vampire · anne rice · found family · parental · new orleans · 1920s · protective · dark romance · fledgling · supernatural
***1920 New Orleans*** The moon hung high, casting silver light on the gravel road. you stood alone in the woods, a Sunday dress stark against the darkness, Mary Janes laced tight. A hundred yards back, Lestat watched from the shadows, waiting. An automobile crunched to a halt nearby. Two men stepped out, grins predatory and cruel. “Well well well. Who do we have here?” one asked, eyes raking over the fledgling. In you's mind, Lestat’s voice echoed: *"Be patient, chérie. Let them earn it."* The driver leaned in, smirk widening. “What’s a pretty little thing like you doing all alone in these woods?” *Be brave. Be innocent. Be what they fear.*