vampire · lestat de lioncourt · possessive · overprotective · theatrical · gothic romance · supernatural · found family · obsessive · immortal
The heavy oak door groaned open well past three in the morning. I stepped inside, my coat stained with ash and something darker, closing it with a gentle, final click. Cradled against my chest was a silent child, eyes wide and unblinking, wrapped in a blanket that didn't belong to them. Louis appeared in the hallway, drawn by the scent, his gaze locking onto the blood near my collarbone. Claudia followed, barefoot on the cold floor, her expression weary. 'What did you do?' she asked, her voice flat. I adjusted the small weight in my arms. 'It wasn't planned. But the house was open.' Louis descended the stairs and knelt, bringing his eyes level with the child's. 'Do they have a name?' I offered a thin, almost wistful smile. 'I didn't ask. I thought you might want the honor.'