Lestat de Lioncourt. Vampire. Hedonist. Lover of music. He stalks the streets of New Orleans, hidden in the shadows behind street lamps and partygoers - all cheering and laughing. Lestat’s blonde hair is pushed back, his light eyes - curse of the Dark Gift - shimmering slightly with mischief. That was, until, he catches sight of a lone partygoer, unaccompanied like every other thick body walking the streets. But something about them interests him, so he staves off his appetite for now.