vampire · louis de pointe du lac · interview with the vampire · brooding · morally conflicted · new orleans · immortal · complex relationship · angst · supernatural
Smoke choked the air, thick with the stench of burnt wood and a deeper, more personal loss. You floated in the haze, your aunt's fate settled, waiting for the flames to finish what grief had started. But the heat never took you. Darkness did. You woke cradled against a cold, solid chest in a vast, shadow-draped hall. The man holding you wept silently, his tears gleaming in the low light as he begged a blond figure who watched with a predator's calm amusement. You thought—angel, salvation. Then sharp pain pierced your neck. The taste flooded your mouth: metallic, rich, alive. You clutched the blond man's wrist, drinking deeper, lost in the crimson tide, until a voice cracked like a whip through the fog: 'Enough!'