"Witches." the word echoed past Kate's lips, a sense of awe being impossible to hide. Kate had not yet seen real magic. Mary's powers? She figured it was something different. Sure, these women did not have a cape or the sparkly portals Doctor Strange could summon.
It was still a whole new universe to Kate.
The weight of it was still hitting her when Lestat spoke again. Lestat, her idol.
"Huh? Oh, it's no big deal!" Kate waved a hand dismissively. "It's sort of what Matt and I do." There was no point in pretending it wasn't so or in being humble. Not when Matt was in full Daredevil gear.
At his next question, Kate eyed the bottle of painkillers and hesitated. A snort followed, hearing that Matt was refusing Greg's help. "I'm shocked to the core," Kate confirmed before her laugh was interrupted by a grimace. Yep, her ribcage was being a bitch. "Yeah, I probably need this checked. Once I convince Matt to get his checked."
Her attention moved back onto Lestat. "What about you? Those witched hurt you, too."
"The dressing up in costume I get it. Playing out a part." Who didn't love a bit of roleplaying and acting in their lives? Even if he tended to play himself that others thought was having a role being played. "The throwing one's self headfirst at danger each night... it is not the first way to keep myself entertained that comes to mind." Was it? He knew that he did take risks and often put himself in questionable situations because of his uncompromising nature. That he grew bored fast and was fickle, needing new stimulation that often involved some risk. Yet it was always with his own reward at the center of it, not keeping others safe. There were only a very, very few beings in the world that Lestat would go out on a limb to protect at his own peril.
He held out his arms and pushed up the sleeves of his golden jacket, revealing perfectly healed skin beneath the dried blood. "Only momentarily. It is all but impossible to leave me with a scar." At least physically. Everyone's secret was out of the bag it seemed, given he knew about Kate and Daredevil. A stalemate should it come to that. "My bones are more set than yours or the Devil's."
"I prefer Matt," Matt replied as he limped slowly back into the room. His favored side indicated that he'd busted some ribs as well, along with an injured leg and a bruised swelling from his top lip to his nose. He set a glass of water sans ice in front of Kate, and a bag of ice beside it to hold against what ached her, knowing that drinking cold water with a split lip would be unpleasant.
Lestat studied him. "Do you? I think Devil suits you. Or is it just not polite to admit you prefer it?"
"I think we're a little past polite tonight," Matt waved off Gregory with a muttered statement that he was fine and to tend to Kate.
"Kate and I were just talking about manners while my show was being ruined. It is always a little late for something, if one cares about timeliness. Which I don't."
"So that makes you polite?"
"It makes me curious." Lestat leaned forward with an irritable wave. "If neither of you will accept aid then at least don't bleed on the furniture. I'd like my deposit back." Gregory set a glass of wine down in front of Lestat. "Really?"
"I know. Holding a glass curbs your ability to gesticulate and we're all worse off for it." The words slid out of Gregory's mouth before he remembered they weren't alone and he looked abashed and apologetic until Lestat laughed.
"I like what near-death does to you," he told the security guard as he sipped his wine. It wasn't blood, but it was better than nothing. "So, the witches were for me. The police you know from the past?"
The second Matt placed the glass of water down, Kate reached for the painkillers. There was a pause though, in which her hand barely ghosted his leg for recognition, mindful of not putting pressure against a spot that might hurt him. "Thank you, babe."
With Matt and Lestat having their little exchange, Kate took her time to take her pills and down a mouthful of water as she watched the pair. And also Gregory. Greg, who now also knew of his boss' secret. Greg, who could sell her out and Matt to, well, not Kingpin. But the media. Could they trust him? As much as Kate still clings to her need to trust on people, the thought of how her mother had hid a whole secret life was still stuck in her heart like a sharp thorn.
And yet, the little familiar exchange between Greg and Lestat made her smile.
"Fisk's Task Force is after vigilantes," Kate confirmed. "But today was more about sending a message." Greg had approached her again, no doubt ready to offer his knowledge on first aid. With a grimace, she sat more upright and unzipped her hoodie, rolling up her t-shirt for him to assess the damage. "Fisk is on a war for control of this city. And his main tool is fear."
"I'm sure if oppression and fear are his tools then he didn't appreciate my music even before I stood up for your company and called him a little bitch in public." A city that was fearmongering would point to a figure like Lestat as well as a corruptible influence on the population. Which... well, had a point but not without knowing his actual secret, which Fisk surely didn't. Surely? "I'm just passing through this city though, on my way to many others. The vigilantes as you call them who make this city their home are a much larger threat to him."
He punctuated his point with a small hand gesture that nearly resulted in a spill as he was holding the wine glass. He gave Gregory a look that said not to mention it, but the man ducked his head as he was tending to Kate. Lestat took a disgruntled sip of his wine and sighed moodily. He flopped back to lean against the seat cushion. "Your human politics are so tedious." Well, so were vampire ones. He hated them all, really.
Taking a larger swallow of the wine, he looked back between Kate and Matt. "Do you require sustenance? There's food if you do." He'd had the fridge stocked for Gregory's needs. He'd also eaten it to keep up appearances. "We had Brazilian last night, did we not?"
"We did. There's also pizza."
"You defiled the pizza. Which is why we had to get Brazilian." Lestat made a disgusted face. "They say I am not human yet what you put on it was sacrilegious. Demonic."
"It was Hawaiian pizza," Gregory informed Kate, a little awkward at how obvious it was that he and Lestat had been sharing an intimate dynamic for a few weeks now. "Want me to call the office, check in on how the others are doing?" A few others were on staff at the event and while they had been fine he wanted to see how rattled they were and what the general vibe was.
The intimate exchanges between both men Kate had taken for granted until now, but they soon smacked her like a bucket of ice cold water. It took her brain a moment to kickstart when Greg addressed her.
"Huh? Oh! Right, of course! Could you? Shit, I feel like such an asshole, forgetting about that." She groaned, guilt genuinelly washing over her. How could she forget about the people she was suppossed to look after? Those who put a roof on her head thanks to their hard work? She'd have to make up for it to them, somehow.
Thanking Greg a few times as he took care of it, Kate turned to Matt then. "Do you wanna grab a bite? I haven't had anything since lunch." And honestly, Kate knew she would starve until the show was done, but Lestat's concert was worth the wait. Now? She was glad to accept his hospitality.
With a grunt, she got on his feet.
"So, you eat human food, too? It's not just..." She pointed at her neck. "Wanna join us?"
"I can, yeah. You were a little busy nearly dying," Gregory reminded Kate. "Besides, you had me head up the team there, so really, it's on me to check in with them and then let you know." Or at least it wasn't too weird for that to be chain. Once he'd seen to her wounds he moved to make the call, passing the wine bottle to Lestat on his way to a quiet corner. He called the rest of the staff to make sure they were doing okay and all reports were being handled.
Lestat held the wine bottle and watched Gregory a moment before topping off his glass and taking another drink. It took a lot to get him drunk and he preferred doing it via drinking from the vein of an intoxicated person, but that wasn't on the menu right now. Kate had saved his life, he owed her not ripping into her neck or the neck of those who belonged to her here.
