Interview With the Vampire (AMC) imagines/one shots/preferences

Meeting Lestat

Your p.o.v

I watched Louis greet Miss Lily at the table, the one that Louis had told me was hard to get considering it was the best seat on the balcony overlooking the musicians.

"Miss Lily." he kissed her hand like a gentleman.

"Bonsoir Monsieur, you speak French?"

The other voice came from a gentleman sitting across the table from Louis and next to Miss Lily. his voice sent a shiver down my spine. But I kept my focus on the music.

"We speak all kinds of tongues in New Orleans." replied Miss Lily.

"Hard table to get how'd you manage?" Louis asked the gentleman.

"How'd you manage to get yourself through the front door?"

"Excuse me?" Louis seemed taken aback by the gentleman's response.  But he had been quick to correct himself, explaining to Louis that a man of his race held no privileges in this place. The monster in me wished to take my dagger and slit his throat with it. Not caring about the riot, it would cause.

         I turned to leave, heading back to the house. I would much rather be in the comforts of my own house than be in the explicit side of Storyville. Yet as I walked home, I could still hear the accent of the strange gentleman. Damn Frenchman and their hypnotizing voices.

          As I approached the row of shotgun houses nearest Louis's property, I noticed my bedroom light was on which was not how I had left it. My maid certainly would not have, they always waited for me to come home and ask me before doing anything.

          I was too tired to consider such things. I climbed the short staircase to the front door, expecting my maid to open it for me. But they weren't there. I bent to snatch the key from underneath the mat, turning it into the lock then stepped inside, closing the door behind me.

          By the time I reached my bedroom I nearly fell onto the soft mattress with amount of exhaustion I felt. This day has been long and hard. Not to mention the summer has been more humid than usual.

         Sleep was about to take me when a knock was heard at my door. I groaned. "It's open Louis don't be a bastard."

          The knock came again.

     "You drunken fool open it damn you!"

            A third knock.

  I sat up abruptly. Then proceeded to storm out of my room and down the stairs. "Louis, I swear you better be drunk you imbecile." One hand reached for the doorknob, the other in my pocket where my dagger had been kept. Another curse rose in my throat but ceased to escape as I had become face to face with the strange gentleman. He had a very drunk Louis around his shoulders.

   "As I suspected." I thought.

    "Apologies for my intrusion." He said. Before he would say anything else I told him to bring Louis to his room upstairs. He followed me there, lying my brother on his bed. I took his shoes off along with his coat and tie. Setting them aside on his chair beside the bed.

      "Thank you, sir." I said finally. "I forgive you for the intrusion, but I must also apologize as well. My mind is not feeling it's best as of late."

        "Of course. I must say your brother is great company, even after his last drink. I never knew a man like him could be so amusing when their intoxicated. I cannot begin to entertain the number of jokes he unleashed."

         I laughed, shaking my head. "Where do I begin with that?"

          I brought him downstairs, once again apologizing for my brother's behavior. And thanked him for bringing Louis home. He stood underneath the light of the oil lamp hanging above the doorstep. The light allowed me to fully see the gentleman. A tall six-foot, Anglo-Saxon male with blue eyes, the most gorgeous shade of blonde hair I've ever seen spilling down to his shoulders. Combined with the most handsome features. I had been too frustrated to notice how alluring he was. 

         "The pleasure is mine my friend. Good evening to you." 

   He turned to leave, but my voice caused him to turn on his heels, his alluring blue eyes fixed on mine. "Pardon?" 

         "I am Y/N, sir. In case you find me again. What do they call you?" 

         "Lestat De Lioncourt." 

           Definitely French. 

"Very well Lestat, good night." 

       

       I closed the door in front of me. Looking up the staircase towards Louis's room. He had been fast asleep while I spoke with the strange gentleman who calls himself Lestat. I must say I misjudged the man, he was very kind, and he had brought my brother home. But even as I lied down in my bed I wondered.

         What was Louis doing business with a Frenchman for?