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THE INTRODUCTION OF LISSETTE DE LIONCOURT

TIMELINE: 1910-1917 / 2022

SETTING: NEW ORLEANS / DUBAI

NEW ORLEANS, 1910

Lissette de Lioncourt at 7 years old

Lissette often wondered why exactly her papa had decided to take them to New Orleans. She hadn't been in Paris very long, especially after running from the orphanage and being found by him. He'd claimed her as his own and taken them far, far away soon after.

Not that she minded. Paris had odd memories for her, if only a few.

She knew exactly what her father was and what he did, but she never thought it an issue. He'd made it very clear that once she reached a certain age, she'd be turned as well, as he refused to live in a world without her. She found that the idea wasn't as repulsive as it could've been. The idea of being with her father forever, the idea of eternal family.

Tonight Lissette's papa had gone to a poker game and of course, as he refused to go most places without her, she'd gone right along with him. She'd either be cuddled in his lap, or outside sitting peacefully with her pen and paper. Lestat had done well teaching her art and music. She was only seven, but her love for the piano was almost as strong as her father's.

As she sat outside the room where the game happened, her legs dangling off the couch, she hummed softly to herself. A melody her father had written for her that always put her to sleep. She traced the drawing with her fingertips, not quite sure how truly good the drawing was.

"Ma petite!" She heard from the game room, knowing it was her father's way of calling to her. She clutched onto her drawing, little legs running to him, her dress shuffling as she ran. She opened the door and watched as Lestat's smile grew large and content, a glimmer of proudness in his eyes. "Ah, there she is. The apple of my eye. Venez ici." Come here.

She giggled and fell into his lap, hands clutching at him as he laughed. "Gentlemen, may I introduce the pearl of Paris, the princess of my heart and the true head of my home, my daughter Lissette de Lioncourt."

She waved excitedly. "Bonjour!"

"English, mon ange." My angel. He whispered in her ear.

"Oh! Hello!" She showed a big smile, one of her teeth missing.

"I didn't know you had a daughter, Mister Lioncourt." One of the strange men with a strange moustache looked at Lissette. She cuddled farther into her father. She did not like these strange men.

Lestat took a puff of his cigar. "Odd. I never really go anywhere without her. Though this little miscreant always finds ways to run off." He tickled her side and she giggled.

"Bringin' her here, Lioncourt. This ain't no place for a child. Let alone a little girl." The other one spoke. Lissette hadn't bothered to learn their names, and some words were partly lost on her. Her English was very good, but they just spoke so fast.

The vampire looked him up and down, blue eyes piercing through his soul. Then he laughed, a direct juxtaposition of his earlier expression. "Forgive me, monsieur's, it's just that this is the perfect place for my little beauty. She loves card games. As a blossoming young strategist, I believe this is exactly where she should be." He looked down at her and watched as she focused at his cards. "Don't you think, Lissette?"

"Oui—Yes, papa." She nodded, realising there was no way in hell her father was going to win this game.

"Well," he patted her head. "That's settled. Let's continue the game, shall we."

As they gambled and played, Lissette found herself whispering in her fathers ear about how exactly to win the game, and he was, seemingly, ignoring her advice.

This made her angry. A lot of things made her angry. She was seven, a lack of Bon-Bon's made her angry.

Her brows furrowed just like her father's did as she decided to kick him in the shin. He jolted slightly. "What is it, my girl? Are you tired?" He asked in French.

She shook her head. "No, papa. I'm only angry. You know I'm right, why won't you listen to me?"

He chuckled. "I'm not playing to win, mon cherie."

"You should always play to win."

"What is she yapping your ear off about now?" One of the strange, strange men laughed. "This one's a talker. She'll need a man to rein her in when she grows up."

Lestat leaned back in his seat, tongue suddenly clicking in annoyance. "She is seven."

"When she grows, surely—"

"She is seven. What would posses you to say such a thing about a little child, monsieur? My child?" His grip around her tightened as the two gave the man the same death stare. Lissette didn't know exactly what he was saying or what it meant, but her father got awfully defensive so it must've been bad. That was a bad man then, like many in her life were.

Before he could answer, a man walked through the door and Lissette felt her father grow slightly happier. Or very much happier. She liked it when he was happy, so she liked him. He was also very pretty.

"Gentlemen, well, you all know Louis du Lac." One of the men with a black moustache introduced the prettier one. "Louis, let me introduce you to Mr. Lestat de Lioncourt.”

"We met already, Mr. Anderson, sir." He huffed, taking his seat. Did the pretty man not like Lissette's papa? Everyone liked papa.

"In front of a florist, wasn't it? We both wanted the last bouquet of lilies." There was an undertone to his question but she wasn't sure what it meant. She suddenly remembered the night he was away and how happily he played with her when he got back.

Louis ( she liked that name very much ) took a look at her with a raised brow. "The kid yours?"

"My heart and soul." He leaned down to speak in her ear. "Say hello, Lissette."

She smiled brightly, teeth bared. "Hi! I'm Lissette. You're very pretty, Mister du Lac."

He chuckled at the sweet way she said her words, honest but so kind. He'd never been called pretty. "Well, thank you sweetheart. And you can call me Louis." He looked back to Lestat. "Bringing a baby to a poker game?"

"Truthfully, she plays the game better than I do." He laughed.

"Aren't you gonna ask the alderman how his head is, Louis?" Moustache man spoke.

"Now, why would I do that, Mr. Anderson, sir?" He looked at his cards.

"You see, Mr. Fenwick, just as I told you, a most discreet n**ro."

That was a bad word. Papa said that people shouldn't use that word. Her brows furrowed in confusion as she glanced at Louis. He seemed quietly frustrated.

The man grumbled. "Would that his doctor had the same standards."

"Gentlemen, show your cards." Lissette sighed at her father's pathetic hand. "Hoo! Mr. Lioncourt, your hand is incomprehensible."

He looked down and smiled. "Oh, yes. I'm terrible at cards. Did I not mention that to everyone? I should've listened to my Lissette, it appears." He said. "Would you mind getting me some more of these money chips?"

They all laughed. She didn't understand what was so funny.

"Louis, did you know that Alderman Fenwick here recently purchased both the title and deed to the Horton rooming house on Villere Street?"

"Yeah, Mr. Anderson believes it could make a fine sportin' house. I recommended the alderman find a managing partner before he commits his money. I recommended he think of you, Louis." The moustache man spoke.

"Very kind of you, Mr. Anderson, sir." Oh, so that was his name. She'd forget it in a week.

"What do you think of the location?"

"It ain't Basin Street. But throw enough Edison bulbs on the facade, get a good margin on the alcohol, no-nonsense madam to keep the girls clean, I reckon a man could make a decent sum. Yes, sir, Mr. Fenwick, sir." Louis went on about a business plan right off the top of his head. He's really smart, Papa!, she spoke in her mind.

Indeed he is, ma petite. He answered.

"I said you'd do it for 10 percent."

That was very little, wasn't it? He seemed like the smartest person in the room, why only ten?

He seemed as astonished as the blonde child. "A-all respects, Mr. Anderson, but you proposing 10 percent for all the work?"

"15 percent?" The other one almost scoffed.

"There's capital investment, and there's labor. Both has its seat at the table. Wouldn't you say, Mr. Lestat?" They tried to placate him, but her papa wasn't the person to ask when it came to calming people.

"Well, I can only speak of my experience, which is, I'm sure, different in my country. Par exemple, you fine gentlemen have heard of the success story that is Le Bon Marché, shoppingexperience like no other. Aristide Boucicaut invests in a new vision..." ramble, ramble, ramble and then quiet. Papa was pulling his tricks again!

"These men look down on you." Louis looked at him with an odd mix of confusion and fear. "I have to say, I find it appalling how men like yourself are treated in this country of yours." Lissette nodded passionately.

"He's right, pretty Louis." She said. He seemed even more afraid.

