<div class="floatleft">(http://img34.imageshack.us/img34/9779/claudiaheadsmall.jpg)</div>"I was in here forever!" she screamed, her voice very agitated, when the door finally swung wide. Claudia glared at Lestat for a long moment. Like a defiant child, she hated him sometimes.<br/><br/>Her tongue had also been growing sharper by the day. She had been watching and imitating Lestat, and his cruelty--dripped in her own brand of sweetness--was the first trait she had cannibalized. Still, it would do her no good to speak ill to him. He likely wouldn't let her feed, and she could smell the sweet scent of a partially eaten meal nearby. Besides, Lestat only ever laughed at her when she tried to upset him; he was so infuriating sometimes!<br/><br/>Her face softened and her countenance calmed. "I'm sorry, Papa, for raising my voice." Sometimes that could get to him; her little fantasies of a vampire family. Smiling sweetly now, she looked up at him with bright eyes, all trace of her previous anger and resentment hidden. "A guest? Do you think I might meet her?"<br/><br/>It was almost always a 'her.' Usually a whore brought home to satisfy multiple appetites. Still, a rumbling belly never was very picky. Claudia put her hand over her small tummy, and rubbed it. "I sure would love something to eat, Papa."