13 Griffin Way, Sunday Night

[tyler_gone]

The taste of the priest's blood still sang in Louis' mouth as he ran back to the home whose keys had been among the belongings in the apartment where he woke up with that same priest the morning before.

He was the most vile of all sinners, and he knew it, damned even among those doomed to walk as vampires. The fact he knew Lestat would take pride in what he'd done made it sting even more.

He wondered, dimly, where Lestat and Claudia had gotten to; he hadn't seen them since the tavern the night before. With that thought on his mind, he started exploring the house, searching for signs of any residents living, dead, or otherwise.

[OOC: For the other vampeers and the housemates.]

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[tyler_gone]

"And heaven forbid you need to be fitted for a new suit," Louis called uneasily, shifting his weight from foot to foot as he tried to decide what to do. Turning to Eliza, he added, "Madame, forgive my friend."

She did look rather delicious.

[clevermsbennet.livejournal.com]

Eliza's eyes narrowed as she took in the newcomer. Her acquaintance of the previous evening, who seemed all too ready to defend the blaspheming masses.

"No gentleman would speak in such a way before a lady," she said icily. She was not familiar with his innuendo, but she was alone in a room with a gentleman to whom she was not related; she could imagine its thrust well enough. (Wrong though she was.) "If this is your house, sir, do please allow me to apologize for presuming upon your hospitality, and I shall leave it at once. If it is not, then you are not welcome in this room."

[shiroi_tiger]

"I am not welcome in many rooms, madame, though I seldom allow that to deter me." Lestat turned to Louis, a somewhat irritated scowl on his lips. "There are hunters on this island. Perhaps you did not notice? This one, she hunts zombies. That's no matter to us at all, I imagine."

A pause. An entirely too pleasant smile offered in Elizabeth's direction to be even remotely genuine. "With all respect due to you, of course. I'm certain that you're quite adept with your axe."

And then he was looking back at Louis.

"It's the vampire hunter brat that bothers me. Not dangerous except to clothing and pride, perhaps, though with our daughter out alone, I must wonder how long it will be before Claudia has the unfortunate pleasure of meeting her."

[tyler_gone]

"I found a priest," Louis contributed, eyes absent but trained on Miss Bennet. "Zombies, of course, how quaint. And a hunter? I had not heard of such a thing. I take it she had the misfortune of encountering you?"

[clevermsbennet.livejournal.com]

This time, when Miss Bennet clutched at her garnet cross, she did not let go.

"You are also unholy abominations," she said, willing her voice not to shake. "The girl, last evening, said that vampires walked the streets. You ... you monstrous beasts."

She was backing up, carefully, still clutching her axe. Anger was safer than fear. Rationality was preferable to either. Think, Lizzy.

[shiroi_tiger]

"What do you think, Louis?" Lestat spat, holding his arms open to reveal a bloody tear in his clothing where a crossbow bolt had struck him, and a long splash of liquid through his shirt that could really only be holy water, wouldn't it? "I decided to go dancing and I ran into a nasty water fountain?"

And then, all smiles again, his arms were at his sides, and he was raising an eyebrow at the lovely lady across the room.

"Oh, come now. We aren't so bad as all that. A little rough around the edges, perhaps," and at that, he smiled toward His Louis, "but certainly not beasts."

A pause.

"Well, unless we really, really want to be."

[tyler_gone]

"There is no need for your sarcasm, Lestat," Louis reproached, but he was already approaching the zombie killer. "I only asked..."

It was almost as if he'd forgotten Eliza was in the room, until he was at her side and grabbing for her wrist to knock the axe away, terrible hunger rising in him. "Madame, this will only hurt for one moment."

[clevermsbennet.livejournal.com]

"Unhand me," Lizzy snapped, panic rising in the back of her throat. She wrenched her wrist out of his grasp and swung the axe, wildly, in his direction.

Zombies were slow-moving, and much easier to hit. And there were two demons tormenting her ...

[tyler_gone]

Oh, that was not a smart idea at all. The axe bounced away from Louis'd forearm, leaving a gash that healed before the weapon clattered to the ground. He pulled his lips back to reveal his fangs and reached to grab her around the waist, trying to pull her too close to struggle.

"Forgive me," he whispered. The truly odd part was that he meant it.

[clevermsbennet.livejournal.com]

She struggled, but in vain; he was easily the stronger, and with her axe clattering to the ground, she had nothing but fists and fingernails. Either were laughable, considering how easily he'd brushed aside an axe wound.

"Please," she begged, voice catching on a sob. "Please, I beg of you, sir. Please."

She closed her eyes, trembling against him. She prayed for God to be merciful.

[tyler_gone]

That last please saved her life, for the moment. Because of it, Louis pulled himself back, or tried to, even as her blood flowed into his mouth and throat, intoxicating him with its sweetness.

He managed to disengage just before she would have died; he could feel her life ebbing away even as he tossed her to the ground. "Sleep," he said, roughly, and pulled a blanket over her still form.

He wiped his mouth and left the room, not looking back.

[clevermsbennet.livejournal.com]

Miss Elizabeth Bennet swooned, and slipped to the floor, insensible of her surroundings. She only knew pain, and blood flowing from her neck in a rush, as though it longed to be free of her.

There were lights at the edge of her vision as she slipped into a cold, dreamless sleep.