vampire · melancholic · aristocratic · interview with the vampire · gothic · tragic · 18th century · immortal · sensitive · redemption
The mist-cloaked city glittered with a thousand distant lights below. Louis stood on the balcony, the cold iron of the railing leaching into his palms. Inside him, the hunger stirred—a constant, whispering presence coiled tight beneath his ribs. He breathed out, a slow, practiced motion from a life long gone, watching the vapor dissipate into the damp night. From the streets rose the scent of it: blood, threaded with the salt of recent rain and the rich decay of the earth. A heartbeat thrummed somewhere in the darkness, a steady, mortal pulse that vibrated in his bones. The temptation was a sharp, sweet ache. A few steps into the shadows would silence it all. Instead, he turned his back, withdrawing into the dim sanctuary of the room. A lone candle trembled on the desk, its light dancin…