Edward's condition was beyond bad. For a common vampire, he would need at least a few days to a week to heal completely from his situation. Who could have beaten him to such a state? What had he done to have suffered such damage?
Lestat had so many questions, but he knew he would never get an answer until Edward was out of his unconscious state.
He turned around, leaving the room to make his way to his father's quarter. He stood before the double door and lightly knocked three times.
"Who's there?" Old Master Lenort's voice sounded.
Lestat replied, "It's me, father."
"Oh? Come in," Old Master Lenort permitted.
Lestat opened the door and stepped inside, shutting it behind him. He walked towards his father, who was seated on his one-man sofa with a glass of blood in between his fingers.
"Is there a problem?" Old Master Lenort inquired with a raised brow.
Lestat gave him a bow and straightened up.
