him out so completely, and if not for the roaring heartbeat and very real evidence of blood he'd wonder if the man were dead.
"Quiet, you-" he growled, keeping hold of one of those damn arms, too sharp nails slicing at the wrist greedily trying to suck down more.
He didn't get much before he found himself suddenly blinked away- not far- dropped from the air back down into the fountain with a confused and indignant shout. How had he done that??
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"Quiet, you-" he growled, keeping hold of one of those damn arms, too sharp nails slicing at the wrist greedily trying to suck down more.
He didn't get much before he found himself suddenly blinked away- not far- dropped from the air back down into the fountain with a confused and indignant shout. How had he done that??