<div align="center">(http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q15/doogieporker/Lestat2.jpg)</div><br/>Lestat moved through the tall cotton plants, the darkness blanketing him in blissful silence.  Since Claudia's embrace, things at the town house had been entirely too noisy for the vampire.  He appreciated peace and quiet more than other immortals.  Silence helped him think of the things in his unlife that he truly loved, and gave him a welcome break from the rigors of eternity.<br/><br/>He was dressed immaculately, the same as any other evening.  His was the appearance of a well-dressed predator, the clothes of a hunter in this Savage Garden.  The vampire smiled, his thin lips parting as he thought on his own mirth.  His fangs protruded as he chuckled quietly, and moved toward the plantation.  He wanted the ease of hunting slaves for his first drink of the evening, and the neighboring plantation had many of them, ripe for the plucking.<br/><br/>The vampire began to sing, his voice low and soft in the quiet night.  It was an old melody from his mortal days, one that his mother used to sing to him while he was a boy.  He would lay awake at night, afraid of the horrible wails of the wolves as their howls carried through the night air.  His mother would find him weeping, curled into a ball in his bed of straw, and quietly, she would sing, soothing him to sleep.  The thought made him smile, and almost brought a single red tear to the vampire's eye.<br/><br/>Almost.