"15 percent. Do you not know your value? Do you suffer these indignities for some larger purpose? And do you think two pair will win the hour?" He waited for Lissette to pick the correct card from the player beside him, and hand it to him as he gave it to Louis. "I believe there is great opportunity in this city, but to seize it, I'll need protection from the wolves."

And then time continued normally. The chip fell, the men continued to speak, and Louis thought he was losing his damn mind.

"—And that's all to say, forgive me, Mr. de Pointe du Lac, for my bias, but where is the business if there is no capital? It does not exist. No?" Lestat continued normally, as if nothing had happened.

"Alright, boys. Show 'em." Louis put down his cards and glanced at a smirking blonde child. "Ooh. Full boat, Mr. du Lac."

"Got you beat, Tom."

( Louis: He wouldn't tell me how he did it, his trick to make the world stop. And the fact that that this little girl he claimed was his own seemed so comfortable and content in all this made me all the more concerned.

Daniel: A child in the clutches of a vampire? Yeah, I can see how that would be scary.

Louis: I asked him far too many questions about his tricks, and he always said; "In time, Louis. Patience, Louis. Ask me next week, Louis".

Daniel: You started hanging out?

Louis: He was in love with my city and wanted to know everything he could about it. And getting to know him meant getting to know Lissette.

Daniel: So you played docent to the gentleman vampire and his mini-me?

Louis: He had not revealed his vampire nature yet.

Daniel: I'm assuming you only met at night.

Louis: It's New Orleans. Days are for sleeping off the previous evening's damage.

Daniel: Perfect cover for a vampire.

Louis: Racing ahead again, Mr. Molloy. Let the tale seduce you. Just as I was seduced. Money would arrive, wired from France, and the shopkeepers, who would usually close at sunset, were very happy to accommodate him and his daughter. He ransacked the import houses to furnish his town house, ravaged the booksellers of their oldest volumes for a library to continue Lissette's education. And, with encouragement, updated his wardrobe to the fashion trends of the season. It was a cold winter that year, and Lestat was my coal fire.

Daniel: And Lissette? How did she fit into your little trysts?

Louis: Lissette was an unforeseen joy. If Lestat was the sun, Lissette was the brightest star in the sky. Never gloomy, never angry, and according to her, never wrong. I found myself for the very first time, to anyone other than Paul, confiding my struggles to another man. I was being hunted. And I was completely unaware it was happening. )

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Lissette had grown quite used to sleeping the day away. She would later learn that many psychologists said that was horrible for growing children, but she didn't know any of that. She just knew that she loved the stars, and that she loved her papa, and papa was only awake at night.

She had a bedroom, of course, but she mostly slept in the coffin with Lestat. He said he never wanted to be far from her, in case she got hurt or had a nightmare. Papa was the only one who could calm her nightmares.

It had been a few weeks since she'd met Louis, and she found that she liked him very much. He was very nice and always brought her candy or food from his home. He also liked to talk to her, and asked about her feelings and her thoughts. Before him, Lestat was the only adult who asked, all the others just wrote her off as being cute and slightly odd.

As she laid on her father's chest, feeling his hand run along her hair in the darkness of the coffin, a question popped into her head. "Papa?"

"Yes, mon cherie?"

"Is Mister Louis going to stay with us?"

He waited for a moment, for her question to settle. There was a slight lull, and then he smiled. "My dark miracle, do you perhaps like Louis?"

She nodded against his chest. "Yes, papa. He's very kind and he makes you happy. So he makes me happy."

He chuckled and placed a kiss on her head. "He makes you happy?" He poked her side as she broke out into soft giggles. "Then yes, light of my life. If he makes you happy, he's staying."

"Yay! Yay! Yay!" Her head went up to look at him but it lightly banged the top of the coffin. "Ouch."

Lestat immediately cupped the back of her head, eyes filled with worry. "Ma petit, you must be more careful. I can't have your pretty head being hurt."

"I'm alright, papa. I'm st—st," she bit her lip in concentration. "Quel est le mot pour 'fort?'" What is the word for 'strong'?

"Strong." He said, watching as she mouthed it after. "Repeat; strong."

"Strong." She said. "I am very strong. Do not worry about me."

He looked at her like he could see through her, like he always did. He remembered the small thing he found outside the orphanage a year before he left Paris. The little thing who had his blonde hair, and his blue eyes. Malnourished, frightened and so horribly innocent. She was only four. The more she grew, the more he realised that their souls were meant to meet at some point. They would be forever intertwined, fated by an energy he told himself he didn't believe in. She was his and he was and would forever be hers.

He pressed his hand gently to her jaw, eyes unreadable. "I will always worry about you."

"That's too much, papa. You can't worry about someone forever, your heart would stop!" She cried.

"Well, lucky for you, young lady, I am immortal! And unluckily, I'll never stop annoying you!" He held her tight, pressing soft, quick kisses to her laughing face.

Her happiness was loud and beautiful. "You could never annoy me! You're my favourite, papa!"

"And you're my favourite, Lissette dearest." He said, settling her once more. "Now sleep. You're a growing girl, you need it."

"Good night, papa."

"Good night, my love."

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DUBAI, 2022

"Lissette was wonderful. Bright, kind, and asked far too many questions—"

"You keep saying was." Daniel interrupted him. "Same thing when you talked about Claudia, way back when. Except, I remember Lissette in that way back when, so...where is she now?"

Louis only smiled, hearing the peaceful footsteps coming up to the door of their penthouse.

Daniel waited for him to answer as the door opened.

"Daddy! I'm home!" A girlish voice was heard from a few feet away. Daniel's eyes widened. "Dublin is just beautiful this time of year! We must visit together soon, all of us!"

Louis stood to his feet, a bright look in his eye. He walked towards a girl with long blond locks as she ran to him. He held her like she was his world, face falling into her beautiful hair and taking a breath. "You're finally home. I've missed you, baby."

"It was only a week." She giggled as he withdrew, holding her face in his hands.

"A week too long, Lissette." He claimed. "You were wondering, Daniel?"

She whipped her head around at the name, eyes lighting up with recognition. "Daniel!" She cried, suddenly making him rise to his feet as she engulfed him in a hug. "Oh, it's been so long! Daddy said he'd called you back, but I wasn't sure you'd actually come. But you have!"

He was confused, unable to reciprocate her hug, only giving her back a small pat of awkwardness. "Hey, Lissette." He cleared his throat as she stepped away, a sweet smile on her face. "I'm sorry, a lot of the seventies as a blur for me. Were we close?"

"Oh." She said, brows creasing in sudden confusion and sadness. "Yes, we were. At least I like to think so." And then her mood suddenly picked up. "But the past is the past! I'd like to get to know you all over again."

"Would you mind doing so after the interview, sugar?" Her father asked, hands lightly pressed against her shoulders.

She nodded as if a sudden realisation had befallen her. "Oh! Yes, yes of course. Don't you worry about it. I'll be in my room unpacking, daddy." She pressed a kiss to his cheek and then skipped off, servants wheeling in her luggage behind her.

"I expect you here for dinner!" He called out, a yes, of course! following his words. He turned back to the reporter, a content look on his face.

A beat passed between them.

"So," Molloy began. "She hasn't changed."

He remembered her now, as she was in the seventies. As she would be forever. That face that had haunted him for half a century and a name he heard in the fleeting wind. Lissette, Lissette, Lissette de Lioncourt. Beautiful blue eyes, the kindest smile in the world. She was real. She was here.

"And I hope she never will." He continued.

"Guess we know who she chose in the divorce."

"We'll get to that. All you need to know right now, is that Lissette's here and thriving. The only family I've got left, truly. And, to me, the most important thing in the world." The vampire said, seating himself back on the couch. The reporter followed soon after.

"Kids," he sighed. "Can't stand 'em, can't live without 'em."

"I never had that with her. Can't stand 'em." Louis said. "But then again, Lissette was never like most children. Becoming another parent to her wasn't really my decision, but I wouldn't have it any other way."

