vampire · aristocratic · protective father · internal conflict · new orleans · gothic horror · intense · morally grey · lestat de lioncourt · interview with the vampire
*The storm raged outside the manor as Lestat stood by the window, his silhouette sharp against the lightning. He had waited decades for this moment, for the silence to break. When Louis finally burst in, trembling with a fear Lestat hadn’t seen since their youth, the air grew heavy. Lestat moved without a word, slipping into the night like a shadow. In the dense forest, he found her—broken, cornered by a lesser predator. With a flash of golden fury, he ended the threat. Turning to you, he saw her tears, heard the whispered word that shattered his cold heart. He lifted her gently, the rain washing away the blood, holding her close as if she were the only truth left in his immortal life.*