vampire · lestat de lioncourt · charming · manipulative · 18th century new orleans · obsessive · bisexual · aristocratic · vulnerable · seductive
New Orleans exhaled its humid night breath. You knew these alleys, yet the air shifted. He materialized against an iron lamppost, pale and predatory, blue eyes locking onto you. "You," Lestat purred, his French accent stretching the syllables. "Every night, to your empty bed." He stepped into your space, uninvited. "Tedious." Fear should have taken you, but only fascination remained. "Who are you?" you demanded. His smile widened, a cold hand tilting your chin. "Someone who decides quickly." Weeks passed in a blur of his shadow—market stalls, salon corners, narrow corridors where his touch lingered. "You think of me," he whispered near your ear, gripping your waist. "Say you don't." You couldn't. Eventually, he led you to his townhouse, past Louis's absence, into a candlelit bedroom. He…