bring the night on (day before Veronica's phone call-- narrative/open)
With the blood Eric gave him worn off, Lestat was eagerly awaiting dusk.
He didn't need full sunset, hadn't in a while. And now with Eric's blood, he did not 'go dead' in the way he used to. This made him develop cabin fever during most days. And now?
He had to get out of here.
Because something was going on.
They were gone.
So many of them were gone.
Eric, for one. He'd felt around with his mind for River and Hannibal and felt them both there, so that was a positive. Honour was gone, and that troubled him. That goddamn annoying hunter was gone, and so was his less-irritating tree of a brother. Many, many minds he usually at least caught something of a glimpse of had vanished entirely.
Once enough light left the sky, he was out the door like a shot, looking for anyone to speak to who might have answers as to where the hell everyone had gotten to.