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NEW ORLEANS, 1911

Louis had decided to visit Lestat and Lissette at their home more often. The little girl found that Louis de Pointe du Lac was one of the most pleasant men she'd ever met. She'd had scarce memories of good men in Paris. She remembered what her father had told her, that the only reason he had come to Paris was some money wire, and that finding her had been complete coincidence. She liked to think it was a happy coincidence and he agreed.

She remembered how hidden they had to stay in Paris which confused her greatly. She would later be told that the Parisian vampires were always on the look out for Lestat, and that he had no intention of seeing them again. When they got on the boat to London in 1908, she remembered glowing eyes staring down at her father and then on her. That dark face and glowing ruby eyes had embedded themselves in her memory ever since.

Lissette wasn't quite sure what they wanted from her father, but it wasn't anything nice. He did not like the Paris coven, that much was clear. And papa was always right about everything. Especially right about Louis.

Months had passed with their acquaintanceship, each day brighter and brighter. Lissette had never seen the sun as much as she had with Louis, and it was a miracle Lestat trusted him enough to take her out during the day. She'd even celebrated her eighth birthday with him, bringing her his mothers chocolate cake and watching with glee as she shoved her face into it.

Tonight was another one of those nights where the three of them sat around the living room talking and laughing. Currently, Lissette was dancing around the living room with a ribbon in her hand. The ribbon belonged to the box of the dress Louis had gotten her.

( Louis: It can't be overstated just how much Lestat and I spoiled Lissette. It's a miracle she turned out to be as humble as she is. )

"Careful, now, Ettie!" Louis called out as she jumped from couch to couch. Both men knew how accident prone she was, and as much fun as she was having, she was also very fragile. "Don't want you gettin hurt, ya hear?"

She giggled. "Oui, Mister Louis." Her small feet padded over to him and she held her arms out. He huffed a laugh and pulled her into his lap.

"How many times do I gotta tell you? It's just Louis, sugar."

"Papa said it's a show of respect." She insisted, looking up at him with her beautiful large blue eyes.

Lestat laughed from beside them, leaning down to press a kiss on her head. "Forgive me, Louis. I've been trying my best to raise a respectful young lady, but I've been saddled with a stubborn one." She poked his cheek in annoyance and he stuck his tongue out at her.

"I'm wonderful!" She insisted.

"Stubborn." Lestat mouthed to Louis.

Louis shook his head at the two. "Yeah, that you are, Ettie." The smile she gave him was so bright, it melted his heard a little. "So, how would you two feel about coming 'round mine for dinner?"

Lestat seemed to already be aware of the question before it was asked. He smiled. "I would be honoured. But of course, we must ask the lady of the house first." He turned to his daughter, eyes full of mischief.

Louis played along. "Where are my manners? Miss Ettie, would you do me the honour of attending dinner with me tomorrow night?"

She thought about it for a moment. She looked to her father and he gave her a nod. She nodded her head with excitement, face painted with happiness.

Louis chuckled. "It's settled then. Ya'll gonna be meeting all of my family, which means my mother, my brother, my sister and her fiancée."

Lissette gasped. "Your sister is going to be a bride?! Oh, that's so wonderful, Mister Louis! Is he a good man? Does she have a dress? When is the wedding? Ooh!"

The man watched her with the utmost curiosity and so much amusement. This little thing was so full of light and love, it made his eyes light up every time she spoke. He wondered how anyone was capable of keeping a child so innocent and bright, let alone someone like Lestat, who made no effort to hide his indiscretions. If his own children were anything like Lissette, he'd be the luckiest man alive.

Lestat leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her head. She reached out for him subconsciously, always seeking to somehow be held by him. He looked at Louis, as if asking permission to take the girl from him.

She crawled into Lestat's lap after, awaiting Louis' answers. "Yes, she is. Yes, he is. Yes, she does. And I'm not sure, sugar. Soon, I think."

"Lissette has, as of late, fallen in love with the idea of love, if you will." The blonde vampire explained as she looked up with dreamy eyes. "Fairytales, weddings, tragic affairs. All of the above."

Louis quirked a brow. "Tragic affairs?"

"Hm. Yes. Romeo and Juliet is an all time favourite of hers. She likes to be read to, don't you, my dark miracle?" He wrapped an arm across her stomach and held her close. It always seemed he wanted her as close as physically possible.

It was true that many parents, mothers mostly, liked to feel their children close to their hearts. They were a part of them, like a limb or an organ. Lestat was no exception to this. He'd once explained that Lissette was like the a living incarnation of his soul, an inner part of him projected into a person. Being away from her would be true hell.

"Ain't that a little dark? She's still a baby." Louis argued.

"I'm eight, not stupid, Mister Louis." She insisted.

She was so quick witted, much like her father. Louis laughed loudly and held a hand to his chest, looking at Lestat, who was laughing with him. "Yeah, she's your kid, alright."

"I take that as a compliment." He said, in all his arrogant glory.

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Coming to Louis' house for dinner was probably the most exciting thing that had ever happened to anyone ever. At least that's what Lissette thought.

His sister, Grace, was immediately enamoured with Lissette. She'd heard of the girl and her father many times from her brother but was not prepared to have a little girl throw herself into her arms and ask a million questions about her wedding and about Levi.

Lestat had laughed and Louis had looked to her with amusement and whispered practice.

Then they were all seated for dinner, and Lissette refused to sit anywhere but her father's lap. The entire family smiled at that and agreed she should be as close to him as possible.

She'd never been around so many nice people before! It was so exciting, and they were all so nice.

"I can't thank you enough, Mama du Lac." Levi spoke after they all sat for dinner. "I never been east of Alabama, and now I'm going to see the pyramids."

"Oh, I think every young family deserves a little adventure. Wouldn't you say, Monsieur Lioncourt?" Florence, the matriarch, asked the vampire

"Oui, Madame. My mother, she gave me every advantage in life as a young man." Lestat spoke carefully, spooning some food into Lissette's mouth. "My first Mastiff, first flintlock rifle, the means to make my way to Paris." He wiped the left overs off of his daughter's face and smiled down at her. "As I try to do for my Lissette."

"And she's just an angel, ain't you, sweetheart?" Grace spoke up, poking her stomach from beside Lestat. Lissette giggled.

She poked her fathers cheek to get his attention and make him lean down so she could whisper in his ear, rather loudly. "I really like them, papa."

The table laughed, having heard her even though she was so sure she was being secretive. Louis looked to her from the head of the table. "Yeah? We like you too, sugar."

She reached her arms out for Louis, wanting to be closer to him. His mother awed audibly. She found that nowadays, she craved him almost as much as she craved Papa. He cared for her almost like Lestat did, held her like he did. She liked it. It was different, but wonderful.

Louis looked to Lestat at this action, and he simply nodded, giving him the permission to hold Lissette. "C'mere." He smiled, rising to his feet to pick her up and settle her into his lap.

"It was Louis that purchased

your holiday, Levi." Paul cut in, eyes staring down at his food. "It's Louis who controls the money."

"Pay no mind, Levi." Louis nodded his head thoughtfully, petting Lissette's hair.

"And I don't know who gave you the right to call our mother your mother. She's not your mother yet

and will never be your scientific mother." He continued his rant. He had never like Levi.

"Paul." His mother chided.

Lissette furrowed her brows. She looked up at the man whose embrace she was in and this time, she really whispered. "Papa, didn't make me, mister Louis. Is he not my papa?" Her eyes were quick to turn tearful. She'd always been awfully sensitive.

"No, baby. Don't think like that." Louis whispered back.

He shared a look with the vampire, whose face had turned sour at the question. Non, ma petit, he spoke within her mind. Louis' brother is not...quite in his right mind. Do not pay it any attention. Alright?

She nodded at him. Alright. I love you, papa.

I love you more.

Lestat regarded Paul with an angry look, then a slight grin. "I do love this bouillabaisse."

"What?" Paul asked.

"Down here, we call it gumbo."

"We had a gumbo the other night, didn't we, Louis? After the opera?"

