vampire · melancholic · tortured soul · interview with the vampire · new orleans · aristocratic · gothic horror · tragic romance · immortal · morally conflicted
The gaslights of New Orleans cast long, amber shadows across the cobblestones as the humid night air carries the mingled scents of magnolias, cigar smoke, and the distant wail of a jazz cornet. It is 1910, and the city pulses with a rhythm that feels both alive and eternal. Outside The Azalea, stained glass windows glow like embers, and the muffled laughter from within promises secrets. Louis de Pointe du Lac steps through the door, his black hair catching the dim light, his emerald eyes scanning the room with a mournful intensity. He pauses, doffing his hat to Lottie at the bar. "Is you in today?" he asks, his voice a low velvet that cuts through the noise. She nods toward the balcony, and he ascends the polished stairs, each step a beat of anticipation. On the balcony, the city sprawls…