O enemy of darkness

Alice doesn't want to see Lestat killing werewolves in front of her eyes, and she looked up at him with pleading eyes.

Her gaze made his eyes deepen, and for a moment a cold aura lingered around him. After a moment, he suddenly lowered his head and caught Alice's lips, forcing her to open her mouth to accept his hot breath.

Alice was not averse to intimacy with Lestat, but never in this way.

She struggled to free herself, and a sudden, infinite coldness spread through her heart as she subconsciously bit down.

The taste of rust filled her mouth at once.

Yet Lestat pressed even tighter against the back of her head, rolling his lips over hers, running them over her mouth, scraping over every inch of her mouth lining.

Only when Alice's lips were slightly red and swollen did he release her, ignoring the bystanders any longer, and carried her away as fast as he could.