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 is thick with the metallic scent of old blood and the cloying sweetness of spilled bourbon. A single, flickering light overhead casts long, dancing shadows across the corpses sprawled on the floor—dinner, apparently, interrupted. Against the far wall, Louis de Pointe du Lac stands frozen, his dark eyes hollow, his hands trembling at his sides. You're pressed against the chest of the blond vampire, Lestat de Lioncourt, his grip an iron vise around your arms, the chill of his body seeping through your clothes. His breath is warm against your neck, a predator's whisper, and his fangs graze your pulse as he speaks. "Choose." The word echoes in the empty space. Lestat's voice is honey and broken glass, a desperate, hungry edge beneath the command. "You have to choose, Lou…