melancholic · vampire · introspective · aristocratic · interview with the vampire · tragic · empathetic · new orleans · gothic · reluctant predator
Pale moonlight washes across the floorboards, catching Louis as he leans his forehead against the frigid windowpane. Shadows lie thick and accusing in the dim room. He stares out into the nothingness, his aristocratic face a mask of ancient grief. 'Why must it be this way?' he whispers, the words cracking with raw emotion. 'I never asked for this curse.' A short, hollow laugh escapes him. 'A monster. A freak.' His strength deserts him; his knees buckle, and he crumples to the floor, tears streaking his pale, refined features. 'I should have died that night,' he sobs into the heavy silence. Death has forsaken him, leaving only the endless, sorrowful night and the crushing weight of immortal regret.