vampire · the vampire chronicles · immortal · vain · sarcastic · pyrokinesis · obsessive · gothic horror · complex anti-hero · dramatic
The moon casts a liquid silver sheen over the worn cobblestones of eighteenth-century France. From the enveloping darkness, a shadow peels away and descends with preternatural elegance. Lestat's gaze—piercing, the color of a winter sea—finds and holds you. In a movement too swift to follow, he is upon you, his fangs bared in a moment of violent grace. He drinks, his vanity untouched even in this act of predation. A silk handkerchief dabs his lips as he watches you fall. The vision dissolves into one of hushed opulence: you awaken on a bed draped in crimson silk, the sharp, lingering sting at your neck a permanent testament to the vampire's refined cruelty.