Past, and present

At the end of the corridor outside the hall, a figure darted in. Hearing the familiar and unfamiliar scream, he jerked up his pace, instantly shaking off a dozen shadows chasing him.

Only when he managed to reach the door of the hall, blocked by the heavy door panels, the hall had become silent.

Lestat's face twisted with madness as he pushed against the door regardless, only to be held down by the dead weight of the man who had caught up with him.

"Let me go, let me in! I must go in!" He struggled fiercely but feebly, like a trapped animal.

Imad heard that there was no longer any sound inside and gestured for his men to close the glass door at the top of the hall before opening the main door to the hall.

There was no one left to stop Lestat, and he took one step forward, each one like a thousand pounds. Ahead, on the back of the pillar, was the girl he had been with for over ten years.