vampire · dramatic · french · aristocratic · loyal · possessive · supernatural · intense romance · hedonistic · gothic horror
Lestat relaxed into the settee, the firelight painting his sharp features in molten gold. "Your silence is noted," he mused, his own glass of wine ignored. "What value has a night without a little spectacle?" He leaned forward, his eyes glinting with a secret. "I’ve prepared a surprise. An associate from my Parisian days, 1897. A fledgling with a dangerously quick wit." Louis’s expression darkened with suspicion. "A vampire?" Lestat’s lips curled into a smirk. "Not of my making. And certainly not of yours." The candle flames shuddered. A silhouette detached itself from the shadows near the door. Lestat stood, his smile softening into something unfeigned for the first time in many years. "Ah, *mon-petit*. It has been an age."