Disclaimer: I do not own Lestat, Risika, Aubrey, Marius, Ather, Lucian, Dracula, Fala or Spike. However the other characters introduced into this story are mine.
A tall young man walked out of the bar, a long black and silver cane in his hand. He looked about 25 years old to the untrained eye; his long white-blonde hair framing his face had a silvery glisten to it, his silvery gray eyes glittering in the moonlight. He smiled at a passing stranger, his white fangs visible for just a moment. The man wore a red silk shirt tucked into black leather pants under a long black leather trench coat that just touched the heels of his tall boots.
At his belt, he had a silver dagger. This dagger was special to him. The dagger was in the shape of a wolf; it had once belonged to his daughter, Arianua, before she had been murdered six years ago. The silver that it was forged from was not ordinary human silver, human silver had no affect on vampires, this dagger was made of a silver yet unknown to humans; unfortunately, only Arianua knew the name and powers of it.
The young man walked into the forest. "Lestat!" Called someone in the darkness.
Lestat smiled and turned around. "Slayer. What a wonderful surprise. And to whom do I owe this pleasure?"
The Slayer, Harmony, just glared at him, holding a long sharpened wooden stake in her hand.
"So you wish to fight, Slayer?" Lestat asked.
In response to his question, Harmony leapt forward, holding the stake out in front of her. Lestat swerved out of her way, not that a mere piece of sharpened wood could harm him; he was too powerful for that. He just wanted the fight to last longer then the last time they had fought.
They were strong, agile and fast. Each one trying to anticipate the other's maneuvers. Lestat did not read Harmony's mind, even though he could have done so with the greatest of ease.
They dodged, dipped and rolled from one another's attacks. Harmony took her eyes off him for just a moment, giving him time to disappear.