Louis woke up the next night, Lestat not with him like he had expected. Though, it was still no surprise. He soon felt a cold gust of air hit his revealed cock, which made the crimson blush return to his pale face. From this, he covered himself.
He grabbed his clothes and changed in a matter of seconds. Right before he had buttoned his shirt, he smelled an alluring smell, one he knew all too well. He was going to go crazy if he got another whiff of the aroma.
It was fresh human blood.
Louis ran out of the room and down the prolonged hallway, almost as if the smell where a trail of bright pink paint so bright it brought a headache to any mortal's brain in a matter of seconds. The smell grew more tempting with every step, so much it started to reek.
Louis opened the door to where the smell seemed to come from, he saw Lestat and five lifeless women.
When Lestat noticed Louis' appearance, he pushed one of the corpses towards him. He pulled his fangs out of the mortal's neck and grew a wicked smirk.
"Dig in, they're irresistible."
"Was five truly necessary?" Louis asked at the sight of it all.
"Well if they didn't have such deafening screams, I would have just killed two of them. Damn women, they travel in packs like dogs."
Louis looked at the woman offered to him. Long chestnut hair, cherry lips, pastel skin, and soiled, grimy clothing. She looked like a poor hooker; and Louis meant that literally.
"She reeks…" Louis hissed, taking a step back.
"So? She isn't poisonous if that's what you're getting at."
Louis then realized something;
"So her heart's still beating?!"
"Of course it is, See?" Lestat grabbed the supposed 'corpse' and sunk his fangs into her, after a few seconds he let her fall to the floor with his blood-coated fangs flashing at Louis.
Louis felt as if he were going to be sick, but the feeling eroded. He was a vampire, he had been for over two hundred years; he should get over it. So, he took the poor wench and sank his fangs into her open wounds. He seemed to suck her dry, taking every drop he could from the whore before letting her fall to the floor.
"Poor whores." Louis whispered, looking at the tattered and, mostly, breathing remains of the make-up covered women.
"Poor? I didn't let them die that horribly, Louis."
Louis raised an eyebrow. "What exactly do you mean by that, Lestat…?" he re-examined the bodies.
"I had sex with them, your point?"
Louis stared at Lestat, speechless. "Why the Hell did you do that?! It wasn't necessary!"
"Well, I had to make one of them think it was business. The other was for funsies." Lestat laughed, holding up one of the fresh corpses by it's worn and blood-stained collar.
"Lestat, seriously…"
"I was kidding. Seriously, though, She looked like a transvestite."
Louis hissed, rolled his eyes and stomped out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Damn Lestat! You really don't know how to treat a man, do you?
Lestat reached out a hand, "Louis, don't do this, don't act like one of those PMS-y bitches you see on the street corners with make-up going down their faces while they pout and whine and scream until they're either made up to or killed!"
Louis went into 'his' room and into 'his' coffin, slamming the lid behind him as he started grumbling. "That little bastard how dare he have sex with a random woman on the street…"
Lestat tore the door down and ripped off the door to the coffin.
"Get out of there before I burn you alive." Lestat grabbed Louis and shook him, "You whiny little bitch."
"If you think that way, why did you make love to me last night?"
Lestat started to laugh, he laughed so hard he dropped Louis. "Made love to you? That's what you thought it was? Ha!" Lestat turned behind him and grabbed a moving blur from the corner and held it by the tail.
It was just a rat.
"Making love, ha, a good one Louis. But, do you really think I would ever do that for you?" Lestat sank his teeth into the rodent and threw it against the window.
"But you-"
"But I What?" Lestat seemed angered now, his pale blue eyes shining in form the moonlight.
"You're a liar." Louis said sternly, emphasis on every word. It was staccato-like, every word with a brief but notable pause in between.
"And you're just figuring this out? I was wrong, you're more than a fucking dipshit." And with that, Lestat grabbed Louis once more and smirked a smile so evil that Louis swore he was the devil.
"You. Were. Just. A. Quick. Fuck." Lestat growled, then bit onto Louis' ear. "I'm going to rape you, cry out all you want, scream all you want, I don't even care if you like it, but it will happen." he warned. Louis closed his eyes, biting his lower lip.
How the Hell did I get into this?
He asked himself as he was undressed by the blonde. Louis was slammed onto the floorboards, he cried out. It was a small habit from being human. He thought vampire's never felt pain, but this proved him wrong.
"S-Shit…Lestat!"
Louis felt the intense burning sensation at once, he wanted to scream so loud that it would echo through the entire world.
Lestat said nothing to him and was as rough as he seemed he could get. Well, sex-wise. "Quit your fucking whining."
"Ahh…I…w-will…"
Louis couldn't talk, for with every thrust Lestat became more rough. Louis felt as if it would never end, and Louis felt relief when he became lightheaded and everything went dark.
Thank you, Messiah.