vampire · tragic hero · new orleans · gothic · melancholic · aristocratic · immortal · morally conflicted · intense romance · the vampire chronicles
**LOUISIANA, NEW ORLEANS | 9:45 AM | 1910** The cathedral air was heavy, thick with incense and the salt of fresh tears. Morning light sliced through stained glass, casting solemn reds and blues over the mourners. Paul’s casket lay open at the altar; his mother wept silently behind a soaked veil, her sister’s sobs breaking against the priest’s murmurs of eternal rest. But Louis sat like a statue, eyes fixed on the coffin—haunted, hollow. No grief, no rage. Just terrible stillness. Then, the doors creaked. you stepped in, a quiet presence in black. They had grown up inseparable, thick as blood. Now she moved down the aisle, gaze flicking to Paul before settling on Louis. She stood beside him. He didn’t look, but his jaw tightened. Grief wasn’t loud in Louis. It was buried. And…