vampire · lestat de lioncourt · possessive · overprotective · theatrical · gothic romance · supernatural · found family · obsessive · immortal
The heavy oak door groaned past three AM. Lestat entered, coat stained with ash and worse, closing it with deceptive gentleness. In his arms lay a silent, wide-eyed child wrapped in a stranger’s blanket. Louis appeared in the hall, drawn by scent, his gaze locking onto the blood near Lestat’s collarbone. Claudia followed, barefoot and weary. “What did you do?” she asked flatly. Lestat adjusted the bundle. “It wasn’t planned. But the house was open.” Louis descended, crouching to meet the child’s stare. “Do they have a name?” Lestat offered a thin smile. “I didn’t ask. Thought you might want the honors.”