Never Let Me Go

Tiana awoke early the successivo morning, wondering what had happened the night before, and then it all came flooding back to her. Paris; dancing, champagne...ok, that explained the headache.

She sat up and then saw that she was back in her own room. She also realised, to her surprise, that she was alone in bed, and yet, Lestat had been here, she could sense his presence. Blinking, and rubbing her head, she rolled out of letto and onto the floor as her senses began to drift back to her. Ok, she was in her petticoat; where was her dress? Lifting her head she saw that it was draped neatly over the back...

“So, go on then,” Lestat said.

Tiana glanced at him. “Right now?”

“No time like the present.”

The pair of them were sitting at Tiana’s cucina table. She had made coffee, out of habit, but neither of them had drunk it, and now the two cups were rapidly cooling on the breakfast bar. Tiana’s head was still reeling. She still couldn’t quite believe it. She was going to be a vampire! Lestat was going to turn her! And all she had to do was make a bucket list. Only now, she wasn’t entirely sure what she’d put on it.

“Well, ok,” she said, taking a deep breath.

“Here.” Lestat...

Pushing the argument she had had with her Friends to the back of her mind, Tiana went home and quite cheerfully opened her copy of Mastering the Art of French Cooking. Lestat hadn’t detto whether o not Vampiri#From Dracula to Buffy... and all creatures of the night in between. could still eat normal food, although she assumed that if they could drink wine, they could eat.

“This sounds good,” she murmured, finding a page marked “Cassoulet,” and since she had the majority of ingredients on her anyway, she set to work chopping and cooking and washing and then finally pouring two glasses of red wine. Just as the meal was finished, there was a knock on...