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[vivien]

Lestat regards the walking skeleton in front of him with amusement. His cheeks are rosy from the blood of a stout sailor he's taken in the alleyway, and his silk and lace impeccable. He laughs as he dangles the coin in front of the bones that even now threaten him with bodily harm.

Louis watches with a knit brow and his typical brooding expression.

"I said give it to me," snarls the skeleton.

Lestat flings it into the air, letting it fall in the muck. The pirate scrambles into the filth fishing for his prize.

Lestat snickers. "Come Louis," he says, "Let us go find some better company." He turns and walks toward the flickering lights of New Orleans.

Louis follows, realizing for the first time that being cursed to live a vampiric existance was not the worst of supernatural fates that could have befallen him.