Matt gave a faint nod. "I could eat." Which meant he hadn't eaten since that morning and was starving, even if eating still wasn't a priority of his.
"I can eat human food, yes." He held out the wine bottle to see if Matt or Kate wanted any. He had plenty at the hotel. He had to piss and shit just like humans did when he imbibed in human substances, but sometimes it was worth it. He did greatly enjoy a good wine, and while nothing held the appeal that blood did, he could still taste food and understand the enjoyment. He just didn't crave it any longer, nor did it satiate him the way that blood did. "Although I don't think the pizza is human so much as..."
His phone rang. He stared at the number on the phone, frowning a little. "Excuse me a moment." He took the call, stepping away himself as a New Orleans accent might be faintly heard on the other end loudly talking about what the fuck was on the television about tonight's show. "It was not like I rehearsed it! You did not 'see this coming,' I'm surprised you can see anything with that head of yours so far up..." His voice trailed off into a flurry of French as he found a separate corner.
Matt shook his head, then thought better of it. Carefully shifting position to face Kate more, not that he could see her, Matt quietly asked, "What the fuck are our lives, Kate."
Kate's smile was a tired one, but as genuine as always. She closed the distance between herself and Matt, caressing his cheek. "Anything by boring." That was an understatement.
Pecking his lips, Kate took her time and walked with Matt towards the kitchen, taking liberties as they picked from Lestat and his team's leftovers. There was beans and beef and rice, along many dishes Kate did not know, but was willing to try. And of course, the pizza.
Even though the microwave was loud and her hearing wasn't as good as Matt's, Lestat's loud french curses were easy to hear. Could that be...? No, surely not. For all she knew, his ex had moved on, why would he be in contact with Lestat still? He could be, though. After all, it turned out that Lestat was the real deal.
"I can't believe we're at his hotel..." Kate sighed, unaware that even though they had a million things to worry about and consider about tonight, she was still star-struck when it came to her latest, biggest, rock idol.
If he was a murderer he could have had a huge banquet, to be fair.
Then, she continued in whispers. "You think he and Greg...? I mean, I know they're working together and all, but -- God, this is probably how people saw us before we started dating."
Matt hauled himself to his feet alongside Kate, keeping one hand in her as they plodded to the kitchen. Another set of people who knew about their identities. It made him nervous, but there was nothing he could do about that now. They also did have Lestat's secret in their back pockets. Unless the vampire could make them forget it? What powers did these vampires have? Even if he bothered now to read the book Kate had mentioned, how much of it would be true, anyway? Then there was the fallout from tonight with the public... even if some people were on their side, some people surely were not. Further dividing a city with a shaky current foundation.
He leaned near Kate, an am lightly resting on her where it wouldn't hurt, just wanting that contact right now.
Rice and beans and beef sounded good to him right now. Anything did. He didn't think wine was smart, even if he could tell it was a good vintage, so he just got some water for himself. "This was not how I thought we'd end the night," Matt agreed about being in this hotel. He could tell that Kate was starstruck. Lestat certainly did have a volatile, mesmerizing presence. He did make by Matt's opinion genuinely enjoyable, fun music. He got why Kate was enjoying this, and even Matt had to admit that after a hard night this was a very luxurious place to end up. The furniture was soft and supple and the food smelled amazing.
"It was really generous of him to invite us," he admitted. "He could have just gotten us a ride home and left it at that." Oh, Matt was sure that Lestat had wanted to feel them out now that all secrets were revealed, he'd wanted to do the same, but offering first aid and food was above and beyond that. He wrinkled his nose a little and informed Kate in a low voice, "I think they are definitely doing more than just working together." He didn't say that he could literally smell them on each other, but he could. Even having Gregory's food in Lestat's hotel room spoke to some measure of intimacy.
With the adrenaline of the evening having worn off, there really was nothing better than feeling Matt so close. Kate knew he was being careful, making sure his arm around her shoulders was not really a weight. Even if she was, she'd rather have him there than with some distance between them.
"I don't think anyone could have guessed this is where we'd end the night." Shit, it was the perfect setting for a novel sequel. An Evening With The Vampire Lestat.
Ok, sure, it sounds a little like the title for a talk show. But it could be a nice sequel! The vampire opening up, telling them his story, his perspective on the first novel and what he's been up to since he became a rock star. Offering to turn them? Shit, that would be such a plot twist!
But not as big a Lestat and Greg being a thing. Kate's jaw dropped as Matt confirmed her suspicion. Matt had ways to know these things and Kate trusted his judgement blindly. 'Oh, my God!', she mouthed. "Do you think -- Shit, you think he has a coffin here? That would be so freaky. But kinda fun." Kate's whispers were truly excited ones. "You think he turned him? Does Greg have a heartbeat? This is so crazy!"
"Gregory has a heartbeat, and a temperature above ambient," Matt confirmed with a faintly bemused smile. "I also don't sense any wounds on his neck, so it's possible he didn't know the full truth about Lestat until tonight, either." Or if he did, they weren't feeding on one another. "There is a coffin in the bedroom, and blackout curtains put over the real ones." Whether they were for effect or real use? Again, he didn't know enough to tell. He was on even less certain footing than Kate was as he just knew Lestat through the songs and Kate's sharing.
Then Matt realized something else. He lowered his voice even further, although it felt silly. "He also might have pretty good hearing, so..." Hopefully he was distracted by his very lively French conversation on the phone to not be paying them any attention.
The microwaved beeped and Matt helped to plate the reheated dishes. He heard Lestat theatrically hang up and sigh in Gregory's arms, murmuring that he was all right. Gregory had his arms on Lestat's shoulders, and the vampire pressed a hand against Gregory's chest, feeling the heartbeat. Matt lingered a moment in the kitchen until the two men parted and then started taking dishes out.
Gregory turned to Kate and straightened his shoulders. "Everything's okay. The reports will be ready for your review in the morning."
As relieving as it was to hear that Greg was still human, it was the mention of the coffin being there what really got Kate's heartbeat going with excitement. Could it be the same coffin Lestat and Louis de Pointe du Lac shared? No, wait, there was the fire...
Either way, it's so cool. "Oh, my God. Is it bad that I kinda wanna see it? I mean, it's like so iconic." And Matt had a point. Kate's jaw dropped as her hands practically smacked her face, clamping over her mouth. Was there a chance Lestat was listening to her fangirling? God, that would be so embarrassing.
As self-conscious as she was, Kate suddenly shared a sheepish laugh about it with Matt. "God, you'd think I've got used to that sort of thing with you!" She pointed out, still in whispers.
Finally carrying the meal back to the common area, Greg caught her up with things. Kate sighed heavily, "honestly, you guys make my life so much easier. We have the best team ever." Sure, she wasn't looking forward to review anything except her pillow tomorrow morning. But Kate was aware that she was needed in the office. Everyone was working hard, she ought to keep up with them. "You're a saint, I swear."
Or Matt's catholicism was a real big influence lately.
