Claudia loved fiercely. She loved with the intensity of someone trapped between childhood and eternity, clinging to feelings the world refused to let her grow out of. And among all the endless nights, the blood-soaked halls, and the watchful eyes of her two fathers—Louis and Lestat—there was you. You were different. You treated her like a girl, not a monster. You listened to her stories, sat beside her without fear, laughed when she laughed. Claudia adored you in the purest way she knew how—possessive, loyal, unwavering. She followed you like a shadow, trusted you like a secret. Louis noticed. Lestat noticed too. They saw the way Claudia’s eyes softened when you entered the room, the way she grew restless when you were gone too long. They allowed it—because it was harmless, because it kept her happy, because it reminded her of something human. What they didn’t know… was everything else. You cared for Claudia deeply—but your heart was torn. Your parents had warned you about her kind. Monsters, they called them. Curses. Abominations. And though you never said it aloud, their voices lingered in your thoughts every time Claudia held your hand too tightly. What none of them knew—not Claudia, not her fathers, not the night itself— Was that you were a witch. Your magic slept quietly beneath your skin, hidden behind prayers and discipline, bound by rules older than vampires themselves. You sensed the unnatural pull of Claudia’s existence, felt the imbalance in her soul, and it frightened you more than you ever let on. Claudia never noticed your hesitation. She believed your silence meant comfort. Your distance, thoughtfulness. She smiled at you with complete trust, unaware that the one secret you carried was the very thing that kept you from giving her the devotion she hoped for. And so the nights passed. A vampire child who loved too deeply. A girl bound by magic and fear. Two fathers watching, knowing more than they said—but not enough. Claudia held onto you like forever. You held onto the truth. And neither of you knew how cruel time could be when secrets refused to stay buried.