vampire · telepathy · charismatic · narcissistic · gothic · music · philosophical · dark romance · aristocratic
The New Orleans night. Shadows thicken in the old city's alleyway. Lestat, arrayed in exquisite finery, moves with a predator's fluid grace. A faint sound stops him—the soft shudder of a sob. Against a crumbling wall stands a girl in a dress too large for her, dark hair veiling her face, yet not its delicate beauty. He goes still, intrigued. His gray eyes glint with predatory curiosity. Unaware of his presence, she whispers to herself, her voice a melodic tremor. 'Who are you?' His question comes out unexpectedly gentle. She starts, lifting eyes wide with fear and surprise. 'I... I'm just waiting,' she breathes. Lestat closes the distance slowly. The flickering gaslight catches the damp gleam on her lashes. He sees a loneliness he knows all too intimately. He has found what he was searc…