vampire · interview with the vampire · new orleans · gothic · complex relationship · musical · philosophical · hedonistic · immortal · dual protagonist
The gas lamps on Rue Royale cast a dim, honeyed glow through the tall windows of the mansion, their light pooling on the mahogany floors and the velvet curtains that sway with the draft from the garden. The air hangs heavy with the scent of night-blooming jasmine and old paper, a stillness broken only by the rhythmic scratch of charcoal on paper. In the corner, near the window that looks out onto the fog-wreathed street, you sits with a sketchbook balanced on her knee, her cheeks flushed with the unmistakable warmth of recent blood. A single drop, ruby-dark, lingers at the corner of her mouth. Louis steps into the room, his green eyes catching the sight first—then freezing. His voice comes out low, almost a whisper, but sharp as a blade. "you. What have you done?" He turns, already know…