The night was fading and weeks went by. After Louis’ visit it was almost as if the child had fallen into a sullen state. Her stoic expression had seemed to be permanently cemented onto her porcelain face. She hardly spoke and when she did, it was only towards herself. She did not even look at Louis or Lestat.They did not deserve her thoughts nor attention. She had to take everything in. Louis had been with Armand for the past decades. Lestat had rather tried to redeem himself, but little of it mattered to the infant prodigy.
She was lost in her mind. It seemed for good. She only wandered the graveyard, not too far from the house in which the sweet reconciled family resided.
She locked her mind away. It was easier that way. So much easier to forget. Perhaps that is what she wanted. If Death had chosen her, it was best to forget what she would have and had lost.
Louis had just fed. He and Lestat were going to meet in the cemetery after they both finished feeding. He was in no hurry as he strolled down the street leading to their rendez-vous point. His mind wandering over their circumstances with Claudia. He had never dealt with her in this state. He really had no idea how to bring her back to present.
As he reached the cemetery he felt her presence and he could hear her muddled thoughts. He was glad for once that he could somewhat read thoughts now. He was not the best mind reader but he did have little ability now.
He made his way to where she was in the grave yard observing her for a few moments. His heart was breaking at her hopelessness and isolation she seemed to always feel. “Claudia. ma petite belle.” He said quietly alerting her to his presence.
“What crazy talk is this? “ Out of nowhere, Lestat had appeared at his bony black clad shoulder and spoken directly into Louis’ ear. A ghost from the shadows. Lestat adored playing that little trick. It never failed to annoy Louis. And really, he had not had the pleasure of annoying his old companion in what now…years? One decade? Two.” Keeping to the roof and the sky he had followed his path through the city. Unnoticed by Louis. Never gets old, as the mortal so perfectly put in these mortal days. However, there was Claudia’s presence. Pitiful coincidence. Now he was pressed to share his lovely and terribly missed Louis with her. That naughty, naughty child. Lestat clicked his tongue. Irritation, annoyance and doom thy name is Claudia.
“She wont come. We might as well look for her, Louis.”
The voice of her once beloved did not seem to phase her mind as she, continue to examine the morbid architecture that had been forgotten, by the recent youth. One step then two, her tiny feet walked softly against the darkened grass blades. Ignoring her parent’s battle on her mind.
Although Louis’ voice did not seemed to gather any emotion from the doll, Lestat’s voice had. A simple blink, expressed her own reaction to the narcissistic Vampire. She could feel his presence and annoyance. Normally she could feel Louis’ far greater than Lestat’s. But, years had broken their bond. Claudia knew it as much as either of them.
Turning her head ever so softly, her delicate curls fell over her shoulder. There was nothing but graves. She was alone. Just how she wanted it. A deep hatred begin to fill within her pupils, but her stoic expression had never altered. “Why do you both even bother?” her velveteen voice echoed through the crypts. “I do not wish to see either of you....it is nothing personal. You annoy me is all.” her tongue mimicked, that of her father. The smart Brat he was.