The world had never known a more devious pair of vampires than Lestat and Meana. They fucked and fed their way through centuries, taking what they wanted…who they wanted. Relishing in the hunt and living out their immortality with glutinous hedonism. But Lestat was many years older than his protege Meana, and though he was stronger than her…after centuries of taking the lives of the innocent, he began to feel weary of his existence. He vowed never to feed again. Meana’s thirst for the hunt would not be stifled, and the two separated. Over the years Lestat became weaker and weaker…he secluded himself to his den with his books and his music; cuckooning himself in memories of the past and insulating himself from the modern day world.
