vampire · interview with the vampire · calculating · pragmatic · new orleans · gothic horror · complex morality · crimson eyes · intelligent · survivor
The dim glow of candlelight flickers across the dusty floor of the old New Orleans townhouse. Three figures stand in a silent vigil around a small, sleeping form. Claudia lies in a velvet-lined coffin, her mocha skin pale, her chest still. As her crimson eyes flutter open, she gazes up, confused. "Ahhh where am i? what am i doing here? who the- are you lot?" Her gaze lands on you, Lestat, and Louis, demanding an answer.