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

Meeting Claudia

        Your p.ov.

            I found Charlie speaking to a young lady who nearly fainted. She began to act strangely before leaning over a bed of flowers, I thought she was going to fall into them, but she quickly explained that the flowers brought her back. Perhaps a familiar scent is helpful?

              I had been working most of the evening, driving carriages all around the quarter, bringing tourists to the usual destinations. The cafe, bourbon street, one of them turned out to be Frenchman Street which I found surprising. No doubt these persons were locals or perhaps they had learned from one. Charlie was about to offer the young lady a ride home when someone approached him. I sighed at the realization of the person they were. 

               "You promised me a ride Charlie!" the woman spat. Charlie was overwhelmed. "Mother, I..my shift is about to end. This young lady needs a ride too." 

                 "I'll take her Charlie." I spoke up. They all looked at me. "You take your mother, and I'll take the young lady. It's not a problem." Charlie crossed his arms in protest. "Look, I have another hour left of my shift, you don't. Go take your mother home and finish your shift. I'll take it from here." 

                "Alright, fine." 

          Charlie helped his mother into the carriage. He glanced back at me. I would certainly have to talk to him tomorrow before work. I just hope the boss doesn't interfere too much. I learned the young woman's name "Claudia." she displayed a southern accent, standing five foot tall with a mass of dark brown curls, and golden eyes. Almost inhuman. Her presence made me feel slightly uncomfortable, but I kept my composure. 

           "What's the address madame?" I asked. A slight shakiness to my voice. "Eleven thirty-two rue royale." I nodded. The flat only a few blocks away from where I had found her by the flowerbeds. The streets endlessly filled with entertainment, street performers, and the drinkers. the city never rested entirely. When I approached the location, I couldn't help but notice the fine iron work on the balcony of the house, painted a beautiful shade of turquoise. The French windows open wide with the curtains drawn. The oil lamp nearest the property burning bright with a yellow flame.  

           I slid out of the carriage, offering a hand to the young woman named Claudia. Her shoes made no sound as she landed. Quite odd. I must have been far too tired to hear anything.                   "Thank you." she said. "Your welcome miss. I do apologize for my coworker back there; his mother is a handful most times." She straightened her fur lined coat. "I don't mind. Besides, I think you and him worked hard today. Best you both get some rest." 

          "Of course." 

      She went to the iron gate at the front door of the flat, then turned around as if she had forgotten something. "What is your name if you don't mind me asking? just in case I need a ride again." 

        "My name is Y/N L/N. you may call me Y/N or whatever you'd like." 

         "Y/N I like that. You have a good night now." 

          "You as well Miss Claudia." 

        She took one more glance at me. Then disappeared inside the flat. I took that as my que to leave for home. Something about this street made me feel frightened. But after my encounter with Claudia, I suddenly felt comfortable. Yet at the same time I felt as if something was watching me with wolf like eyes. Patiently waiting for my return.