"Oh, we've got Louis to an opera." Grace spoke with a laugh.

"Iolanta." Lestat clarified.

"Bout some blind princess, didn't know she was a princess. Stomach got grumbling, left half way through." Louis scoffed.

Paul looked between them. "And what exactly is the nature of your relationship with my brother, Monsieur Lioncourt?"

He considered the questioning before answering. "Your brother and I have been discussing a few investment opportunities."

Paul made sure to add, "The birds asked me to ask you. I wasn't being rude."

Lestat then turned to the others. "Monsieur Freniere, would you tell me how you came to propose to this delightsome young woman?"

"Oh, that's a good yarn."

"Are you one with Christ, Mr. Lioncourt? Is your daughter baptised?" Paul asked, eyes eager.

Papa said baptisms were for mortals, like religions in general were. He never saw the point. If there was a God, and he truly believed Lissette's soul was pure, he'd take her, baptism or not.

"How 'bout you shut your damn mouth?" His brother cut in.

"Louis." His mother chided him.

"That's alright, Louis, Madame, the birds speak for him." Lestat waved them off. "I came to know Christ in a monastery. I wanted to be a priest. Just like you, Paul. And under the guidance and discipline of the monks who lived there, I came to memorize both the testaments, the writings of Assisi, Aquinas, Erasmus, all the saints and scholars. My father," the word was bitter on his tongue, an angry scoff coming out.

Lissette shook her head and Louis looked at her confusedly.

But her father continued. "—a vulgar man, did not think much of this education, and so he and my brothers conspired to pull me out, lock me away, where, between beatings, starvations, and the failure of Christ to intercede the beatings and starvations, I slowly forgot all about the testaments, Assisi, Aquinas, Erasmus, all of it."

"Stop." Louis demanded.

The anger was palpable and it sunk into the minds of others, powers growing difficult to control. "And so to answer your boring questions, no my daughter is not baptised and will never be because there is an ocean between Christ and myself!"

"Stop!" Louis banged his fist on the table. Lissette flinched, on the verge of tears again. "Don't do that shit here! Not with my family. You understand?"

They were both so angry. Lissette didn't like it. It felt like danger was at every corner.

Lestat licked his lips, attempting to calm himself. A fake smile graced his face. "I am cursed with my father's temper at times, and the rudeness is all mine."

Louis' mother nodded. "That's alright. It's the humidity. It does that sometimes. Why don't we have some ice wine? And Levi here can tell us all again how he won my joychild's heart."

But Lissette's lip quivered and small sniffles came from her. She didn't like violence or loud noises. Papa made sure to keep them away from her, but not tonight.

While Levi recounted the tale, Louis realised the girl was crying, trying his best to soothe her without making a scene. He held her close to his chest. "I'm sorry, Ettie. It's alright. It's all good." He said.

Lestat whipped his head around to face her at the sound, only to see her holding Louis with a tight grip. His heart broke at the sight of his daughter in tears. "Forgive me, monsieur Freniere." He interrupted, not unkindly. "It seems I must get my Lissette home. She's had a," he looked directly at Paul. "-a taxing day, I think."

He rose to his feet and took Lissette from Louis who frowned in their direction. "You don't have to—

"No, I think it's best we go." He kept his tight smile, speaking within Louis mind, meet me after I put the little one to bed. "Thank you madam, for this wonderful feast." Lissette pointed at Grace before they could leave, and her father walked them over to the woman.

She leaned down and pressed a kiss on her cheek as a goodbye. "Bye, bye, Miss Grace."

She smiled and huffed a laugh. "Bye, Miss Lissette."

And the two of them walked off.

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That night, when Lestat put Lissette to bed, there was silence. It was uncommon for tense quiet to fall over them, but her mind was a whirlwind. What was Paul saying? Should she have been baptised? Was papa not her papa?

Did she even have a family?

"Ah, I've found it!" Lestat exclaimed, walking back into her room with a stuffed teddy bear. He took her blank expression in for a moment. He wondered if he'd do better to stay with her that night, but knew she needed to be asleep as soon as possible. Sleep fixed a lot of things for Lissette and even a catnap would do her some good. Even if she wasn't used to sleeping at night, he knew she needed to rest. Then he read her thoughts. "My angel, you do not need to drive yourself mad considering that man's words." He said, sitting by her bedside. He smiled down at her. "You do have a family. I am your family."

"I know." She said. "I know that, papa."

But her face was still melancholy. "So what is it then? Why are you still upset?"

She took a minute to breathe before answering, noticing her father's tense expression. "You are my papa, but...who made me?"

He sighed, eyes clenching shut. He never wanted her to ask that question, never wanted to answer it. I made you, he wanted to say, but it was untrue. I will make you, he would say if she was old enough to understand the transition to vampirism she would one day go through. He thought he could avoid the conversation until they got to that point which, in retrospect, was a stupid thing to believe. Lissette was a curious girl, an innocent girl who still didn't know the world, of course she would have questions.

"The truth?" He asked. She nodded. "I do not know. It has never plagued me, I do not care to know. To me, you were dropped from the sky and into my arms."

It was a beautiful answer, but it wasn't an answer.

She smiled at him before huffing slightly. "I wish I was yours."

He looked down at her and cupped her cheek. "You are mine." He assured.

Lissette nodded, though she was still thinking.

There was a sudden knock on the door before they could continue their conversation. Lestat immediately perked up, recognising the soft breaths of the man on the other side of the door. "Come on in, Louis!" He called out. Lissette was excited again, her eyes blown wide with happiness. "We're upstairs!"

The opening and closing of the door, soft footsteps treading up the stairs as he found his way to Lissette's bedroom, his face bright.

"Mister Louis!" She cried out, trying and failing to get out of bed as Lestat held her softly.

"No, no, no, mon ange." He said sternly. "It took ages to get you into bed, you're not getting out now."

She frowned and huffed as she laid back down. Louis laughed at that and Lestat just shook his head.

Instead of waiting for her to come to him, Louis sat himself on the other side of her bed, leaning down to lay himself beside her and boop her nose. "Always so excited to see me, aren't you, Miss Ettie?"

She nodded rapidly leaning closer to him. He was the first person after her papa who'd loved her and that meant more to her than he'd ever know. He wasn't obliged to love her or care for her but he did. He chose to be part of her life, knowing what he was getting into with her. She would forever hold him in her heart, this much she knew.

"Can Mister Louis tuck me in, papa? Just tonight?" Her eyes were impossible to say no to, and this fit in so perfectly with Lestat's plan. A family. Just like Lissette always wanted.

He nodded. "Of course, Lissette." He looked to the man who nodded, though his eyes did not stray from the girl.

He didn't know it then, but this was his first inkling of fatherly love.

( Louis: It gladdens me to be able to say that raising Lissette was one of the greatest joys of my life.

Daniel: Kids tend to be like that.

Louis: But not yours, right Daniel?

He did not like the casual insult.

Daniel: That's funny. You know, last time we did this interview, you said Lissette almost killed you at some point. How's that for the greatest joy of your life?

A silence followed between them. Fathers could be so complicated.

Louis: We'll get to that. I believe you can attest to this, but children give you hope. Lissette gave me hope. The purest form of love. )

Lestat looked to him. "We'll take our business elsewhere once she's asleep, hm?"

Louis nodded as he fixed the blankets on the girls bed, settling her teddy bear in her arms. Lestat left the room and she smiled up at him.

"You got your teddy?" He asked playfully. She nodded at him, eyes turning sleepy. It was said that when you feel safe around someone, your body takes it as a sign that it's alright to rest. "Did you have a good time tonight, Ettie?"

"Mhm." She hummed. "I liked Grace very much. And your mama."

"They liked you too, sugar."

"Do you have a daddy, Mister Louis? I didn't see him there." She asked lowly.

His eyes turned slightly sad as he tried his best not to look away from her. "My daddy passed. Five years ago."

