Beatrice

(12.) Hypocrisy Pt. 3

III person POV

Beatrice walk back to the house she shared. Her legs like noodles. Her face flushed and for the first time in a long time, her mind was blank. Kennan did something not even the weed Beatrice smoked could do.

Her dress was all wrinkled, her makeup was fucked up, and she was bare foot, holding her heels in her hands. Hickeys were spread all over her breast area, Kenny did some damage.

Once Beatrice got to her house she unlocked the gate and walked into the house. She saw nobody in the living room, but she could feel Louis and Lestat's presence.

She walked upstairs to the room she also shared with the two men. She saw them getting dressed and when she entered they paused what they were doing and looked at her. Louis chuckled at how crazy she looked, knowing what she did with her night. Lestat stayed quiet, but his facial expression dropped. He poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue and turned around.

"Hello." Lestat says, not looking back. Beatrice walks past him to her closet.

"Hello." She responds in a low tone.

"How was your night?" Lestat asks trying to put on a voice to sound like he was interested when he already knew how her night went.

"Amazing." Beatrice says, smirking and chuckling. She strips naked and drops her dress to the floor. Lestat looks at her without her knowledge. Her body was covered in marks. There was even a bite mark on her ass cheek. He scoffed and looked away.

Beatrice put on a satin pink robe and walked to her pink coffin and closed it. "Good night, my loves." She said.

"Good night." Lestat and Louis said in unison.

Beatrice's POV

I wake up and get out of my coffin. I still wasn't used to sleeping for so long. When I got out of the secret chamber it was still morning. So carefully closed all the curtains that had light coming out of them. I personally haven't gotten touched by the light of the sun yet, but I saw what happened to Louis and I don't want it!

I go to the kitchen and start to make a bowl of cereal. I keep my real food snacks in a secret location, because whenever Lestat sees my stuff he throws it away.

He told me that the reason he was so mad was because he felt like I was ungrateful and I didn't value the gift he gave me. I smacked the shit out of him, then he looked at the ground and sighed. He said "I was completely out of line for how I treated you. I was in the wrong." I scoffed and walked away, wanting to at least hear a "sorry". After that I heard glass breaking and stuff being thrown.

Me looking back on that whole interaction made me value the quiet time I was currently experiencing. I ate a spoon of my cereal and sighed in relief, closing my eyes. The peace in this house was so rare. It was always Louis and Lestat yelling at each other, or Lestat yelling at me. And it would only be that way, I don't waste my breath on stuff like that, especially not on him.

I flinch as I feel hand softly wrap around my waist. Their warm breath on my neck. I out my bowl down and sigh in annoyance. "Why are you up so early?" Lestat asks, rubbing his face into my slightly bruised neck. He lifts up my locs and kisses the bruises, I twitch with every kiss he places on my neck.

"Still not used to being a vampire, Lestat." I reply, turning around to face him and gently push him away. I grab my bowl and eat more of my cereal. He looks down at the bowl and back at me. I notice this and stop eating.

"What? Are you gonna light me on fire cause I'm eating corn flakes?" I ask rhetorically, eating more and turning around again. He walks up closer to me.