"Have you even sat down tonight, Greg? Seriously, you need a break yourself, shit. Have you had water or eaten something?" Kate eagerly encouraged him to join them, even though she was not exactly hosting here.
Probably, after years of working for the Bishops, Gregory would recognize a little of Eleanor when Kate took the reins of something.
"Are you joining us, mister -- I mean, Lestat." Kate turned towards Matt and, not bothering to lower her voice, pretended to be sharing a secret. "He doesn't want us to call him by his surname."
"He is better than a saint. He is a decent person," was Lestat's droll response, earning a look of displeasure from both Matt and Gregory at the religious slight. Lestat appeared unapologetic though as he sat again, picking up his wine glass. "I shall join you for now. And yes, Lestat is fine. Our family names are but one part of us." He didn't reject being a de Lioncourt, indeed he carried his mother's blood within him as much as he did Magnus, but he was also more than just it.
Gregory shook his head and said to Kate gratefully, "I'll sit for awhile. The food does look good." He did notice her Bishop traits, one of the reasons he'd remained loyal to the company. They cared. He smiled a little and said thanks as Matt gave Gregory the water he'd gotten for himself, not having drank any yet. If Matt really wanted he could share Kate's. He didn't want to get back on his feet again so soon. Gregory insisted that Kate and Matt help themselves first, and Matt insisted Kate go ahead of him. It was all a social dance that Lestat watched with faint amusement. For obvious reasons he went last and didn't bother picking at any of the offerings just yet.
"I suppose that, given what you both do at night, you're no strangers to a certain level of discretion." Lestat studied Kate and Matt as he said it.
Matt and Kate were so used to sharing a space that they almost didn't need any words. She served him exactly what she knew he would eat and he handed her the glass of water before she even needed to ask. Kate always had a sip before she even took the first bite.
At the mention of their obvious secrets, Kate paused mid-drinking.
"Yeah." Carefully, she placed the glass down. "I think it goes without saying that we all know some big secrets now. And exposing them could cost us a lot." Kate eyed Greg. The guy could blackmail her if he wanted. Sell them to Fisk and see more money he's even dreamed of. Lestat? He didn't seem to care about those games. And in a way, he flaunted his identity to the world. It wasn't much of a secret, it was just hard to believe.
Kate leaned towards Matt and looked at him.
They had never had this talk before. What if someone outed them? They would be arrested, at the very least. What kind of charges would they face? Fisk could execute them on the streets and claim his officers did it on self-defense. He'd talk more shit in the media than he already does.
"What Matt and I do matters. And we'll give our lives to keep doing it."
Sensing Kate looking at him, Matt placed a hand on hers. He shared her concern, he didn't like their secret being open further than it was. Yet he didn't blame her. He trusted her, and it was a silent statement that they'd handle it together. A unified voice, disparate but in tune, weaving together so that the lyrics could not be heard alone. Lestat's mouth tightened a touch at the edges, and he told himself it was because Kate had looked at Gregory as if he couldn't be trusted and not because he was jealous of a love that, in centuries, he hadn't managed to find.
"Gregory spends each night protecting people under your company's banner. He has given his own reputation for what that means, he has put his life on the line this very evening." Lestat leaned forward, preternatural blue eyes fixated on the couple with a growing anger. "You speak of what you're doing mattering and yet you cast off what someone in your employ does to-"
"Lestat," Gregory's voice cut in quietly. The larger man moved to stand behind the vampire, resting hands on his shoulders, rubbing them soothingly. "They're tired, they're worried. So are you. Let's not..."
"You came back for me." Lestat looked up at Gregory, and he couldn't abide the sadness he saw in the giant man's gaze. The quiet understanding where Gregory ached for him. How that little moment of weeks ago Gregory coming back for Lestat had meant to the vampire, who should have had centuries of experiences where someone gave a shit. Lestat looked away, teeth glistening a moment before he finished his wine. "I don't give a shit what you people do. It matters not to me. Everyone dies of something. Might as well think your deaths will hold special meaning."
"You stood in front of Kate." Matt said that quietly. "That means something. So I get why what Gregory did means something to you, too. It hasn't been forgotten. We're all used to more slights and sins than space for mistakes. Maybe we could all do with a little trust. From one devil to someone bound for hell." The curl of Matt's mouth said he was teasing.
Lestat glanced at him. A long silence. "You're still a shit violinist."
"Yet he's dating a wonderful boss." Gregory gave Kate a small smile, absolutely steadfast in his loyalty, willing to prove it.
Kate's doubt over Gregory wasn't one that weighted lightly on her heart. The man had been part of Bishop Security's family for as long as she could remember. He had always been kind, attentive and went out of his way when it came to efficiency and, most important, giving a hand. As he had proven again tonight.
But both Kate's mother and father had also proven that, no matter how much you think you know a person, they can still sometimes surprise you. And not always for the best.
She was thankful when Matt stepped in, explaining their concerns and observations better than she could right now.
Even more so, she was truly grateful at Greg for that olive branch, that gesture of good faith. She smiled at the older man fondly. Remembering Christmas parties, hours after school spent at the office with Kate nosing around, talking to workers and making friends.
It was the strangest part she had ever played, this transition into being called their 'boss'.
They ate in silence for a moment, Lestat's bad mood still obvious. Kate decided she might as well offer a branch as well.
"So, these witches... They came after you for coming out of the vampire closet?" Maybe not the best wording for the situation, given the circumstances. "I mean, for the book and the making vampires a public thing and all."
"Hardly," Lestat snorted, with a derisive wave of his hand. One that the witches could not see but he hoped somehow they felt. "I didn't write that penny dreadful book. They can blame Louis for that." Louis, who welcomed the fights that turned up on his doorstep now like they were what kept him alive best. "Witches have always felt an over-inflated sense of purpose in keeping watch over the world. Most operate from the shadows. These little nuisances making such a spectacle leads me to think they are operating independently, and shall pay the price by their own hands for it."
"Lestat," Gregory encouraged him, sitting on the side of the chair and resting a hand on the vampire's neck. "You told me you ran afoul of witches in the past."
A dark look was sent Gregory's way and Lestat sniffed. "There is no love lost between us. If they are seeking revenge for centuries-old feuds on both ends, that is their folly. I can handle it." He finished his wine and commented to Gregory, "You already reek of ham and pineapple." From the pizza on Gregory's plate.
He jerked his head away with a grimace as Gregory waved a pineapple piece near him before eating it with his fingers. "I'll protect you. From witches. And pineapple." He looked over at Kate. "I know this isn't what you thought your company would handle, but I would like to see this tour through. It's important to... well. It means a lot. If things get too dangerous, we won't open that night. We'll put precautions in place so tonight doesn't happen again. But I'd like to see this job through."
Watching Greg teasing Lestat helped Kate ease off that concerned edge she had been fighting. She squeezed Matt's hand, stroking his knuckles with her thumb as she reminded herself that none of the people in this room were alone.
They needed to trust each other. That was something Kate had to remind herself as soon as the plans for the rest of the tour were questioned.
