Expecting a trap, deciding Lestat is worth the danger, anticipating some other power come to avenge those killed in New York. Maybe Armand saw something and decided it was too much trouble after all. Five hundred years, why throw it away on an accident? Daniel can go ahead and die for Louis and Lestat, in some shitty alley in Vermont, if he's so determined to spend all this time with them.
But nothing happens. Vampires don't materialize at either end of the side street, no one flings a door open to reveal a Saw movie setup with Lestat in the middle of it. Daniel pushes a window open, gently crunching the lock, and there's nothing in the dark building except boxes of paper supplies and some empty rat traps, and—
Huh?
He freezes, then turns around, frowning. He looks to Louis first, as though there might be an explanation there. But of course Louis couldn't have heard it.
"He's right here somewhere," he says aloud, and then, puzzled, 'What are you talking about? Are you alright?'
It smells like blood, still. It twists something in Daniel's stomach, puts something in the back of his teeth, like familiarity.
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But nothing happens. Vampires don't materialize at either end of the side street, no one flings a door open to reveal a Saw movie setup with Lestat in the middle of it. Daniel pushes a window open, gently crunching the lock, and there's nothing in the dark building except boxes of paper supplies and some empty rat traps, and—
Huh?
He freezes, then turns around, frowning. He looks to Louis first, as though there might be an explanation there. But of course Louis couldn't have heard it.
"He's right here somewhere," he says aloud, and then, puzzled, 'What are you talking about? Are you alright?'
It smells like blood, still. It twists something in Daniel's stomach, puts something in the back of his teeth, like familiarity.