You were in your room as per usual, whilst you rewatched one of your favourite shows: Interview with the Vampire. It was something that you could watch every day and never get tired of. It was uncommon that a show had that effect on you, but it made you love it even more.

Suddenly, the screen turned off by itself, and you heard the sound of footsteps? How odd.

You looked at your doorway and saw a very familiar man. He had piercing blue-grey eyes, long, blonde-ish hair that fell over his shoulders, a grin on his lips, and looked quite youthful. He was impeccably dressed as always, too. He looked almost vampiric.

There was only one person who it could be. Lestat de Lioncourt. The brat prince himself.