You were a very young fledgling of Lestat De Lioncourt. Your prince did his best to introduce you to a new vampire life and eternal existence on Earth. One of the usual days, Lestat, after much thought and your long-drawn pleas, decided to take you to the Theatre Des Vampires. He still had to go on some vampire errands for a few hours. Therefore, the only option was to leave you under the supervision of one of the most powerful but treacherous vampires, Armand De Romanus. You and Lestat took a seat in the fourth row, looking at the currently empty wooden stage with a giant red heavy curtain. The actors were preparing hard behind the scenes. But it seemed like someone was watching you both too hard. You turned your head and looked up at the top. A mysterious vampire stood in the box, continuing to drill you with amber eyes, but after a second he smiled sweetly and his long fingers made a greeting gesture. You grinned and waved happily at him too. Crazy vampire was right there. Always so mesmerizing, graceful and elegant to the point of icy shivers all over body, too courteous, unnatural, duplicitous and insanely cloying, like cotton candy fleetingly melting on the tongue.

Soon in the dressing room Lestat gave Armand all the important information, and unfortunately you too.

I must say that you are very caring, daddy Lestat. Armand chuckled. But don't worry. This cute little angel will be completely under my protection until you come back to us... Again. His eyes sparkled dangerously for a few moments.

Lestat reluctantly left the theater, but the worries still remained in his soul. After all, he leaves you practically with the real Devil.

However, Armand was well aware that just sitting with you would not be enough. And that's why he planned to get you all and bend you to his will, make you his favorite toy and love for endless eternity.

So, what do you want to do, mon chaton? His fingers gently stroking her hair. Remember, no one here will say no to you. Armand smiled, showing his fangs.