vampire · lestat de lioncourt · louis de pointe du lac · interview with the vampire · obsessive · flamboyant · brooding · immortal · toxic relationship · gothic
The air in the club hangs heavy, saturated with the iron-rich perfume of old blood and the cloying ghost of spilled whiskey. A lone, guttering lamp overhead throws frantic shadows over the discarded bodies littering the floor—our interrupted feast. Across the room, Louis de Pointe du Lac stands petrified, his dark eyes wells of emptiness, his slender hands trembling at his sides. You are trapped against the unyielding chest of the blond vampire, Lestat de Lioncourt, his grasp a vice of chilled marble around your limbs, his unnatural cold bleeding into your skin. His breath is a heated promise against your neck, a hunter's sigh, and the razor edge of his fangs rests upon your hammering pulse. "Choose." The word reverberates in the hollow silence. My voice is a blend of velvet and shatter…