"I need to think about the company first." She shook her head, as if rethinking things. "Not the firm, but the people working for me. For us." She gave Lestat a pointed look, one that moved back to the head of security in this tour. "Greg, be honest. You know our team better than anyone and I trust your judgement better than mine on this." It was a tough position she was putting him in, she was aware. Could Greg be objective when he knew that Lestat wouldn't cancel his shows? It was hard to tell. But the one thing for sure is that Greg has worked with these people for more than half of Kate's age. "Do you think we can keep them safe?"
Kate's company removing security for Lestat's shows would practically be an endorsement for Fisk. A public gesture that said the Vampire Lestat's tour was evil and wrong, dangerous and to be avoided. That even national security would not watch over it, for it was too wanton. That wasn't why Kate was really pulling back her people of course, but that would be the story. She would pull them back regardless of the backlash, if it meant keeping her people safe and out of a fight they shouldn't have to enter.
Gregory looked at Lestat and asked quietly, "What happened tonight. With them and you. Is there a way to stop it happening again?" If Lestat was at his full power, then yes, Gregory felt certain they could keep Bishop security safe. If not? They were out of their depth on tour.
Lestat was quiet then he said softly, his voice full of ancient haunting, "Yes. There is a way." He'd have to pay the price for it, but there was a way to keep his touring company safe. Or at least safer than what happened tonight. "It will take me some time, though. To prepare. Your people should avoid the next three shows. At least."
"I'm staying." Gregory looked at Kate, his hand still on Lestat. "I can handle myself. Pull the others until Lestat does what he has to, and then I'll re-evaluate. Let me stay. This way Bishop Security isn't abandoning the show and it can't be used as fodder, and our other people will be in the clear. I know the dangers, and I can handle myself. We should keep someone on the inside, anyway. What happened tonight, leaving isn't the message we should send. If you're making a stand in your way, then let me make one in mine. I'll sign a waver if you want. This means something."
"The foolishness of youth." Lestat looked like he would go either way, admiring Gregory for taking the risk but also wanting to keep him safe. He looked like he would very much do his best to keep him safe.
"I'm forty."
"That is still young enough to be an idiot. So is any age, really." Lestat looked over. "What say you, Ms. Bishop?"
Kate hated the thought of backing out. But wasn't that the right thing by their people if they were not prepared to take this job? Fisk would lavish on this, squeeze every last drop of these news and pretend he had them on checkmate. Bishop Security would lose prestige, too. Their customers would consider them unreliable, capable of backing out if things got gritty. Unprepared to deal with something as basic as a tour.
But was it fair to make her employees face a threat that was sure to come and that they were not even aware of? Her people trained to face criminals, not mythological creatures or covens of witches with a lust for a vampire's head.
The moment Greg endorsed the plan of staying by Lestat's side, Kate sighed with relief.
She hated backing out of a fight.
"You don't need to sign anything. If anything happens, the company has your back," Kate promised Greg. She hated to think of him getting hurt - worse was not even an option - but she would certainly look after him. "Look, I can't risk the rest of my employees. But Daredevil and Hawkeye will be there."
Kate's hold on Matt's hand became tighter, her attention turning towards Matt as she realized she should have checked with him first. "Right? Jess, maybe the others?"
This wasn't just about Lestat. How many people would come to that concert? Were they doing the right thing by them?
She held Lestat's gaze. His almost unnatural blue eyes.
Matt gave a small nod, slow and steady as if he was thinking. Plotting how this might fit into larger plans with regard to coverage. "We'll make it work." Matt didn't hear about potential danger and not plan on helping stop it, protecting innocents even if he had to figure a way to be in multiple places at once. It wasn't just helping keep Kate's company afloat, although that was part of it, and it wasn't just helping Lestat and Greg for their aid earlier, although that was part of it. It was because protecting the innocent was the right thing to do, no matter the personal cost. He wouldn't ask of others what he didn't demand first from himself.
Gregory sagged in relief as Kate agreed to let him stay, offering support rather than wiping her hands with a waver. He smiled at Lestat, relieved that he'd finish out the tour. Oh, he had no presumptions that this was a lifelong romance, but he did believe in what the tour stood for. He liked the man he was on tour with. It brought him back a little to his youthful punk days, while also somehow making him feel satisfied with middle age in a way that nobody else could understand. Or few might, at least. The experience of a lifetime, while giving Fisk and witch covens and shitty other vampires the middle finger. While inspiring a new generation. He was more idealistic than Lestat, he knew that, but Lestat wasn't heartless. He'd seen that, too.
Lestat smiled at Gregory and then studied Kate with equal measure. "Not do I, so this will make for interesting times."
He then leaned forward and helped himself to some of the beef while saying in French, 'A declaration of war and trust made over fucking fried cheese and pineapple. I blame you all for that if it fails.'
The atmosphere had certainly shifted. Kate, at the very least, was reminded that today that concert had been a victory. Yes, some people were injured. But nobody had died. They had sent a message. And both Lestat's enemies and their own had to face the fact that they were stronger than they suspected.
Kate ate, finding herself sharing conspiratory looks with Greg. She was happy for whatever the man had with her idol, in her heart already imagining something deeper and far more romantic. Whatever it was, it was clear that Greg was happy to fight for the other man. Just like Kate would always stand up again if that meant protecting Matt.
Her plate was soon empty and she found herself checking on her partner, leaning into him and quietly talking, finding a little intimacy. Loving gestures and words. Another reminder of what they fought for.
Kate stroked his hair back. "Should we call Claire? How are you feeling?"
Greg returned the look with Kate, sharing in the moment. He wasn't a founding member of the company like her family was, but it was his whole professional life. After his time in the military he'd gone to work for the security company in his mid-twenties, and they had treated him well. It was the story of so many military men and women, but few landed a job where the security firm saw the people there as anything but well-trained thugs. He'd seen Kate grow from a child into a leader, he'd seen Eleanor face ruin while also remembering how she'd helped him when he'd needed work. Family, duty, betrayal and loyalty. Risk and reward. All tied together. Gregory had no family of his own. His work was his life. It now blurred in new ways sharing a bed with Lestat, but he'd learned a long time ago with Bishop Securities that ties were often bound beyond one's genetics.
He was glad she trusted him. He wouldn't take it for granted or let her down. He'd tried to be honorable and fair, protecting the others while still putting himself on the line. Kate was doing the same, with Matt. Lestat was... more of a wildcard, but he cared about this show. About those putting it on with him. Even if it was mostly pride, he'd help. Maybe, selfishly, he thought a little of it was personal, too.
At Kate's question, Matt shook his head a little and replied back softly, "I don't need Claire. Nothing I can't shake off." A few broken ribs, a re-injured leg. A busted nose. Sore muscles and bruises, a throat that had been held at a vampire's temper. He was a Murdock. Pain was expected. You got up off the mat. Matt Murdock was a tank despite his build, a man who could take an extraordinary amount of beating and smile as he dealt it right back. Which he knew wasn't normal. "We can go see her if you want, though. If you get looked at, too." Giving Kate an out if she needed to visit Claire.
Gregory then looked at Lestat and asked haltingly, they had fucked but this was new ground, "Do you need to..."
