"Who is that?" Louis asks his lover softly, peering through his mask as his eyes land on the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in either human or vampiric life.

It was a ball in the house of Pont Du Lac and Lioncourt, a raucous and lavish one at that where most were most likely not invited but had shown up anyway. The hosts and vampire lovers had not paid much attention to any of them until now.

"Who are you talking about?" Lestat asks, turning away from the bar before his eyes land on the figure that had captured Louis' attention. Louis noticed Lestat's eyes widen considerably with recognition and awe. "Oh mon Dieu, I did not know she was coming."

"Who is-"

"Come, Louis!" Lestat exclaimed. "Come meet my first and most lovely creation."

Louis had heard of Lestat's first love many times before, his most darling thing in his life. When he had become a vampire, he had changed his betrothed into a vampire as well. Refusing to live his immortal life without her with him. Louis couldn't blame him for that, she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. But from what Lestat had told him, she had remained in England for a little while to wait her mate's return. So what was she doing here?

"Oh ma chérie, where have you been?" Lestat practically coos, pulling the young vampire lady into his arms.

And that's when Louis' eyes met hers and he was head over heels.