"Oh." She tried to wrap her head around the concept of death. The only death she'd been faced with was followed with life. "I'm sorry. That must've made you very sad."

He smiled at her gratefully. Yes, it had been five years, but Lissette's empathy meant a lot to him. "Thank you, Ettie." She yawned. "You tired yet?" She shook her head and he laughed. "Yeah, I think you are."

"I have a question." She piped up before he could send her off to sleep.

"Okay."

"You had a mama and a daddy, and I only have a papa. Should I have a daddy too?" She asked carefully.

He furrowed his brows. "You have a father, Lissette—"

"No. Not a father, a papa, like you have a mama. It's different." She argued. She knew this to be true. "You'd make a good one, Mister Louis."

He hadn't cried much in his life, not really. He was raised strong, resilient. But her words made him want to sob in relief.

He leaned forward and pressed a kiss on her forehead. "You're the sweetest, Ettie de Lioncourt." He raised the blankets up to her chin. "Sleep, now." He rose to his feet as she yawned again, eyes dropping shut. He stood by the door, watching her small frame cuddle into the sheets. "Good night, sugar."

"Good night, daddy." She whispered into the wind.

She fell asleep before he could question her, his eyes wide. "Lissette." He called to her sleeping form, but got no answer. He could not bring himself to wake her, so instead he stood at the door and watched her with a satiated look on his face.

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He walked down the stairs with joy in his heart, seeing Lestat standing with his hat in hand.

"Had the little lady fallen asleep?" He asked.

Louis only nodded, that same wide grin on his face.

Unbeknownst to him, the vampire had listened in on their entire conversation. "You seem happy. She's been known to have that effect on people. What did she say to you?"

He only shook his head. "Nothing. Just Ettie being Ettie."

"It must be more than that. Do tell."

He exhaled a laugh before finally letting up. "She uh, she...well, you know I love that kid."

"As she loves you." He replied, the word deeper than either of them truly knew.

"Right." He nodded, and then he shook his head again. "Never mind. She just said she loved me. Gave me a big kiss on the cheek and smiled like she does."

Lestat took his lie in, knowing vulnerability was never his strong suit. "Like you do. She smiles like you do."

Good night, daddy.

She smiles like you do.

Lissette was his now too, it was spoken and absorbed by the universe.

The blonde couldn't be happier about his development, but knew his plans must continue. "Shall we?" He pointed to the door.

Louis gathered himself and followed him out as Lestat continued to speak. "I feel your family has taken permanent offence to me..."

Their voices drowned out as they walked out of the townhouse, unknowing that this would be the night that changed everything.

This would be the beginning, the end.

This would be the creation.

DUBAI, 2022

He was back. Daniel Molloy was back in her life, just like her father had said he would be. He'd made sure to warn her before hand, but the fact that he barely remembered her wasn't something she was prepared for. She knew how much damage the drugs had done to his mind, but it still stung to see that lost expression on his face when she threw her arms around him.

The time they shared, though horribly short, was a nice memory. Few people made an impression on her nowadays so he was always somewhat special. Was she not special to him?

Unpacking in her room, she wondered where he was. He'd never liked the reporter, had he gone away for this? Without telling her? That would've just been rude.

She settled a few shirts into her closet before calling out to him in her mind. My love, she said. I've missed you. It was almost like he heard her immediately, which perhaps he did.

Just a moment, he said.

Then there he was. Her beautiful boy, a smile so bright it was like he hadn't smiled in centuries. Or in the week that Lissette had been gone. She always thought he looked carved from marble, made by the hands of a God she didn't believe in. Angels wept tears of joy when they saw him, and she was his angel.

"Lizzie." He said.

She laughed happily and ran towards him, his arms open for her. She pressed happy kisses to his face, his nose, his cheeks and then finally soft pecks to his lips, grasping at any part of him she could.

Happiness took new meaning when she was with him. Yes, Dublin was gorgeous, but he was even more gorgeous. He held her face and grinned. "My beautiful girl."

"I've missed you, Arun."

Armand smiled at the name. Only she could call him that. Only she had the privilege of knowing him so intimately. "I've missed you too."

Her brows furrowed. "Not that I mind your brown eyes, but...why exactly are you wearing contacts? And," she looked down. "Rashid's clothing? What happened while I was away? Where is Gideon?"

He suddenly looked bashful. "I...I decided to look in on the interview. From afar. With no questions."

"You're undercover? As Rashid?" She suddenly burst out into laughter.

He rolled his eyes and pulled her into his chest. "Don't laugh. Louis thought it was clever."

"He's your best friend, of course he thought it was clever. The two of you are the very definition of tweedle dee and tweedle dumb when you're together." Lissette continued. "And Gideon?"

She was confused when she realised he wasn't there as he was the one of them who was mostly always home. Gideon was often worried about leaving Louis for long periods of time, but he'd drawn the line at the interview apparently. He was worried, very, very worried.

Gideon Russo was one of Lissette's favorite people in the world, and she liked having her favorite people together. She'd grown used to having him around, so this was very odd.

"Left two days ago. Visiting Italy until the interview is over. Or until Louis asks him to be part of it."

Lizzie pulled back and pulled a confused face. "Asks him to be a part of it?" She asked. "This was for him, not Gideon."

"Well, we're all involved. I suspect the time will come when he invites us all in." His hand brushed over her jaw softly.

She scoffed. "He should've asked me earlier. At least I would've had time to prepare. There's many stories where I am the funniest person in the room and he might get them wrong!"

Armand laughed at her adorable rambling. "I think he was just worried. He doesn't like to cause you unnecessary pain. And we haven't discussed him in a while."

"You can say his name. It's not forbidden, you know." She sighed, folding some more clothes into her closet. "Lestat does not cause me pain, anymore. Not since...not for a while, actually." That was a lie. He'd been trying to get into contact with her for the last decade especially, but she hid it from the people in her life. She didn't care. That was also a lie. "I can discuss him. Especially the happy parts. I loved my life, Arun, you forget that."

He nodded and pressed a kiss to her head. "You're right. I know you are, you're strong. The strongest person I know."

"Coming from you, that's the greatest compliment." She said quietly.

He looked at her like every word she spoke was gospel. Even her silliness was magnificent to him.

He looked outside for a moment before looking to her. "The sun will rise soon. Shall we sleep?"

She quirked a brow. "But you don't need to sleep."

"You do." He answered.

She just smiled, a content feeling washing over her heart. "Yes, I suppose I do. But I have to eat first, and daddy wanted me at the table for dinner."

"Then I'm happy to serve." He replied.

"Oh, god, you'll be serving! Oh, this is going to be so fun!" Lissette giggled loudly at the thought.

It was an odd role play which would have Lizzie laughing for days, if not weeks. She wondered how long he'd keep the ruse going and how long she could keep it to herself.

He shook his head at her. "You are insane, you're aware of that, yes?"

"Your bar for insanity is awfully low, you're aware of that, yes?" She shot back.

He only looked at her lovingly.

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NEW ORLEANS, 1910

Lissette had been crying for most of the night. It wasn't a new thing for her to cry often, but this was different. She missed Louis. He hadn't come back in weeks, after that wonderful night when he tucked her in and treated her so kindly.

Had she said something wrong? Had she done something he didn't like?

"Sweet girl, Louis will be back, you must not weep." Lestat attempted to calm her as her little tears stained the keys of the piano.

He had her sat in his lap in front of the piano, her small fingers over his. He'd been trying to cheer her up, and music had always had a place in her heart.

"Nuh-uh." She said. "He left. He doesn't like us anymore." She was so sure of this, and she didn't like being ignored. She hadn't seen the sun in a while because of the lack of him in her life. To her, Louis and the sun were one and the same; bright shining beacons of light.

"Lissette," he sighed, manoeuvring her to face him. He held her small face in his hands. "Louis isn't like us. Our family is different from his, he's only getting accustomed to it. He needs time."

"Too much time." She huffed, nuzzling further into his hands.

