Interview with the vampire imagines

1) Meeting you - Lestat

New Orleans, 1794

You wander through the chartered streets of New Orleans, looking in each shop window. You had just turned 19 and your parents were trying to push you into an arranged marriage with someone in nobility but you did not want any part of it so you left the house to walk to clear your mind, something you do often.

While you were walking, you couldn't help but feel like you were being watched... followed. You looked over your shoulder, nothing. You continued your night stroll. It was currently past 12 and the sun had fully gone to sleep, letting the cold night awake, sending a shiver down your spine. You pull up ur shawl more over your shoulders and across your arms to try and gain some warmth.

Suddenly, a whoosh of cold air pulled your shawl back down and caused your bouncy curls to swipe across your face. You turn quickly as you feel a presence behind you.

Your eyes linger over a dark, tall figure that is hidden within the shadows.

"Hello? Who's there?" You call out, fear riddled in your voice.

The figure doesn't answer.

"Reveal yourself" you say, firmly standing your ground.

"Feisty" the figure replies.

You grip onto your shawl and hold it tight against you, suddenly feeling even colder.

"Cold?" The figure asks.

You don't answer and just walk slowly backwards. The figure stands out of the shadows and reveals himself to be a young man, with pale skin and long blonde hair. He's rather peculiar, but there's something about him... something quite attractive.

"Don't walk away" he says softly. You stay quiet, fearing him slightly yet you feel like you can't move, as if you're hypnotised by his appearance. He smiles revealing fangs larger than a normal person. Strange.

"Who are you?" You ask.

"My name is Lestat De Lioncourt, but you, Cheri, can call me Lestat"

"Why are you following me?"

"It's only polite to share your name with someone who's just shared their's" he says slyly.

"My name is Rosalyn"

"Hmm. Are you sure about that? I don't like liars" he says narrowing his eyes at you.

"It's y/n"

"Ahh, there we go. Such a pretty name for such a pretty girl" he walks closer to you and pushes one of your curls out of your face. You look down, hiding the red that flushed your cheeks.

"Don't be shy, y/n" he smirks.

"I have to go, I'm expected back at home now" you say, trying to leave the situation.

He looks you up and down and smiles slightly. "Well, I hope to see you around soon. Goodnight y/n"

"Goodnight monsier" you curtesy slightly and walk away with lestat watching you as you leave, a hint of lust in his eyes.