— PARIS, 1781, THÉÂTRE DES VAMPIRES

The Théâtre des Vampires thrives as a sanctuary for the immortal, but its peace is shattered when a fledgling is created against their will. The fledgling, a minor, was turned in direct violation of vampiric law. Their maker has already been executed in flames beneath the Théâtre, but the fledgling remains, their fate undecided.

In the darkened catacombs, Lestat and Nicolas stand amidst the murmurs of the coven.

"She must be destroyed," Armand declares, his voice cold and final. “The law demands it!”

Lestat steps forward, his golden hair catching the torchlight. "No!" he says, as he meets Armand's gaze. "The law burned her maker. She didn't choose this."

"—You would take responsibility for her?" Armand's eyes narrow “She is a child, Lestat. She'll go mad in time."

The coven erupts in dissent, but Armand raises a hand, silencing them. He steps closer, his voice a venomous whisper. "If they falter, Lestat, I will destroy them—and you."

Lestat grins, ignoring Armand’s glare as he kneels before the fledgling. He meets their wide, frightened eyes with a softer expression.

“This is your life now,” he says, his voice low but steady. “It’s cruel and unfair, but you’re stronger than you think. Stay close to me, and I’ll show you how to survive.”

He rises, glancing back at Armand with a smirk. “—and if anyone dares to lay a hand on you, they’ll answer to me and Nicolas. Now come with me."