The front door of the bar swung open, a man walked in completely unnoticed, for the people of this gloomy, depressed bar were already beyond drunk. He smiled at his good fortune. He would be able to take from whomever he needed as easily as possible without killing. This man is a vampire, blood drinker, demon, child of Satan, angel to God almighty, and among other things…surprisingly good looking. This man's name is Lestat. Lestat walked across the room and sat in a stool at the edge of the bar. The bartender walked over, she smiled casually and asked Lestat what he would like. Lestat smiled back and whispered," Something warm, maybe some heated rum would be nice. I feel the winter weather is getting to me." She replied in a soothing voice, "Sure, anything you like." Now, what's amazing about what just took place is that like most know, vampires don't eat, drink, or sleep like humans. They like warm things and while trying to keep a low profile, Lestat often found himself ordering these drinks and just watching the other people in the bar. As he sat back up against the smooth countertop of the bar, he realized this was the same bar that Roger had come back to haunt him in. He laughed quietly to himself and put his hand to his face to rub his eye. His eye, how elusive it had been, nearly stepped on by demons in hell. Wow, he thought to himself, Hell, it was real. Real as anything he could touch and Heaven, woe to be the wonders of Heaven. It had been a very long time since he went with Memnoch the Devil through Heaven and Hell. Before that experience had taken place, Lestat felt no compassion for Heaven and Hell. It had been so long ago that he had almost washed the memory completely away. But today brought tidings of something completely different. He was back in New York because David had summoned him. David, oh how precious and utterly magnificent was his beloved David. His most prized fledgling at one point, now a blood drinker almost as strong as he. The bartender came back with his drink and flipped her blonde hair affectionately toward him. He chuckled and smiled at her. He spoke in a sweet, but shallow voice," you don't want to get mixed up in with me, I'm afraid u might not like what you see when it gets dark out." She laughed out loud but quickly changed her expression to one that was completely grim. Lestat thought to him, At least she took the hint. At that point he sensed him, Ah David, how young and hopeful he was. Lestat had been following David through his travel to get to this bar with his mind. Funny thing about vampires, they have a gift with minds. Lestat greeted David before he could even open the door to the tavern. Outside in the cold, David was suddenly filled with warmth. Lestat, his maker, oh the sense of security David felt around him was overpowering. David entered the bar and walked over to Lestat, giving him a casual greeting mixed with a kiss. Only the kiss was nothing sexual, but a form of endearment, as David had bit his lip before kissing Lestat, giving him the taste of David's blood. David smiled at Lestat and spoke, in a grave manner," Lestat, how I've missed you, But there is so much I have to tell you and we can't discuss it here. Lestat I'm afraid, more afraid then I was when u left with Memnoch. Lestat there's something after us, something completely unstoppable, more powerful than the Devil, more graceful than God. Lestat I believe Caine has come back.
Lestat looked at David, not surprised but clearly not happy." David, how can you be sure? Caine was destroyed in the terrible fire, long before neither you nor I became vampires. Caine wasn't even that powerful anyway. Lestat thought to himself, I should be murdered for those words. Caine was the first. He was the most violent, the most successful, and clearly the most beautiful. What bothered Lestat the most was that no one had felt his presence. Surely Armand, or Marius would have felt his presence. This couldn't be, Caine had been strong but he was never as strong as Lestat. Lestat survived flying into the sun, Caine was supposed to have been burned alive just walking outside during the day. He looked into David's eyes. Amazing how fear disfigures such a beautiful face, how it torments the very beauty of a soul. He told David to walk with him down 19th street and to talk further there. The two left the bar, still completely unnoticed. Only the bartender, still in a daze from the beauty of these two men, was aware that they had just left.