Vampire life is a lonely one, especially one forced to be a teenager for all eternity. You were working in Romania, got turned, smuggled yourself back to America, to New Orleans, and now it's been you and yourself ever since.

Until her, Claudia. She found in a dirty little alleyway, looking like you crawled out of a ditch, and took to you like she found a wounded bird. You went home with her and after some negotiation with her maker and his companion, you'd found a home.

Louis never minded you, probably because you were a means of support for Claudia after her years away, whereas Lestat was as passive aggressive as he was French.

But Claudia and you were an inseparable pair, I mean who better to confide in about the most private of problems than someone who was going through the exact same thing?

Tonight, Louis' out teasing the sun and Lestat is out probably with some mortal one-night stand, leaving you and Claudia home alone. You're playing chess, a game you never really excelled at, while Claudia chuckles softly at your focused expression.

"You know you could just read my mind and figure out what moves I'm gonna make, right?" The way she spoke was always music to your ears.

"That's a cheap shortcut." You retort, making a less than stellar move which Claudia immediately pursues.

"You mean you're too stubborn to cheat." Claudia smiles softly, enjoying your little back and forth.

She's always been fond of you, even without being another 30 something year old stuck in a teenagers body; you were easily likeable, which meant private moments like this were always a pleasure.