[ As they start to move through the corridor and pass the doors, Lestat feels it in great swathes of intention; that cloying sense that they don't belong, that they are intruders, that they must be stopped, that they should leave. It isn't coming to turn them against their friends, it's turning their friends against them. If it cannot get to them, it will simply make sure they cannot leave.
His heartbeat has quickened before Armand speaks, but when he does and Lestat realises that he can feel it too, that something as old and as resolute as Armand knows they are not safe here, that they cannot beat this with sheer confidence alone...
Well, he does as he's told. He runs.
But where will they run to, in a corridor so tight and so small? ]
To the stairs, up to the third floor!
[ He shouts as they move, but there are hands emerging from every door, faces turning toward them to grimace, and the sound of approaching footsteps behind them. ]
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His heartbeat has quickened before Armand speaks, but when he does and Lestat realises that he can feel it too, that something as old and as resolute as Armand knows they are not safe here, that they cannot beat this with sheer confidence alone...
Well, he does as he's told. He runs.
But where will they run to, in a corridor so tight and so small? ]
To the stairs, up to the third floor!
[ He shouts as they move, but there are hands emerging from every door, faces turning toward them to grimace, and the sound of approaching footsteps behind them. ]