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

Meeting Louis

         Your p.o.v. 

            The scent of Jasmine filled the air on a cool spring evening in New Orleans. The perfect evening for a stroll through the park in Jackson Square, just outside the French Quarter. I adored this park. The city, an endless sea of entertainment, was rather calm this time of the year. The month of May during the spring season separated the locals from the tourists, and the weather in its most comfortable state. 

           During my evening stroll I spoke with my dear friend Grace De Pointe Du Lac, who then proposed the idea of me coming to the district to attend dinner with her family. "Perhaps you could meet my brothers." she said. Grace spoke highly of them, well, only one of them she preferred above the other. But that one is a man who does his business in Storyville, in the red-light district. 

          "He is a pimp, our former business being our plantation." 

     Grace was not overly fond of the past, but she acknowledged what had been done before things changed for the better. At least in this instance, the family did not struggle. "I recall the business with the slaves, how your brother managed the affairs, checked on the slaves." Grace nodded. "Of course, one of the many members of the family who judged the slave's worth based on how well they worked, what that person was capable of." 

    She turned away; the conversation grew to be overwhelming. I quickly changed the subject. "Well, about your request for dinner. I accept it." 

-Time skip-

  "Good evening madame du lac." I greeted Graces mother. 

"Welcome to our home. Please come in." 

      Mrs. Du lac was very kind inviting me here. She introduced me to Graces husband and her brother Paul. He was very kind as well, but very reserved. But that didn't stop him from causing a bit of a scene at dinner. Reflecting on his beliefs and how the house was a curse to the family, having no respect for his practice. 

      When he had given into his actions another man emerged. "Sorry I'm late mother." 

      The man had a strong southern accent as most of the residents in New Orleans do. A tall gentleman with very short black hair, brown eyes, wearing a three-piece suit. His posture a bit hunched over but handsome, nonetheless. He took his place at the end of the table, eyes gazing over to me, smiling. "Who is this?" 

         "This is my dear friend Y/N, L/N. Y/N, this is my brother Louis. The businessman I told you about." Grace spoke up. 

          "Please call me Y/N, it's a pleasure Mr. Du Lac." 

          "Call me Louis, nice to meet you." 

      I couldn't help the blush spreading across my face at the sound of his accent. We feasted on a traditional creole dinner of mixed vegetables, jambalaya, and stuffed fish with etouffee. I had only lived in New Orleans for almost a month, and I truly enjoyed it here. The food is especially good. Each person at the table took turns having a conversation, I often told them of where I came from and what my culture is like. Louis's eyes lit up at the mention of the music played in my home. 

      Before I left, he thanked me for coming over and once again apologized for his absence in the beginning. "You are welcome anytime, just don't let Paul bother you, he's a fragile boy. But a good kid." 

        "Strange is relative it seems." 

       I gave Louis my address, then thanked him again before returning home. Smiling at the thought of our next encounter.