Her blood, her life, all that she is and was leave her mortal frame, and the empty shell tumbles between them as Lestat lets her crumble into his arms, lets her fall to the floor.

She had tasted sweet. Sweeter than the man on the couch. Something in the blood, no build to the transferred high—it simply was not there before, and now is, Lestat feeling his heart start to go, and a breath escapes him. It feels like euphoria, first, from the initial rush of blood drinking, and his hands go out to cradle Daniel's face in both hands, all affection.

A laugh leaving him, clear delight in the bend of his smile, black-smudged eyes. "You have a most ravenous hunger, mon ami," he says, quiet and breathless and still heard amongst the pounding music that suffuses the smokey air. "Enjoy it. This is your obligation."

A terrible keening from the ground. Lestat tips a look to the final victim, shivering and whining. "Do you want him?"