Sascha slept in the next morning and to her surprise the cold wet drizzle had stopped and a hint of sunshine was actually trying to peek through the heavy dark clouds. She yawned and stretched her arms up above her head. She had slept hard last night, and she needed it. Across the room Lestat lifted his head from a cozy spot where he was sprawled on a plush window seat to acknowledge she was awake. He winked at her then laid back down to bask in the slices of dim sunlight peeking through the window treatments. Silly little beastie Sascha thought. Doesn’t he know vampires are rumored not to love the sun? Truth be told it really didn’t phase her. She is a very old soul, an original soul to be accurate so sunlight doesn’t affect her the same way that it does vampires who are turned or made no
