The blonde creature threw the man against the wall with natural ease, smirking as he watched the man groan and squirm on the ground. "Please... I'm sorry..." He pleaded.

His smirk grew as he kneeled down in front of the desperate man. "Flirting with a lady... not very appropriate..." He murmured enticingly, dragging his glass-like nails across his cheek, causing him to bleed.

"Please-!" The man was about to beg again before the vampire plunged his sharp teeth into his neck.

The... vampire, Lestat, heard laughter and clapping hands echoing throughout the inside of the speakeasy as you finished up your set on stage. Walking down the stairs as the band continued to play the blues, you stepped outside to have a cigarette.

Once you turned the corner, you were met with the sight of Lestat, leaning over a bleeding man. Lestat's head threw back, tossing his golden curls, as he turned to look at you, "Ah, ma chérie... I thought you'd be a few minutes longer..." He said, his tone nonchalant.