I Am The Vampire Lestat
Name: Lestat de Lioncourt, of course.|Human Birth: Nov. 7, 1760| Birth Place: Auvergne, France| Birth into Darkness: 1780|Place of Transfiguration: Paris, France
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M!A Status: N/A
//I just found out that my best friend that I went to prom with committed suicide tonight… I probably won’t be on for a couple days….
“Zat is not good.” She shook her head, feeling sympathy towards the strange man, “I vill be ‘appy to show you are. If zat is okay vith you, of course.”
“I would be honored,” he replied, the devious grin still on his lips. He did know his way around Manhattan, seeing as how he’d been there more than he’d rather remember. However, being shown around by a lovely young woman may make the experience better.
“So,… I’m guessing you’re not from around here.” The girl looked around and at him again, tucking her hair back softly.
He shook his head. “non, I am not. But I would like to become a bit more acquainted with it,” he replied, taking a couple of steps nearer to her.
“last vampire i met, wanted to know the color of my blood,” Loki said, “will i have such a problem with you?”
Lestat laughed, “non, monsieur, I’ve already fed, so don’t worry about such a thing.”
“Zat I can do, you are in Manhattan, vhich is in New York.” She smiled sweetly at him, “Are you lost?”
“I believe that I am,” he replied, his sigh sounding slightly downtrodden, but of course, it was for show. “I will need a guide.”
Bri nodded and blushed, smiling softly. “I am glad.”
“As am I,” he purred, tilting his head at her.
“Vell monsieur, if I can not ‘elp you in a specific way, vhat can I do for you?” She asked softly.
“Could you tell me, perhaps, where I am?” he asked, smiling mischievously.
“Loki, the God of Mischief,” Loki announced, “you are?”
Lestat smirked, “Lestat de Lioncourt. The most charming vampire you shall ever meet,” he announced, putting his hands out.
“I’m Brianna. Brianna St. John.” The small brunette curtsied and rose slowly, looking up at the man with soft emerald eyes. “Pleasure to meet you.”
“Of course it is,” he replied, smirking. “I am Lestat de Lioncourt. It is quite charming to make your acquaintance.”