"You can shoot a gun but not say drink blood?" Lestat said dryly. "I'm fine. For now." He was hungry and weak but not desperate. Towards Kate and Matt he added, "There's a spare room if you want. Or I can call the car to take you someplace. It is up to you. There's nobody near the hotel that is a risk as I can tell." He'd kept an ear out for it, not realizing Matt had, too.
By now Kate knew Matt well. She only had to ask, and Matt would follow her to Claire's place, back home, or stay if only she implied it. He was exhausted and beaten, bruises already showing on his face and, without a doubt, marking his body like a map of wounds. "I think I'm too tired for a lecture." And poor Claire and Luke didn't deserve this kind of late visit. "Maybe in the morning?"
Before work? It was a gamble, trusting Matt would follow. Unless Kate truly needed it.
At Lestat's offer, Kate's attention was divided between both men. But it was clear they were both expecting her decision. "You don't mind if we stay?" She pretty much asked the both of them. Honestly, the hotel was the definition of luxury, something that normally wouldn't phase Kate. But this? This was Lestat the vampire's executive-suite! Probably the presidential one.
"I'm gonna pass-out in the car if we head back home," she told Matt. Besides, the pets would be fine. They were used to early dinners and owners that spent whole nights away from home.
Lestat waved a pale, perfectly manicured hand in a dismissive gesture when asked if he minded. "Be my guest. There is more than one bedroom." He had the best room at the hotel of course, right at the top with a private elevator and multiple beds and baths. "As long as you don't snore, you may stay. It has been a long night and I should like to sleep." Lestat could stay awake when the sun was up, but it did make him drowsy. As vampires aged they needed less sleep, but he hadn't done away with the need yet, particularly after a trying night.
He rose to his feet, patting Gregory on the shoulder as he walked past them. "If I am not awake in the morning, Gregory can make certain you get home." He headed for the master suite, figuring after cleaning up that Gregory would join him.
"We can stay the night," Matt agreed with a small nod, wincingly getting to his feet to help clean up. "We can see how we feel in the morning." Whether they went to Claire's or not. He had to be at the office, but if Kate needed him to take her there, he'd figure out a way to push back his meetings. "Thank you," he added to Gregory who was also cleaning up with them.
"I'm sorry you all get caught up in this," was Gregory's answer. Not the Fisk part, that had already existed, but the rest of it. "There's a bedroom right there," he pointed to the right, "With a bathroom adjoining if you want."
As they all cleaned up, Gregory's quiet and apologetic approach was welcomed with reassurance. "Hey, don't mention it. We wouldn't leave you on your own." She glanced briefly at Matt. "It's what we do."
It was strange, it almost felt like reconnecting with Greg, since she remembered having long chats with the man back when she was a kid. Whenever he was in the office, waiting for her mom to be done at a meeting, Kate was delighted to caught him and catch up. Tonight? She was doing so under a very different light. With the both of them baring very personal sides of each other.
"I know -- I mean, it goes without saying. But please don't tell anyone about Matt and me? It's always such a mindfuck when people know." It demanded trusting people with Matt's most precious secret. If Fisk could get his proof of Matt being Daredevil, he would probably hit with every asshole attorney out there to get them behind bars. Or even have an excuse for the Task Force to take them down.
Thanking Greg again, Kate wrapped an arm around Matt's waist as they made their way to their room. The place was spacious like a regular, expensive hotel room. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Kate leaned in and pressed her lips softly against his. "Let me," she whispered softly.
Taking her time, Kate helped him strip. The red and black armor came off little by little, with Kate stopping to both assess the damage, and pepper kisses over his body as she did.
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Date: 2026-03-10 06:18 pm (UTC)It was still a whole new universe to Kate.
The weight of it was still hitting her when Lestat spoke again. Lestat, her idol.
"Huh? Oh, it's no big deal!" Kate waved a hand dismissively. "It's sort of what Matt and I do." There was no point in pretending it wasn't so or in being humble. Not when Matt was in full Daredevil gear.
At his next question, Kate eyed the bottle of painkillers and hesitated. A snort followed, hearing that Matt was refusing Greg's help. "I'm shocked to the core," Kate confirmed before her laugh was interrupted by a grimace. Yep, her ribcage was being a bitch. "Yeah, I probably need this checked. Once I convince Matt to get his checked."
Her attention moved back onto Lestat. "What about you? Those witched hurt you, too."
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Date: 2026-03-10 06:51 pm (UTC)He held out his arms and pushed up the sleeves of his golden jacket, revealing perfectly healed skin beneath the dried blood. "Only momentarily. It is all but impossible to leave me with a scar." At least physically. Everyone's secret was out of the bag it seemed, given he knew about Kate and Daredevil. A stalemate should it come to that. "My bones are more set than yours or the Devil's."
"I prefer Matt," Matt replied as he limped slowly back into the room. His favored side indicated that he'd busted some ribs as well, along with an injured leg and a bruised swelling from his top lip to his nose. He set a glass of water sans ice in front of Kate, and a bag of ice beside it to hold against what ached her, knowing that drinking cold water with a split lip would be unpleasant.
Lestat studied him. "Do you? I think Devil suits you. Or is it just not polite to admit you prefer it?"
"I think we're a little past polite tonight," Matt waved off Gregory with a muttered statement that he was fine and to tend to Kate.
"Kate and I were just talking about manners while my show was being ruined. It is always a little late for something, if one cares about timeliness. Which I don't."
"So that makes you polite?"
"It makes me curious." Lestat leaned forward with an irritable wave. "If neither of you will accept aid then at least don't bleed on the furniture. I'd like my deposit back." Gregory set a glass of wine down in front of Lestat. "Really?"
"I know. Holding a glass curbs your ability to gesticulate and we're all worse off for it." The words slid out of Gregory's mouth before he remembered they weren't alone and he looked abashed and apologetic until Lestat laughed.
"I like what near-death does to you," he told the security guard as he sipped his wine. It wasn't blood, but it was better than nothing. "So, the witches were for me. The police you know from the past?"
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Date: 2026-03-10 07:12 pm (UTC)With Matt and Lestat having their little exchange, Kate took her time to take her pills and down a mouthful of water as she watched the pair. And also Gregory. Greg, who now also knew of his boss' secret. Greg, who could sell her out and Matt to, well, not Kingpin. But the media. Could they trust him? As much as Kate still clings to her need to trust on people, the thought of how her mother had hid a whole secret life was still stuck in her heart like a sharp thorn.
And yet, the little familiar exchange between Greg and Lestat made her smile.
"Fisk's Task Force is after vigilantes," Kate confirmed. "But today was more about sending a message." Greg had approached her again, no doubt ready to offer his knowledge on first aid. With a grimace, she sat more upright and unzipped her hoodie, rolling up her t-shirt for him to assess the damage. "Fisk is on a war for control of this city. And his main tool is fear."
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Date: 2026-03-10 08:00 pm (UTC)He punctuated his point with a small hand gesture that nearly resulted in a spill as he was holding the wine glass. He gave Gregory a look that said not to mention it, but the man ducked his head as he was tending to Kate. Lestat took a disgruntled sip of his wine and sighed moodily. He flopped back to lean against the seat cushion. "Your human politics are so tedious." Well, so were vampire ones. He hated them all, really.
