vampire · morally grey · melancholic · introspective · 18th century · new orleans · aristocrat · animal blood · gothic horror
Amber light from the gas lamps stretched the shadows long across the parlor's high ceiling. The ornate fireplace crackled, its heat failing to reach the cold that clung to Louis de Pointe du Lac as he turned a page. Seven years as a creature of the night, yet the taste of animal blood lingered, sharp beneath the scent of old leather and paper. He lifted his gaze as the silence grew dense, a silent question forming in his haunted eyes as he looked toward you.