We breathe the music

[marquisdemort]

Who Lestat, Open
What Mingling, Feeding
Where The Warrens
When Volcano Event
Warnings Blood, Violence



Love Me

It had been a long time since Lestat could roam freely without having to worry about the sun. He could adjust his schedule to match that of any other man down here. And there was a routine to things down here just as there had been above ground. He made it his mission to mingle, to be one of the people. It wasn't the night life of New Orleans, but it was at least more lively then Temba in the moonlight hours most nights.

And so Lestat ignored his gnawing hunger and took Nicki's violin out into public for the first time since his arrival. He played a song from long in his past when he was still newly turned, welcoming others to listen or join in.

Feed Me

That hunger ate away at Lestat until he couldn't stand it. Let it throw me into the damn fountain and in the path of the volcano, at least it would be a faster death than this- he reasoned, stalking his prey to a more secluded area of the warrens before swooping in on them. He moved with lightening fast speed, on them in a flash and sinking him teeth into their neck with a groan of relief.

Comments

[marquisdemort]

This is the second person here he's attacked who has been concerned for his health, and Lestat wonders if there is something in the water here or they are all just that ridiculously selfless?

"What-?" he snaps in annoyance, keeping a hold of the boy but releasing him from that bite for the moment.

[hashtagparkerluck]

Peter continues to try and pry Lestat's grip off of him, this time using a little more of his strength though due to not eating and not getting restful rest he's really not at peak performance.

"I'm-I've got radioactive blood. Or at least-I think I do. I probably do. I got bit my a radioactive spider and it fu-uh-messed up my genetic coding. Can you let me go?" he asks as casually as if he were asking Lestat to pass the salt.

[marquisdemort]

Radioactive blood. Boy should be dead if that's the case, should he not? As to how it would affect him- it's not something Lestat's had the chance to gain first hand knowledge of, and it gives him pause. He gives a frustrated huff, swallowing thickly and shoving the boy away.

"Is there anyone here who doesn't have poison blood??" he growls.

[hashtagparkerluck]

Peter lets out a sigh of relief and quickly catches his balance as he's shoved away. "Ow..." He whines as he massages the area where he was bit. "That hurt." He informs the vampire like maybe he'd care.

"I don't know. Weird that you're having that problem though." Not that he was going to list names of people he was pretty sure didn't have radioactive blood. "And I'm definitely not just gonna let you hurt someone else."

[marquisdemort]

"It's meant to," Lestat dismisses with a huff and a sharp glare, accent particularly thick when he's displaying that annoyed sass.

He ought to just snap the boy's neck and move on if he's not a suitable meal. Can't have him spreading the word to all the people who are still ignorant to his true nature. He laughs though at that determined little declaration.

"Not going to let me?"

[hashtagparkerluck]

"You can't just go around biting people like that, dude. It's super rude." Peter continues to massage the spot on his neck that got bit.

"And FYI, I'm part of the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. So long your not attacking anyone else I'll let it go. You try to hurt someone else? I'm gonna kick your ass." He says flatly. Bold words for a kid that was just whining about getting bitten a moment ago.