Taking a larger swallow of the wine, he looked back between Kate and Matt. "Do you require sustenance? There's food if you do." He'd had the fridge stocked for Gregory's needs. He'd also eaten it to keep up appearances. "We had Brazilian last night, did we not?"
"We did. There's also pizza."
"You defiled the pizza. Which is why we had to get Brazilian." Lestat made a disgusted face. "They say I am not human yet what you put on it was sacrilegious. Demonic."
"It was Hawaiian pizza," Gregory informed Kate, a little awkward at how obvious it was that he and Lestat had been sharing an intimate dynamic for a few weeks now. "Want me to call the office, check in on how the others are doing?" A few others were on staff at the event and while they had been fine he wanted to see how rattled they were and what the general vibe was.
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Date: 2026-03-10 08:54 pm (UTC)"Huh? Oh! Right, of course! Could you? Shit, I feel like such an asshole, forgetting about that." She groaned, guilt genuinelly washing over her. How could she forget about the people she was suppossed to look after? Those who put a roof on her head thanks to their hard work? She'd have to make up for it to them, somehow.
Thanking Greg a few times as he took care of it, Kate turned to Matt then. "Do you wanna grab a bite? I haven't had anything since lunch." And honestly, Kate knew she would starve until the show was done, but Lestat's concert was worth the wait. Now? She was glad to accept his hospitality.
With a grunt, she got on his feet.
"So, you eat human food, too? It's not just..." She pointed at her neck. "Wanna join us?"
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Date: 2026-03-10 09:11 pm (UTC)Lestat held the wine bottle and watched Gregory a moment before topping off his glass and taking another drink. It took a lot to get him drunk and he preferred doing it via drinking from the vein of an intoxicated person, but that wasn't on the menu right now. Kate had saved his life, he owed her not ripping into her neck or the neck of those who belonged to her here.
Matt gave a faint nod. "I could eat." Which meant he hadn't eaten since that morning and was starving, even if eating still wasn't a priority of his.
"I can eat human food, yes." He held out the wine bottle to see if Matt or Kate wanted any. He had plenty at the hotel. He had to piss and shit just like humans did when he imbibed in human substances, but sometimes it was worth it. He did greatly enjoy a good wine, and while nothing held the appeal that blood did, he could still taste food and understand the enjoyment. He just didn't crave it any longer, nor did it satiate him the way that blood did. "Although I don't think the pizza is human so much as..."
His phone rang. He stared at the number on the phone, frowning a little. "Excuse me a moment." He took the call, stepping away himself as a New Orleans accent might be faintly heard on the other end loudly talking about what the fuck was on the television about tonight's show. "It was not like I rehearsed it! You did not 'see this coming,' I'm surprised you can see anything with that head of yours so far up..." His voice trailed off into a flurry of French as he found a separate corner.
Matt shook his head, then thought better of it. Carefully shifting position to face Kate more, not that he could see her, Matt quietly asked, "What the fuck are our lives, Kate."
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Date: 2026-03-11 07:31 am (UTC)Pecking his lips, Kate took her time and walked with Matt towards the kitchen, taking liberties as they picked from Lestat and his team's leftovers. There was beans and beef and rice, along many dishes Kate did not know, but was willing to try. And of course, the pizza.
Even though the microwave was loud and her hearing wasn't as good as Matt's, Lestat's loud french curses were easy to hear. Could that be...? No, surely not. For all she knew, his ex had moved on, why would he be in contact with Lestat still? He could be, though. After all, it turned out that Lestat was the real deal.
"I can't believe we're at his hotel..." Kate sighed, unaware that even though they had a million things to worry about and consider about tonight, she was still star-struck when it came to her latest, biggest, rock idol.
If he was a murderer he could have had a huge banquet, to be fair.
Then, she continued in whispers. "You think he and Greg...? I mean, I know they're working together and all, but -- God, this is probably how people saw us before we started dating."
Shit, was Lestat yelling louder now?
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Date: 2026-03-11 12:28 pm (UTC)He leaned near Kate, an am lightly resting on her where it wouldn't hurt, just wanting that contact right now.
Rice and beans and beef sounded good to him right now. Anything did. He didn't think wine was smart, even if he could tell it was a good vintage, so he just got some water for himself. "This was not how I thought we'd end the night," Matt agreed about being in this hotel. He could tell that Kate was starstruck. Lestat certainly did have a volatile, mesmerizing presence. He did make by Matt's opinion genuinely enjoyable, fun music. He got why Kate was enjoying this, and even Matt had to admit that after a hard night this was a very luxurious place to end up. The furniture was soft and supple and the food smelled amazing.
"It was really generous of him to invite us," he admitted. "He could have just gotten us a ride home and left it at that." Oh, Matt was sure that Lestat had wanted to feel them out now that all secrets were revealed, he'd wanted to do the same, but offering first aid and food was above and beyond that. He wrinkled his nose a little and informed Kate in a low voice, "I think they are definitely doing more than just working together." He didn't say that he could literally smell them on each other, but he could. Even having Gregory's food in Lestat's hotel room spoke to some measure of intimacy.
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Date: 2026-03-11 05:05 pm (UTC)"I don't think anyone could have guessed this is where we'd end the night." Shit, it was the perfect setting for a novel sequel. An Evening With The Vampire Lestat.
Ok, sure, it sounds a little like the title for a talk show. But it could be a nice sequel! The vampire opening up, telling them his story, his perspective on the first novel and what he's been up to since he became a rock star. Offering to turn them? Shit, that would be such a plot twist!
But not as big a Lestat and Greg being a thing. Kate's jaw dropped as Matt confirmed her suspicion. Matt had ways to know these things and Kate trusted his judgement blindly. 'Oh, my God!', she mouthed. "Do you think -- Shit, you think he has a coffin here? That would be so freaky. But kinda fun." Kate's whispers were truly excited ones. "You think he turned him? Does Greg have a heartbeat? This is so crazy!"
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Date: 2026-03-11 05:44 pm (UTC)Then Matt realized something else. He lowered his voice even further, although it felt silly. "He also might have pretty good hearing, so..." Hopefully he was distracted by his very lively French conversation on the phone to not be paying them any attention.
The microwaved beeped and Matt helped to plate the reheated dishes. He heard Lestat theatrically hang up and sigh in Gregory's arms, murmuring that he was all right. Gregory had his arms on Lestat's shoulders, and the vampire pressed a hand against Gregory's chest, feeling the heartbeat. Matt lingered a moment in the kitchen until the two men parted and then started taking dishes out.
Gregory turned to Kate and straightened his shoulders. "Everything's okay. The reports will be ready for your review in the morning."
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Date: 2026-03-11 06:13 pm (UTC)Either way, it's so cool. "Oh, my God. Is it bad that I kinda wanna see it? I mean, it's like so iconic." And Matt had a point. Kate's jaw dropped as her hands practically smacked her face, clamping over her mouth. Was there a chance Lestat was listening to her fangirling? God, that would be so embarrassing.
