The Doctor had watched the vampire feed, watched from the shadows as the vampire collapsed from the poisoned blood, a look of cold indifference on his face. When Lestat was unconscious, Kyrian moved in to transport the vampire and heal his slave girl. The Doctor helped move the vampire in silence, his darkened gaze never leaving the vampire’s face as they moved him.
He waited, waited through the blood and the pain, waited until Lestat woke. And when he saw the vampire wake, taking in his surroundings, the Doctor couldn’t help but laugh. “Hello, Lestat,” he purred, stepping away from the door frame he’d taken to leaning against and moving just a touch closer. “Have a good nap? I hope you’re well rested, because I want to play a few little games with you, and it’s not at all fun if you’re not fully rested for them.” There was a wicked glint to his eyes, the anger and disgust over what the vampire was, what he’d done, filling him to the core. He wanted to make this beast suffer, and he would, if he could manage it.
He glanced aside to a table with several archaic and futuristic devices of torture set atop it, then back to the vampire with a wicked grin.
It had been the second time, the SECOND TIME that someone betrayed him with poison. Great. His head hurt when he woke up but he smelled the Timelord immediately. Lestat struggled to his knees and clutched the bars of the cage. He tried to bend them. It should work. He was poweful, so powerful since he drank Akasha’s blood but this… it was alien technologie in every meaning of the word.
His eyes shot to Kyr… no, that was the Doctor. The vampire could hear his hearts pounding in his chest. So strong, so full of life… hm… he wanted! His gaze followed the other to the table and he grinned.
"Ohh… nice to see you again, mon ami. I can still taste your sweet blood on my lips. So delicious. And how delightfully you struggled." He licked his lips. "You want to hurt me?" He rolled his eyes. "Fine. Try. Compared to yours, my skin is like marble. Half of your little instruments there wouldn’t even scratch me." He closed his eyes and his nostrils flared. "I can smell you, Timelord. Come just a little closer. Yes…"