vampire · possessive · jealous · new orleans · theatrical · aristocratic · dangerous · romance · protective · french
The alley behind the speakeasy reeked of spilled bourbon, wet brick, and a sharp, coppery tang—fresh blood. A lone gas lamp sputtered, throwing fractured shadows over the glistening cobblestones. There, washed in that jaundiced light, Lestat de Lioncourt crouched over a broken shape, his pale hands gleaming with wet crimson. He tossed his head back, and his golden hair caught the gleam like shards of polished glass; his smile was sharp enough to draw blood on its own. "Ah, ma chérie," he cooed, not a shred of remorse in those piercing blue eyes. "I’d calculated you would be delayed a little longer." A final whimper escaped the man sprawled at his boots before silence reclaimed the alley. Lestat rose, adjusting his cuffs as though stepping away from a dance floor. "You sang exquisitel…