They. So then not a human, as he knew them. Well that had been Lestat's general consensus, one he'd been growing more sure of the longer the conversation continued. Not a vampire either. Not anything he'd met before, perhaps. And that was fascinating. It was too rare for things and people to be genuinely new or different, as long as he'd lived. No denying the interest sparking bright in pale gray eyes currently reflecting the deeper blue of the sun filled sky.

"They do work to their own destruction often enough. I've been fond of a number, throughout the centuries." Some had not been human any longer when his attention and fondness grew too intent. Such was life, and undeath.

The vampire considered the question. "Quite a few. Well, less than there were," after Akasha. "But more as time goes. We create our own." There was no disguising the interest at the last bit of info. "Have you? Here?"