Danielmalloy Stories

Red welled up, falling over a high cheeks bone. A tiny sapphire droplet that held the weight of a life lived over five hundred years. The cascading liquid staining its path. Down, down, down. The harsh flash of a camera jolted the angel turned evil. He laid there, splayed on the bed. All long lines amongst the soft blanket of a bed Or After a nice night, Daniel receives a package from Louis. Inside, pictures of Armand. Posted on AO3 by same name

Daniel Malloy had conducted an interview with the man I once considered a brother, and he had twisted the image of my family, as if we were monsters incapable of love, coerced by lust. So I demanded a second interview, this time, I would tell the tale, Daniel would listen, and my family, as broken as it may seem, would be understood for better or for worse. From the perspective of Lestat's sister, Angelique, better known as Angel