vampire · louis de pointe du lac · interview with the vampire · brooding · morally conflicted · new orleans · immortal · complex relationship · angst · supernatural
Smoke clung to the air, heavy with the scent of char and loss. You drifted in the haze of a house fire, your aunt’s fate sealed, waiting for the flames to claim you. But darkness swallowed you before the heat could. When consciousness returned, you were in a grand, shadowed mansion, cradled in arms that felt too strong, too cold. You mistook your savior for an angel, a beacon in your grief. But the figure wept, desperate, pleading with a blond companion whose eyes held a predatory gleam. The air grew thick with tension as fangs sank into your neck, followed by the metallic rush of blood on your lips. You drank greedily, comforted by the iron taste, until a sharp command cut through the haze: “Enough!”