Lestat had reached the edge of the plantation just as the woman had exited the family crypt that was commonplace on almost every family estate.  His icy blue eyes watched her from the darkness as she moved slowly through the wide expanse of lawn, a lone candle lighting her way.  He grinned, a toothy smirk, like a shark smelling blood in the water.<br/><br/>Moving from the fields, he quickly crossed the distance between them, using his preternatural speed to move quickly and his vampiric stealth to move silently.  Within moments, the vampire was coming up behind her.  He could take her then and there, and quite easily, sinking his fangs into her throat and draining her dry.  Any thoughts of feeding from the slaves had been cast aside at the sight of her.  And while he hungered for her blood, he also hungered for human contact, a strange thing for the creature.<br/><br/>Letting his footfalls sound human, he smiled, waiting for her to turn around.<br/><br/>"Mademoiselle..." he began, his voice soft, his hands at his sides.  "I seem to be lost...could you help a lone wanderer?"