As self-conscious as she was, Kate suddenly shared a sheepish laugh about it with Matt. "God, you'd think I've got used to that sort of thing with you!" She pointed out, still in whispers.
Finally carrying the meal back to the common area, Greg caught her up with things. Kate sighed heavily, "honestly, you guys make my life so much easier. We have the best team ever." Sure, she wasn't looking forward to review anything except her pillow tomorrow morning. But Kate was aware that she was needed in the office. Everyone was working hard, she ought to keep up with them. "You're a saint, I swear."
Or Matt's catholicism was a real big influence lately.
"Have you even sat down tonight, Greg? Seriously, you need a break yourself, shit. Have you had water or eaten something?" Kate eagerly encouraged him to join them, even though she was not exactly hosting here.
Probably, after years of working for the Bishops, Gregory would recognize a little of Eleanor when Kate took the reins of something.
"Are you joining us, mister -- I mean, Lestat." Kate turned towards Matt and, not bothering to lower her voice, pretended to be sharing a secret. "He doesn't want us to call him by his surname."
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Date: 2026-03-11 06:32 pm (UTC)Gregory shook his head and said to Kate gratefully, "I'll sit for awhile. The food does look good." He did notice her Bishop traits, one of the reasons he'd remained loyal to the company. They cared. He smiled a little and said thanks as Matt gave Gregory the water he'd gotten for himself, not having drank any yet. If Matt really wanted he could share Kate's. He didn't want to get back on his feet again so soon. Gregory insisted that Kate and Matt help themselves first, and Matt insisted Kate go ahead of him. It was all a social dance that Lestat watched with faint amusement. For obvious reasons he went last and didn't bother picking at any of the offerings just yet.
"I suppose that, given what you both do at night, you're no strangers to a certain level of discretion." Lestat studied Kate and Matt as he said it.
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Date: 2026-03-11 07:30 pm (UTC)At the mention of their obvious secrets, Kate paused mid-drinking.
"Yeah." Carefully, she placed the glass down. "I think it goes without saying that we all know some big secrets now. And exposing them could cost us a lot." Kate eyed Greg. The guy could blackmail her if he wanted. Sell them to Fisk and see more money he's even dreamed of. Lestat? He didn't seem to care about those games. And in a way, he flaunted his identity to the world. It wasn't much of a secret, it was just hard to believe.
Kate leaned towards Matt and looked at him.
They had never had this talk before. What if someone outed them? They would be arrested, at the very least. What kind of charges would they face? Fisk could execute them on the streets and claim his officers did it on self-defense. He'd talk more shit in the media than he already does.
"What Matt and I do matters. And we'll give our lives to keep doing it."
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Date: 2026-03-11 07:49 pm (UTC)"Gregory spends each night protecting people under your company's banner. He has given his own reputation for what that means, he has put his life on the line this very evening." Lestat leaned forward, preternatural blue eyes fixated on the couple with a growing anger. "You speak of what you're doing mattering and yet you cast off what someone in your employ does to-"
"Lestat," Gregory's voice cut in quietly. The larger man moved to stand behind the vampire, resting hands on his shoulders, rubbing them soothingly. "They're tired, they're worried. So are you. Let's not..."
"You came back for me." Lestat looked up at Gregory, and he couldn't abide the sadness he saw in the giant man's gaze. The quiet understanding where Gregory ached for him. How that little moment of weeks ago Gregory coming back for Lestat had meant to the vampire, who should have had centuries of experiences where someone gave a shit. Lestat looked away, teeth glistening a moment before he finished his wine. "I don't give a shit what you people do. It matters not to me. Everyone dies of something. Might as well think your deaths will hold special meaning."
"You stood in front of Kate." Matt said that quietly. "That means something. So I get why what Gregory did means something to you, too. It hasn't been forgotten. We're all used to more slights and sins than space for mistakes. Maybe we could all do with a little trust. From one devil to someone bound for hell." The curl of Matt's mouth said he was teasing.
Lestat glanced at him. A long silence. "You're still a shit violinist."
"Yet he's dating a wonderful boss." Gregory gave Kate a small smile, absolutely steadfast in his loyalty, willing to prove it.
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Date: 2026-03-11 08:29 pm (UTC)But both Kate's mother and father had also proven that, no matter how much you think you know a person, they can still sometimes surprise you. And not always for the best.
She was thankful when Matt stepped in, explaining their concerns and observations better than she could right now.
Even more so, she was truly grateful at Greg for that olive branch, that gesture of good faith. She smiled at the older man fondly. Remembering Christmas parties, hours after school spent at the office with Kate nosing around, talking to workers and making friends.
It was the strangest part she had ever played, this transition into being called their 'boss'.
They ate in silence for a moment, Lestat's bad mood still obvious. Kate decided she might as well offer a branch as well.
"So, these witches... They came after you for coming out of the vampire closet?" Maybe not the best wording for the situation, given the circumstances. "I mean, for the book and the making vampires a public thing and all."
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Date: 2026-03-11 08:44 pm (UTC)"Lestat," Gregory encouraged him, sitting on the side of the chair and resting a hand on the vampire's neck. "You told me you ran afoul of witches in the past."
A dark look was sent Gregory's way and Lestat sniffed. "There is no love lost between us. If they are seeking revenge for centuries-old feuds on both ends, that is their folly. I can handle it." He finished his wine and commented to Gregory, "You already reek of ham and pineapple." From the pizza on Gregory's plate.
He jerked his head away with a grimace as Gregory waved a pineapple piece near him before eating it with his fingers. "I'll protect you. From witches. And pineapple." He looked over at Kate. "I know this isn't what you thought your company would handle, but I would like to see this tour through. It's important to... well. It means a lot. If things get too dangerous, we won't open that night. We'll put precautions in place so tonight doesn't happen again. But I'd like to see this job through."
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Date: 2026-03-11 09:17 pm (UTC)They needed to trust each other. That was something Kate had to remind herself as soon as the plans for the rest of the tour were questioned.
"I need to think about the company first." She shook her head, as if rethinking things. "Not the firm, but the people working for me. For us." She gave Lestat a pointed look, one that moved back to the head of security in this tour. "Greg, be honest. You know our team better than anyone and I trust your judgement better than mine on this." It was a tough position she was putting him in, she was aware. Could Greg be objective when he knew that Lestat wouldn't cancel his shows? It was hard to tell. But the one thing for sure is that Greg has worked with these people for more than half of Kate's age. "Do you think we can keep them safe?"
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Date: 2026-03-11 09:32 pm (UTC)Gregory looked at Lestat and asked quietly, "What happened tonight. With them and you. Is there a way to stop it happening again?" If Lestat was at his full power, then yes, Gregory felt certain they could keep Bishop security safe. If not? They were out of their depth on tour.
Lestat was quiet then he said softly, his voice full of ancient haunting, "Yes. There is a way." He'd have to pay the price for it, but there was a way to keep his touring company safe. Or at least safer than what happened tonight. "It will take me some time, though. To prepare. Your people should avoid the next three shows. At least."
