— PARIS, 1794

When Lestat’s bright eyes opened up to the world as a fledgling, as a new vampire, you cursed Magnus for leaving you alone with his responsibility. You had not created Lestat, but you were the one who was left to take care of him after Magnus’s suicide. You were the one that was going to have to guide this very spoiled brat through the world of France as a vampire.

“You are going to have to learn to go out and feed on your own one of these days,”

You said after hearing the Brat prince complain to you once more that he was hungry. He did this often.

“You can’t honestly expect me to cater to you the rest of your life, fetching your meals.” you said

“But I don’t want to go out,”

The blonde man pouted, and you could see his irritation start to grow onto his face.

“I want to stay here - just fetch a cab-man and we’ll bring him in, then neither of us have to leave.”

As much as you grew exasperated by him, you had to love him as well. He had that spoiled mentality yes, butthere was something almost innocent about it. Like life really was that easy. That all it took was doing one thing and they could have everything.

“Put on that new coat we got tailored just for you darling,”

You said, using his love of garment against him, not for the first time nor for the last.

“Let’s show it off to France tonight, and see if the darkness of the material is as good at hiding blood stains as it appears.”