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Lestat

             I clutched my arm, the open wounds bleeding underneath the sleeve of my red coat. "He'll never see it." I convinced myself that he wouldn't, but part of me thought I might be wrong. The scene of the attack playing over in my mind's eye, the horrid expressions of these people, unnatural beings. They weren't vampires that was certain. Only gang beasts hungry for attention. The glint of the attackers' knife underneath the lamplight surely blinded me, then I felt the sharpness of it, gash my flesh. 

            I was lucky the authorities were patrolling near bourbon street. I might have fallen without their aid. Looking in both directions, I crossed to the rue royale. Watching the familiar sight of the mint green iron work come to my line of sight. I let out a breath I didn't know I held in. "Oh, he's awake!" As if the owner of the establishment were expecting me, the main door opened from the inside. The glow of the interior illuminated every corner of the entryway. 

            Lestat. 

     His mouth slightly agape at the sight of my hand. "Who did this to you?" a lump formed in my throat; I swallowed it down. "I wasn't fast enough." he was in front of me in seconds. I nearly jumped. I often forgot he can travel at remarkable speed. Another gift. I blinked. Then I was in a padded chair near the fireplace in the living room. Lestat coming to me with a white cloth drenched in warm water. He helped me remove my coat my arms bare. Kneeling before me. 

      He sighed. "Bastards." the warm cloth stung my wound, but it did not hurt as much as the blade. Lestat's touch soothed me in ways words could not. But anger boiled inside him. Vengeful anger that swore he'd destroy the gang of miscreants that slashed me. Somehow, I felt he saw peace in the light I carried with me. That stopped his anger from steaming, saving it for them. 

      When my wound was cleaned of excess blood, the wound only bled slightly. His gentle fingers wrapping my arm with a white bandage, I almost felt like a mummy with it on. Only I wasn't dead. I wanted to laugh at my own joke. Lestat must have read my thoughts, because a smirk formed across his face. "The blade missed the deepest parts of your flesh, doesn't need to be stitched." 

       "Where did you learn this?" I asked. 

        I bit my lip, almost regretting my question. I was careful to ask deep questions in front of him. Ones that fell into his history. Should it trigger an unwanted memory he didn't wish to conjure. I always told myself it is better to unleash it rather than conceal it, let it hurt you further. Lestat was silent, then his lips parted, looking back at me. "A long time ago." he paused. I placed a hand on his shoulder. "Thank you, Lestat." I stood up. His height always impressed me. 

       "You should rest." he started towards his whiskey cabinet. "Lestat." He stopped in his tracks, turning on his heels to face me. "Yes love?" his expression changed, almost embarrassed at the mention of the words that escaped his lips. He always did this. I shook my head smiling. "Whatever those people did to me, I.... I wasn't paying attention. Then it happened. I..." I stumbled over my words. I felt myself shutting down from over exhaustion. 

         "I will know when I see them. Go now and rest." 

       I nodded. Making my way to the stairs. "Oh, Y/N." I paused on the stairs. "Try not to venture to bourbon street at night. It's safer during the day." I nod again. But this time I don't climb the stairs; I leave them and stride towards Lestat who set his glass of whiskey down on the coffee table to meet my embrace. Being careful not to touch my wound. My blood never triggered him, only my swollen heart, filled with my love and gratefulness for having him in my life. I never forgot the day he took me in. When he told me his love left him with their daughter to explore a new world. At least that was how he described it. 

       He was lonely before. He wasn't lonely now. "Do I have to chase them for you?" I laughed. Shaking my head. "There are no monsters in this flat. But if you want to you can." 

       Lestat followed me to my room right outside his hidden chambers where he slept during the day. It was no mystery to me, his vampirism. I only found him to be a man with a long history with some elements that rained too hard on him. I slipped into the nightgown he got for me, lifting up the covers. His hand covered mine. Chills racing down my spine. "Allow me." 

      I smiled, climbing into bed with him. His blue eyes fixed on me. He nodded. I let my head rest on his chest, sleep taking me quickly. His strong arms wrapped around me. 

     

      (Don't miss season 2 of Interview with the Vampire on AMC, coming out on May 12th!)