How he ended up in the hotel, Louis still hadn't a clue. Thankfully, the one familiar face was also the most comforting. His maker. His beloved Lestat. Knowing he would remain under the same roof with him consoled Louis. He didn't feel so alone.
After having secluded himself in the library for a majority of the evening, the vampire kept his book tucked under his arm and meandered about the hotel and let his legs stretch.
He raised his nose, the scent of blood catching his attention. He sniffed a few times, brows knit as he carried himself over to the kitchen.
Seeing Lestat warming up a blood bag, he leaned against the doorway and watched quietly. He couldn't help but smile, watching the other work his magic. Finally, he couldn't help himself but chuckle before stepping closer to his sire.
"Save some for the rest of us, huh?" He teased and winked, setting his book aside onto the counter.
"Alright, where are they keeping them? I'm famished."