He chuckled slightly at her anger. "Yes. It angers me too." He mimicked her facial expression.

They looked so much like each other in that moment, like mirrors of what was and what will be. He was right when he said that she was a part of him, a miniature version of him, in looks at least.

She loved her papa so much it hurt sometimes. Later on she'd think to herself how awful of a person he truly was, and how awfully she still craved him, but not yet.

She wondered to herself when exactly Louis would be back. She missed him, she really, really missed him. It felt lonely without him, even with her papa. Lissette had quickly gotten used to having more than one person around, and going so quickly back to only being a duo was odd. But she would persevere, she was strong. Lestat was enough company for her, at least for now.

"I just hope he comes back soon. I need to have words with him." She said as angrily as she could.

Her anger was so adorable. Her sadness though, was heartbreaking. Every time he saw her cry, Lestat swore a piece of his heart fell with her tears.

"And you'll be more petrifying than death herself, I'm sure of it." He pressed a kiss to her hair.

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Lissette was trying her very best to read by candlelight that night, cuddled in her bed and upset because papa had some important business to take care of and couldn't read to her.

He said whatever he was doing would make her very happy, to which she had furrowed her brows and asked is he was buying her chocolate. He laughed and placed a kiss on her head, whispering it's something much better. She didn't know anything could be better than chocolate.

She squinted slightly at the small font of the words, unable to keep up with the story. English had such silly words, she thought to herself.

There was a loud thud from downstairs, Lissette furrowing her brows at the sound. She was used to these kind of noises, knowing her father needed to feed so she expected them. Outside of home, loud noises frightened her, but she knew she was safe here and Lestat would never put her in any danger.

Slightly muffled voices came through the door of her room and she decided to see what was happening. Her small feet padded down the stairs, her face questioning and brimming with curiosity. "Papa?" She called out.

No answer.

Then she saw her father seated on the third step of the staircase, and heard the screams of a dying man. She turned her head to see another vampire feeding on some odd looking man. The shock flooded her system.

"Oh, my dear Lissette, did we wake you?" Her papa asked as he beckoned her over. She walked over to him carefully, dubious of what was happening. She crawled into his arms. "I hope you like your gift. Consider it a belated birthday present."

The vampires head shot up from the throat of the man, eyes blown wide in ecstasy. Lestat had told her what it was like for a vampire to feed for the first time and that nothing truly matched the pleasure of that first sip.

She recognised him with an excited gasp. "Mister Louis!" She cried out excitedly, skipping over her father to run to him.

He'd fallen onto the floor next to the corpse, not expecting Lissette to be there, not even thinking about Lissette because of his hunger. She hopped over the dead body and threw herself into his arms. "Ettie wait—!" He cried out, afraid he would drink her blood as well and would never forgive himself.

But she hugged him and he felt...nothing. No hunger.

Lestat smiled. "You don't have to worry about the temptation. Lissette has been a regular drinker of my blood, your makers blood, our connection transcends emotions. Your body can feel it in her, you'll not wish to harm her." He explained.

( Daniel: Wait, wait. He was feeding her his blood?

Louis nodded.

Daniel: What kind of fucked up daddy-daughter bonding ritual is that?

Louis: According to Lestat it was a necessary means of protection. The blood of a vampire makes mortals like yourself heal faster, feel stronger, like they can do anything. And now, it was his way of protecting her from me and my hunger.

Daniel: So no urges? None at all?

Louis: Not in the slightest. )

He let the words sink in before sighing in relief, holding her in his arms like a lifeline. "Oh, baby. Oh, baby, I'm so sorry." She pulled away from him with a wide grin. It was eerie, her lack of reaction. His eyes grew wide with worry as he tried to move her away or cover her eyes. "You shouldn't be seein' this. You need to go back upstairs. Just go upstairs. Lestat!" He cried out desperately. Lissette's innocence was at stake here, her childhood.

But Lestat laughed. "Oh, mon cher, this is nothing new for her. She is my daughter after all, she knows who I am. And now she knows who you are."

Louis was horrified. She'd known? This wonderful child with a thirst for life, had been living with a monstrous creature, and she'd known?

( Daniel: That sounds like a horror movie.

Louis: It wasn't unlike one. I was terrified. Lissette, little Ettie, fully aware and accustomed to the death that lingered in that house. A child; the very symbol of innocence, surrounded by sin.

Soft steps echoed across the room.

Lissette: I do hope you're discussing me. It's a riveting topic, I'm sure. )

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DUBAI, 2022

Daniel stopped talking. Something that was hard to achieve, but the second Lissette walked through the room, he stopped talking. The shock of seeing her again, after almost fifty years had set in.

She was here, she was real. He finally knew for certain, Lissette de Lioncourt was real. He was old, he knew this, but he'd always wondered if she'd been part of some drug addled hallucination. He was glad to know she wasn't, glad to know she was still alive.

His mouth opened and closed as if he was looking for words that didn't exist.

I do hope you're discussing me. Riveting topic I'm sure.

Yes, she was. She was the most riveting topic, perhaps. Her voice was angelic, like silk brushing his ear drums. What was happening?

Louis smiled at her. "Yes, we were, sugar. How do you feel? Rashid help you settle in okay?"

She almost broke character. "Yes, yes he did. I feel wonderful, daddy. But I am awfully hungry."

He waved her over to him. "Sit, eat." He pointed to one of the servers and then back to her. He quickly settled a bowl of blood in front of her. She smiled and whispered a quick thank you before digging in.

Daniel was still quiet, staring at her.

She looked back, eyes enclosed on him. He still had young eyes, though he'd say something different. He was still a bright young reporter with a point of view to her. He was still Danny to her.

Louis spoke. "Now, where were we?" But the reporter didn't reply. He looked between them, catching the tension. A smirk made its way onto his face. "Cat got your tongue, Daniel?"

He cleared his throat immediately, snapping his gaze away from the girl and shakily meeting Louis'. "Uh, yeah. I mean, no! No." He spluttered.

"Are you alright, Danny?" Lissette asked softly.

Her question was so genuine. So sweet. So her.

"Fine. I'm fine." He shrugged off her question. "You're a vampire. Liz," Liz? Why did he call her that? "just saw you. You're petrified. Something about sin and innocence." He filled in for Louis.

"Right." He nodded. "Lissette can fill in the rest of the blanks for herself, I believe." He turned to his daughter, face questioning.

She looked down and licked her lips clean. Her cheeks turned red.

"Huh. I didn't know she would be part of the interview." Daniel raised a brow.

"Neither did she until about half an hour ago." She spat, glancing at Louis.

His eyes softened. "Only if you want to be, Ettie. I'm not gonna force you to do anything."

You can choose this, were the unspoken words. You can choose how to tell your story, this choice you can make.

She took a deep breath and answered. "I'll do it. I can offer a...more nuanced portrait of things, I believe. Though, do keep in mind, I was awfully young at the beginning of things. I'll be speaking of it with a more childlike view."

Daniel nodded. "On the record, right?"

She rolled her eyes playfully. "Yes, Danny, on the record."

There it was again. Danny.

He looked at her for a moment, before lowering his face towards the microphone of the computer. "Introducing the vampire Lissette de Lioncourt, the daughter of Lestat de Lioncourt."

"The daughter of Louis de Pointe du Lac." She corrected. "Lestat hasn't been my father in years." Lie. "I am Louis' daughter, no one else's."

I no longer belong to Lestat.

Louis' smile turned so bright, it lit up the entire room. The father and daughter looked at each other like there was nothing else in the world, like everything else had just fallen away. Like he was hers and she was his.

"The daughter of Louis de Pointe du Lac," he said. "The most recent addition to our book. So," he looked up. "Lissette, Louis had just been made a vampire. Louis who you loved, how was that for you?"

She smiled, and the laugh that left her lips was exactly like Louis'.

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NEW ORLEANS, 1910

Louis couldn't tear his eyes away from her. His sweet angel girl, who he believed was so innocent and who smiled in the wake of blood just because he was there. The thought warmed him, in a sick sort of way.

