Beatrice

(10.) Hypocrisy Pt. 1

III person POV

The next day after that joyous night, Lestat filled in for the black pianist. He and Miss Antoinette Brown wooed each other with their flirtatious personalities.

"A silent bridge for your voice to float along." Lestat says to Antoinette as he plays the piano. Antoinette giggles.

"You talk like you play, Mr. Lioncourt." She giggles some more, flirting with him.

Louis and Beatrice knew of this relationship between the two, but they never knew it was intimate and anything behind a friendship.

Lestat and Beatrice would do their killings of humans away from Louis out of respect for his decision to not kill humans. For a few weeks, Louis would just take blood rodents and other animals. Lestat would take blood from humans. But Beatrice would eat and drink anything and everything.

That would be real foods and snacks or blood from live things, she was on a consumption spree, but nothing seemed to satiate her hunger.

While Beatrice was out on a shopping spree at the grocery store to get candy, Louis and Lestat were at the house and Antoinette was currently a guest without Beatrice's knowledge.

Lestat popped a bottle of champagne in front of Antoinette as she did her signature ditzy giggle. Louis on the other hand was on a chair away from them but in the same room, reading a book.

"Mr. Louis, you have to convince Lestat to keep playin'." Antoinette said.

Louis didn't look up from his book and said, "Got a better chance of makin' a Mississippi run north." Antoinette smile awkwardly lost its genuine happiness as Louis didn't part in their shenanigans. Lestat stared at Louis for a second, then rolled his eyes.

"We had a good run, but I did it for Louis and Beatrice. I do everything for those two." Lestat says, sighing and rolling his eyes, lifting up the bottle of champagne to Antoinette's empty glass.

"Yeah, I heard that about you three." Antoinette says, drinking from the glass again as soon as Lestat finished pouring it. And Louis finally looks up from his book.

"Oh? Well, what have you heard?" Lestat asks.

"I'm not a gossip." Antoinette says, looking Lestat in the eye. Lestat grabs her wrists and pulls her closer.

"But I am." He says, grabbing her by her waist.

"Well, people at the Azalea, they say..." Lestat brings her even closer by her waist. "You're confusing me." Antoinette chuckles.

"Oh, come now. I don't bite." Lestat says, pulling her into an embrace with his head resting on top of hers, looking straight at Louis.  Louis just glares at him.

Lestat and Antoinette sit down on the couch next to them and Lestat asks, "What do the employees at the Azalea say about Beatrice, Louis, and Lestat." Looking her dead in the eyes lustfully as she glides her fingers over his chest area covered by his suit.

"I'll answer with a question." She starts, Lestat hums. "Are there two beds upstairs or one?" She asks rhetorically. Lestat keeps eye contact with her.

"Don't you want to find out?" He asks.

Her answer gets interrupted by Louis, "Noboby goes upstairs, Ms. Brown." He says, sternly. The book he was reading was now closed and he was fully focused on the man and woman on the couch across from him.