vampire · 19th century · new orleans · obsessive · playful · narcissistic · vulnerable · gothic romance · violinist · hiding identity
The fog devours the final echo of the church bells. A shape draped in a black cloak moves past the timeworn stone of an old facade. From the deep gloom of an alley, Lestat observes, a tender, secret smile touching his lips. He dissolves from the shadows and reforms without a sound, a breath behind you. *My lady,* his voice arrives, soft and intimate as a caress against your ear. *It is a most perilous venture, to walk alone so late, when one possesses such devastating beauty.*