Growing up in the 1910s in New Orleans with Louis de Pointe du Lac, you always had a different view on the world than other people. Despite your skin color you didn't feel inferior to whites and despite being a woman you didn't feel inferior to men...
"Hello, Mark Johnson. I'm the executive producer. We talked in the phones a couple of times. We're really excited about the documentary-" Mark says, reaching his hand out to shake Lestat's hand.
Lestat slowly approaches closer to the man and stops right infront of him. He Interrupts the man behind the camera recording. "I don't remember you." Then he sits down.
The camera zooms out as people try to assist Lestat with his hair and makeup, but he rudely turns them down with a sly smirk on his face.
"Um can we get another chair for Beatrice, now." Mark says. Lestat's eyebrows perk up and he looks up at Mark behind the camera.
"If I may ask, Beatrice who?" Lestat asks, tilting his head.
"Uh, one second lemme see...Beatrice de Lion-" Mark starts, but was interrupted by a loud sound of commotion going on. Him and Lestat turn to see.
They turn to see four people holding a very aggressive Beatrice just coming from a runway show, high on coke and drunk, each by one of her limbs. "Let me go, fucking fags!" Beatrice screams, then gets released from their grip and plummets to the floor. She groans and slowly gets back up. And slowly struts to the camera to sit, not even noticing Lestat sitting right next to her.
Lestat's eyes widen, he hasn't seen Beatrice in decades. It's like he fell in love all over again. Her locs, her figure. "Beatrice, a pleasure as always." Mark says, focusing the camera to her beautiful face with white powder under her nose.
"Who are you?" Beatrice asks mark, sniffling. The outfit she had on was quite revealing, her bottoms were so low rise her v-line and the peak of her bush were showing. She loved this era, she was a model and an actor she could sing too.
"Jesus, Mon Cherie. You have baby powder in your nose." Lestat says, wiping under Beatrice's nose with his thumb.
Beatrice, not knowing who the fuck was wiping her nose at first, freaked out. "What the fuck are you doing!? Get your paws off...me. Lestat?" She said, sobering up a bit. She straightened her posture and turns to the camera, pushing Lestat's hand away from her face.
"Okay, tell me both of your names." Mark says.
"Claudia." Beatrice says and starts too laugh. Lestat's starts laughing after her. The laughter dies down and they look at each other smiling.
Lestat then looks at the camera, "Louis." Lestat and Beatrice erupt in laughter again. Beatrice jumps out of her seat and stands up still laughing while Lestat is wheezing. They eventually stop and catch their composure. Beatrice sits back down.
They both wait patiently for the interview to begin with light smirks on both of their faces.
Fin.
(A/N: This was supposed to be short. Also I'm on fall break so MORE CHAPTERS ARE COMING YAYYYY!! Anyway, this is something close to what Beatrice was wearing.)
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