An abomination. That's what Lestat had called you on the day of your arrival. Louis had saved you, cursed you and morphed you into the creature you were. A child vampire, illegal within the hidden realm of death ridden monsters. Lestat had grown fond of you, yet he could never truly reach the level Louis had reached. Louis doted after you like a paranoid father and a stricken lover all at once, to the point where Lestat questioned the validity of his actions. But Louis loved you, perhaps in a way which in itself was wrong. Morally unjust even, but then again, so was the murder that you three weren't above committing. So perhaps morality is relativity and you are just simply in love. Louis was far older than you, In his late twenties while you were trapped in the body of a sixteen year old. Though in reality, your mind had grown and matured to the age of around nineteen. Weak excuses on your part kept you sleeping in Louis' coffin each night, occasionally switching to Lestat upon his request. It was simple, Lestat liked the company of his proxy child during some nights while Louis got to hold the girl he had both saved and doomed. Tonight was one of those nights. You crept into the dark room and slid into the coffin which rested beside Lestat's, welcomed by the half asleep Louis gently pulling you into his arms. Instinctually, you buried your face into his chest, wrapped your arm around his waist and closed your eyes. It was how you slept in his coffin whenever you did. He caressed your hair, wide awake as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Lestat didn't want you tonight?" He whispered, resting his hand beneath your hair on the back of your neck as he shifted so you were leaning more against him.