Nicolas couldn't fly. Nicolas was weak, even resurrected. He hadn't been made strong, with Lestat still so young and having no idea what he was doing. But even so, he could scale the building with ease. Their kind was made to be predators and he wouldn't be kept out when he didn't want to be out.

Still, he waited by the window. Waited for what? Some sign, something that would make this easier? Nothing in the world could have done that.

In the end it wasn't even a decision. Nicolas simply rushed in through the window, Lestat's dark shadow upon him just a moment later. He had no plan, he had no method. He was just clawing at his clothes, his skin, his face, anything he could grasp with his gloved fingers. But his teeth, they knew what they were doing. They found Lestat's throat and they didn't let go.