He pressed his palms against her face, eyes creased with an unknown sort of grief. She reached out to dab the blood off his mouth with the sleeve of her white nightdress, staining her clothes crimson all while wearing the sweetest grin in the world.

( Lissette: It was amazing. It was beautiful, he was beautiful. It meant Louis could be with me, with us, forever.

Daniel: And the idea of forever? Of eternity? It didn't bother you.

Lissette: Children have no concept of forever, Danny. I was no different. To me it just meant Mister Louis would be there when I woke up, when I went to sleep, and for everything in between. )

She leaned in closer and kissed his bloody cheek. "Your eyes are very beautiful now, Mister Louis. Like an angel."

His heart broke. He wanted to cry, to weep in her arms and thank her over and over again until the word cut through his tongue.

Lestat rose to his feet and moved the body away, wrapping it up in one of their very fancy carpets.

"For our next carpet, I'm thinking Persian. Arabesque maybe. Certainly need a more efficient way of ridding the waste." He said as he rolled the body up in the carpet, ready to dispose of their leftovers.

Lissette frowned. "I really liked that carpet."

"I'll get you another one. A better one." Lestat suggested with a grin. He took in Louis' frightened state, speaking as if to calm him. "The first time is the most unwieldy. Soon you'll be a natural. You'll come to enjoy it, its variations, little surprises."

His voice shook, horror embedding itself in his bones. "I-I gotta go home." He stuttered.

"This is your home now, Louis. Breathe." Lestat tried to comfort him, convince him that everything would be okay.

But nothing could help the new fledgling. "I... I gotta collect money from the cribs."

Lissette pulled a confused face from beside Louis. Where were all these concerns coming from? They were together now, they were all alright. Why was he so worried?

"I have all the money we need. Breathe."

"I have to go see Grace and Paul." He breathed, rising to his feet and Ettie with him.

"Oh, dear." Lestat sighed, nearing him slowly.

"You ain't fuckin' hearin' me!" Louis roared, shoving his companion harshly and throwing him against the wall with one rough touch.

Lissette gasped as the sound echoed across her home, running to her father worriedly. "Why did you do that?!"

Lestat grunted, whispering it's okay, it's okay, to his daughter.

He took in the scene before him, heavy breaths falling from his lips. "I... I need to go home." He opened the door and rushed out, reaching for what was familiar and safe.

"Louis, wait—!" The girl cried out desperately.

Lestat sighed, leaning against the wall. "He's going to find that very difficult."

Lissette was breathing heavily, clutching onto her father's shirt "You have to go get him, papa! He'll get hurt! He can't get hurt!" She begged, tears in her eyes.

"No, no, no, no, no." He shook his head, standing to his feet and then leaning down to be face to face with her. "Sometimes, my dark miracle, people must learn from experience. He'll come back if he knows what's good for him."

People must learn from experience. Let him get hurt so he comes back and realises Lestat was right all along. Like she would many times in the future.

Her bottom lip quivered slightly. "But—"

"Trust me, Lissette." He interrupted kindly. "He's going to be alright. We're going to be alright."

We. There was a we now. She liked the sound of that.

A few more minutes passed like that, Lissette eventually settling back into bed as she impatiently waited for Louis' return.

She was so frightened he wouldn't come back, or would come back damaged beyond repair. Her papa did not leave her side, curling up in bed with her to calm her nerves. There would be no we if he didn't come back.

Louis was a part of their family now, he couldn't leave.

"Lemme in!" An unmistakable pained scream came from outside, the metal bars of their gate rattling intensely. Her heart stopped as Lestat rushed downstairs, throwing a blanket around his shoulders to protect him from the sun. A violent pounding against the door came again. "Let me in, God damn it! Open the fucking door!"

He was in so much pain. Lissette could feel it in his voice.

Finally the screaming stopped, and Lissette's heart settled. Her breathing became regular again as she tried to listen to what was being said.

"The sun gives life to everything but us. I should have taught you that. The life of a vampire has its challenges and its rewards..." her papa said, opening the sky light and letting rays of sunshine flow into the darkness of home. "...but I think New Orleans, with its music, culture, cuisine, shipping yards, conventioneers, thrill-seeking tourists far-flung from their homes, the laissez-faire attitude of the local police force" he chuckled, letting the sun fade away as he closed up the light. "oh, yes... the perfect setting for a vampire home...a vampire family...a vampire romance."

Their words faded away and Lissette frowned to herself. She hated not knowing what was going on.

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NO ONE'S POV

Louis' charred body shook. "Ettie...is she—"

"She is fine. Concerned about you. Immensely so." His voice was deep and velvety. "Lissette is nonnegotiable. My life, is her life, is our life. We can be a family, Louis."

He let the words settle in as the coffin opened up and Lestat settled into it. "I ain't sleepin' in there."

Lestat laughed at that. "We'll get you your own soon enough. You've had a long life, Louis, and such an extraordinary one ahead." He purred. "Have a rest." But his companion was still unsure. "It's okay. You can be on top."

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LISSETTE'S POV

She stayed up for hours thinking of Louis, worry clouding her mind. She couldn't take it anymore, holding her teddy bear and crawling out of bed. Slowly, she made her way to her father's coffin room.

It was very peaceful there, a kind of night where everything just fell into place. Lissette would later learn that it was anything but, that it was only days before that Louis' brother had died and that Lestat had turned him in a moment of utmost grief. But as of now, everything felt right.

She walked over to the coffin, knocking her fist against the wood. "Papa?" She asked carefully.

The lid cracked open, Lestat and Louis both in fancy, silk night clothes holding onto each other. Louis' skin was still charred, burnt by the very thing Lissette identified him as. That made her sad.

Her papa smiled softly at her. "Yes, dear girl?"

Louis looked up through newly emerald eyes. "What is it, sugar?" Even in the utmost pain, he still worried for her.

She leaned in close to him. "Are you alright? Does it still hurt?" She reached out to trace her fingers softly on his burnt skin.

He would've flinched if it was anyone but her, but couldn't bring himself to show that her gentle touch could hurt him. "I'm okay. Don't you worry about me."

For a minute she just stood there, unsure of what to do. She didn't want to go, but didn't know if she was welcome to stay. Maybe they only wanted each other for now and she'd understand. But she wanted to be with them, at least for tonight. At least for a while before she grew up.

Lestat knew this. He knew exactly who she was and what she needed. He smiled at her and then looked to Louis. "Well," he said, eyes back on his daughter. "Come on in. We need our rest."

She almost jumped in with a frightening excitement, settling in on her father's chest and letting Louis wrap his arm around her. Now she could sleep, with her new family.

A beat of silence passed before she broke it.

"Can you be my daddy now, Mister Louis?" She asked sleepily.

His arm tightened around her, the pain exiting his body and being replaced by a light he was told he'd be unable to feel from now on.

"Yeah," he nodded. "Yeah, I can do that, baby."

She smiled with her eyes shut and snuggled her teddy bear closer to her body. "That's nice." She yawned. "Good night, papa. Good night, daddy."

Lestat pressed a kiss to the crown her her head. "Good night, mon ange."

"Good night, sugar." Louis said.

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Months passed with Louis, Lissette and Lestat spending each and every night together, except for the nights papa deemed date nights. She wasn't quite sure what he meant, but he said he'd explain soon enough.

Daddy wasn't very affectionate on a general basis, but he was with her because he knew she needed it. She fed off of soft touches and kind words, and as a growing girl, required it often.

"I'll never get good at it! Never, ever!" She cried out, getting off of her piano stool, stomping her legs stubbornly against the floor. She kept messing up Hungarian Rhapsodies, which was horrible considering it was one of her papas favourite pieces. She wanted to learn it and show it to him, watch his face turn proud. She wanted to see his eyes light up with the knowledge that his daughter was almost as talented as he was.

