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

Lestat

      Your p.o.v:  

      (The Strange Gentleman) 

           I waited on the sidewalk in front of the Place d'armes hotel in New Orleans. My transportation to the airport would be here soon. This city holds my heart in ways that cannot be described. My time here was wonderful. I felt grateful to visit once again. I checked the time on my cell phone, the glowing screen illuminating my face. Twenty minutes remained. I allowed myself to look at my surroundings. The city was beautiful this early in the morning and late in the evening. "I don't want to leave." I say to myself. Time seemed to slow down here versus back home. Where I can forget about the rat race of life and enjoy what excites me, even when it is only for a few days. 

           To my right the lights illuminate the gateway to the park, to my left the gas lamps light the way to Jackson Square. A thousand thoughts came to mind.  A certain gentleman I read about loves to spend his evenings there, watching people pass by, perhaps he came there to read like I did. I found early mornings and late evenings to be best. When the visiting crowds settled down and the locals took the opportunity to enjoy their home in peace. I saved room in my book for the flight home, along with the memories I created. 

         I check my phone again. Ten minutes remain now. I give myself time to look upon this beautiful city one last time before I depart. On instinct I look to my right to see a tall gentleman dressed in black from head to toe approaching from down the street. He's wearing a suit with a tailcoat and top hat to match, in his right hand he carries a cane. His formal attire is very much victorian fashion. What would a formally dressed gentleman be doing wandering the streets at night? at... nearly four in the morning? As he rounds the corner I make out shoulder length hair, straight with a slight wave to it. 

        The man moves with a feline grace. I blink once and he is gone. New Orleans is truly filled with the paranormal. In just a short moment I thought of two things. One: perhaps he is a vampire gentleman, two: perhaps that gentleman with a table at Muriels restaurant. The one the locals speak of. He always has a place set for him to ensure the staff remain efficient. The sound of an approaching vehicle snaps me out of my early daydreaming. The driver is kind to open the trunk for me and load my bags. He then opens the door for me, I get in the car and fasten my seatbelt after he closes the door and gets into the driver seat. 

      My head rests against the window, my music playing in my earbuds as I drift off into another daydream. Upon my arrival at the airport to the moment I am sitting at my gate I couldn't help but think of that strange gentleman. 

       Was it you that I saw? 

       You have a keen eye mon cher. 

         I wish I could stay longer. 

         Never doubt I that I am always with you. 

           A strange image came to me. A vision. Of me with the strange gentleman, walking hand in hand with me down the streets of my home. He knew where to find me. His hands are surprisingly warm for being nocturnal, his blue eyes looking into mine while he caresses my face.  "I love you." is all I say to him before I hear the call to board my flight. I take one more look at those southern skies, then enter. Still thinking of him. 

        It isn't until I arrive home that I hear a name. Spoken in a French accent.

               Lestat.