"I'm staying." Gregory looked at Kate, his hand still on Lestat. "I can handle myself. Pull the others until Lestat does what he has to, and then I'll re-evaluate. Let me stay. This way Bishop Security isn't abandoning the show and it can't be used as fodder, and our other people will be in the clear. I know the dangers, and I can handle myself. We should keep someone on the inside, anyway. What happened tonight, leaving isn't the message we should send. If you're making a stand in your way, then let me make one in mine. I'll sign a waver if you want. This means something."
"The foolishness of youth." Lestat looked like he would go either way, admiring Gregory for taking the risk but also wanting to keep him safe. He looked like he would very much do his best to keep him safe.
"I'm forty."
"That is still young enough to be an idiot. So is any age, really." Lestat looked over. "What say you, Ms. Bishop?"
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Date: 2026-03-11 10:27 pm (UTC)But was it fair to make her employees face a threat that was sure to come and that they were not even aware of? Her people trained to face criminals, not mythological creatures or covens of witches with a lust for a vampire's head.
The moment Greg endorsed the plan of staying by Lestat's side, Kate sighed with relief.
She hated backing out of a fight.
"You don't need to sign anything. If anything happens, the company has your back," Kate promised Greg. She hated to think of him getting hurt - worse was not even an option - but she would certainly look after him. "Look, I can't risk the rest of my employees. But Daredevil and Hawkeye will be there."
Kate's hold on Matt's hand became tighter, her attention turning towards Matt as she realized she should have checked with him first. "Right? Jess, maybe the others?"
This wasn't just about Lestat. How many people would come to that concert? Were they doing the right thing by them?
She held Lestat's gaze. His almost unnatural blue eyes.
"Bishop Security doesn't back out."
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Date: 2026-03-11 11:04 pm (UTC)Gregory sagged in relief as Kate agreed to let him stay, offering support rather than wiping her hands with a waver. He smiled at Lestat, relieved that he'd finish out the tour. Oh, he had no presumptions that this was a lifelong romance, but he did believe in what the tour stood for. He liked the man he was on tour with. It brought him back a little to his youthful punk days, while also somehow making him feel satisfied with middle age in a way that nobody else could understand. Or few might, at least. The experience of a lifetime, while giving Fisk and witch covens and shitty other vampires the middle finger. While inspiring a new generation. He was more idealistic than Lestat, he knew that, but Lestat wasn't heartless. He'd seen that, too.
Lestat smiled at Gregory and then studied Kate with equal measure. "Not do I, so this will make for interesting times."
He then leaned forward and helped himself to some of the beef while saying in French, 'A declaration of war and trust made over fucking fried cheese and pineapple. I blame you all for that if it fails.'
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Date: 2026-03-11 11:34 pm (UTC)Kate ate, finding herself sharing conspiratory looks with Greg. She was happy for whatever the man had with her idol, in her heart already imagining something deeper and far more romantic. Whatever it was, it was clear that Greg was happy to fight for the other man. Just like Kate would always stand up again if that meant protecting Matt.
Her plate was soon empty and she found herself checking on her partner, leaning into him and quietly talking, finding a little intimacy. Loving gestures and words. Another reminder of what they fought for.
Kate stroked his hair back. "Should we call Claire? How are you feeling?"
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Date: 2026-03-12 12:22 am (UTC)He was glad she trusted him. He wouldn't take it for granted or let her down. He'd tried to be honorable and fair, protecting the others while still putting himself on the line. Kate was doing the same, with Matt. Lestat was... more of a wildcard, but he cared about this show. About those putting it on with him. Even if it was mostly pride, he'd help. Maybe, selfishly, he thought a little of it was personal, too.
At Kate's question, Matt shook his head a little and replied back softly, "I don't need Claire. Nothing I can't shake off." A few broken ribs, a re-injured leg. A busted nose. Sore muscles and bruises, a throat that had been held at a vampire's temper. He was a Murdock. Pain was expected. You got up off the mat. Matt Murdock was a tank despite his build, a man who could take an extraordinary amount of beating and smile as he dealt it right back. Which he knew wasn't normal. "We can go see her if you want, though. If you get looked at, too." Giving Kate an out if she needed to visit Claire.
Gregory then looked at Lestat and asked haltingly, they had fucked but this was new ground, "Do you need to..."
"You can shoot a gun but not say drink blood?" Lestat said dryly. "I'm fine. For now." He was hungry and weak but not desperate. Towards Kate and Matt he added, "There's a spare room if you want. Or I can call the car to take you someplace. It is up to you. There's nobody near the hotel that is a risk as I can tell." He'd kept an ear out for it, not realizing Matt had, too.
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Date: 2026-03-12 10:32 am (UTC)Before work? It was a gamble, trusting Matt would follow. Unless Kate truly needed it.
At Lestat's offer, Kate's attention was divided between both men. But it was clear they were both expecting her decision. "You don't mind if we stay?" She pretty much asked the both of them. Honestly, the hotel was the definition of luxury, something that normally wouldn't phase Kate. But this? This was Lestat the vampire's executive-suite! Probably the presidential one.
"I'm gonna pass-out in the car if we head back home," she told Matt. Besides, the pets would be fine. They were used to early dinners and owners that spent whole nights away from home.
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Date: 2026-03-12 12:50 pm (UTC)He rose to his feet, patting Gregory on the shoulder as he walked past them. "If I am not awake in the morning, Gregory can make certain you get home." He headed for the master suite, figuring after cleaning up that Gregory would join him.
"We can stay the night," Matt agreed with a small nod, wincingly getting to his feet to help clean up. "We can see how we feel in the morning." Whether they went to Claire's or not. He had to be at the office, but if Kate needed him to take her there, he'd figure out a way to push back his meetings. "Thank you," he added to Gregory who was also cleaning up with them.
"I'm sorry you all get caught up in this," was Gregory's answer. Not the Fisk part, that had already existed, but the rest of it. "There's a bedroom right there," he pointed to the right, "With a bathroom adjoining if you want."
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Date: 2026-03-12 07:49 pm (UTC)It was strange, it almost felt like reconnecting with Greg, since she remembered having long chats with the man back when she was a kid. Whenever he was in the office, waiting for her mom to be done at a meeting, Kate was delighted to caught him and catch up. Tonight? She was doing so under a very different light. With the both of them baring very personal sides of each other.
"I know -- I mean, it goes without saying. But please don't tell anyone about Matt and me? It's always such a mindfuck when people know." It demanded trusting people with Matt's most precious secret. If Fisk could get his proof of Matt being Daredevil, he would probably hit with every asshole attorney out there to get them behind bars. Or even have an excuse for the Task Force to take them down.
Thanking Greg again, Kate wrapped an arm around Matt's waist as they made their way to their room. The place was spacious like a regular, expensive hotel room. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Kate leaned in and pressed her lips softly against his. "Let me," she whispered softly.
Taking her time, Kate helped him strip. The red and black armor came off little by little, with Kate stopping to both assess the damage, and pepper kisses over his body as she did.
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