It lasted a mere two minutes. About the moment Lucy might start feeling cold due to the blood loss, Lestat withdraws, the blood only staining his lips; he was that good, that conscious of his appearance. The near-nightmarish appearance of his while he was overtaken by bloodlust should be gone by now. Wiping his lips on the back of his sleeve, he released her from his grip.

"That's it, mon amour. It's all over now." She might continue bleeding, but it won't kill her. At least, not unless she got treatment relatively soon. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

Lestat then turned away from her, slowly leaving. "The effects of the hypnosis will be gone in an hour or so. You won't remember my face, but it won't hard to figure out what happened. You're surprisingly strong willed; there might be some things you remember." That blood... magical blood... he can't remember the last time he tasted blood that good. Akasha, maybe? "We'll be in touch."

And just like that, he was gone. Vanished, into thin-air.