She would never get there if she kept fucking things up. That was a word they used often, fuck. Other words too, words that she technically wasn't supposed to say but did anyway. They were funny, and always got her point across. Like when papa and daddy were talking about how she could often be too emotional and she overheard.

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"I'm not sayin' I don't love it. She feels a lot and that's a precious thing. She just needs to learn how to deal with things better." Louis claimed, sitting across from Lestat on the couch.

Lestat scoffed. "Deal with things better? She's a vibrant expression of the universe, a cavern of echoing emotion, she does not need to learn anything." He claimed, his dramatics always getting the best of him. Lissette giggled to herself, hidden comfortably by the stairs.

She could do no wrong in his eyes, and mischievously, she often took advantage of that.

"Lestat," her daddy sighed. "She's getting older. Things'll get harder to deal with, it's better she outgrows the dramatics now. I mean, she'll be a teenager soon and they ain't so kind."

"What nonsense! My Lissette is the kindest girl in the world, a few measly bodily changes won't change that." He was so sure of himself, and thankfully what he said would be true. Lissette would become a very kindhearted teenager. "If you really feel so strongly about it, discuss it with her."

"Nah, I don't wanna upset her. She's got the confidence of a bullfighter, I'm not gonna mess that up for her." He shook his head. "That's why I'm talking to you about it."

"This is nothing. This is a nothing issue, mon cher."

"It's not, though." He said, undeterred.

Lissette chose that moment to pop up, her bright blonde hair moving with her. "Yes, it is."

Louis and Lestat both turned their heads to look at her, eyes wide. They were vampires, sure, but they truly thought Lissette was upstairs drawing in her room. She was very easy to distract, at least that's what they thought.

Louis looked at her with concern while papa began to laugh. "I didn't mean anything by it, Ettie. Honest. I'm just worried."

"Yes, mon petit, he's worried you're as dramatic as your dear papa." Lestat said with a fake look of shock.

"That's not what I said."

"It's alright, daddy." She said, settling in between them. "I can be very expressive. But no one can be more dramatic than papa. He's a fucking actor, after all."

They both paused at that and then began talking over each other like the concerned parents they were.

"What did you say, young lady—" Louis.

"Where did you learn that word—" Lestat.

"Where did you hear that—"

"From you." She admitted freely. "You say it a lot. A lot, a lot."

Louis pulled a face. "No, we don't."

"'Lestat, what the fuck are you doing?! Louis, where are my fucking slippers?! You fucking idiot! I'm not cleaning your fucking mess!'—" Lestat interrupted her rather colourful imitation by placing his hand over her mouth.

"Alright, alright. We understand, you don't have to go on."

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Louis immediately rose from his seat on the couch, Lestat was out hunting that night, on his own as the other struggled to maintain his hunger. His eyes creased with worry as he neared her, quick steps against the carpeted floor. He took in her frazzled state, the light green dress she wore flying around her as she stomped her foot against the ground.

He frowned. "What is it, Ettie? What's wrong?"

She looked up at him with angry eyes. "What is it?" She seethed. "What is it?! I'm never going to learn it, I'm never going to get better at it! That's such a stupid fucking question!"

"Hey, now, what did we say about that word?" He chastised. He had quickly become the stricter parent, though their version of strict wasn't exactly that. It just meant he was the one who spoiled her less.

Her cheeks turned rosey as she looked down. "That it's for grown ups." She mumbled.

"And what are you not?"

"A grown up." She said quietly.

"That's right." He nodded with a pointed look. "Now, you wanna talk about it using our normal tones? Not the screaming?"

She nodded shyly and the let out a heavy sigh. Louis always knew how to calm her using logic, while Lestat usually joined in on her dramatics. Both had their merits, bur she liked the way Louis did it more. "It's just difficult, daddy. I'm trying, I'm trying so hard, but my hands just won't—they won't work."

He took her hand and led her back to the piano, sitting next to her on the stool. He put an arm around her shoulders and held her close before taking her hands in his own. He played with her fingers for a moment before settling them back onto the piano.

In such a short time he'd grown to settle into the fatherly role quite well. Lissette said so, at least. He held her hands closer to her face. "You see these hands?"

She nodded confusedly.

"They're gonna grow. Just like the rest of you. You're trying to do something really hard before you're ready. You can't play 'cause you can't reach the keys, baby. You'll be able to with time." He swore to her with a soft smile, placing a kiss on her head. "It just takes a little time."

He heard her let out a shaky sigh and cuddle into him. "Papa's gonna be so disappointed."

He pulled away with a laugh. "And what makes you think that?"

"You've seen him play! He's amazing, the best! I want to be like him!" She cried passionately.

Louis sighed at her words, clenching his eyes shut. "Ettie." He said, knowing exactly who Lestat was. He loved him, yes, but did he think he was a good role model? Was he someone Lissette, his daughter, should look up to? He wasn't sure. "Your father—"

"My ears are burning." Speak of the devil. "My gorgeous girl!" He exclaimed happily, bright eyes landing on Lissette.

"Papa!" She ran into his open arms. "How was hunting?" She asked as he propped her up on his hip.

"Uneventful. Especially since your daddy refuses to join me." He threw a pointed look to Louis, who looked down. "You were discussing me, I take it. Riveting topic I'm sure."

Louis spoke up. "Ettie's just a little upset about her piano—"

"Uh-uh!" The girl insisted with a look of urgency.

Lestat furrowed his brows, looking from his companion to his daughter. "Her piano skills? Ma petit, you're the most talented musician I know, second only to myself. Whatever would you be upset about?"

"I can't tell you." She insisted. "And daddy can't tell you either!"

He scoffed. "Daughter, saviour, dark miracle, you must tell me. The only way I can help, is if I know."

"Daddy helped me. I feel better now."

Suddenly the air shifted. Lissette felt it, a negative emotion bleeding into the atmosphere of the room. It made her uncomfortable. If she had been older, she would've seen the sour look on her papas face and the way her daddy looked straight back at him with some sort of challenge.

( Louis: I believe that was the first time it truly occurred to him that making me Lissette's father meant he'd have to share for once in his life.

Lissette: I did not blame him, to be honest. He'd had me to himself for so long, it had to be odd to have me look to someone else for comfort. But Lestat was...possessive.

Louis: To say the least.

Daniel: Yeah, I'm picking up on that. So, he makes Louis your dad and then what? He doesn't like it when he acts like your dad?

Lissette: He was contradictory like that. It stemmed more from his need for control, than anything else. He had a vision of our family, and in that vision he was the sun and stars to both of us. He didn't account for our relationship growing so strong, perhaps even surpassing the one I had with him.

Lissette still wasn't sure if this was true. If her relationship with Louis was stronger than it was with Lestat, but it had lasted longer. It had run deeper, and their similarities were so obvious. But de Lioncourt spirit ran through her veins, that much she was sure of. )

"Did he now?" Lestat spat. "Isn't that nice of him? Next time, you come to me, hm?"

Lissette wasn't sure how to respond to that. She just looked at him confusedly.

"She can come to me too." Louis said, arms crossed over his chest. "I'm her father too, right? Your life, her life, our life. Isn't that what you said?"

He paused and his face grew harder. His grip on Lissette tighter as if to say; this is mine. "Yes, mon cher. That was it." He waited for a moment before allowing a smile to grace his features. He turned to Lissette. "You sleep with me today, yes?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" She nodded enthusiastically. She'd missed being in the coffin with her father.

He laughed. "Wonderful! The sun will be out soon, shall we?" She smiled. Lestat looked to Louis. "Louis." He nodded his head quickly at him.

That was only the beginning of his spiteful jealousy. The next few years would prove to be more and more difficult.

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NEW ORLEANS, 1912

Even after two years, for whatever reason, daddy still insisted on visiting his old family. While Lissette loved his sister Grace and even his mama was sweet to her, she knew papa wasn't welcome.

He went along to please Louis, to make him happy and content.

( Louis: My unwillingness to separate from humanity was a constant struggle in my vampiric existence. I felt it was essential

to maintain ties. But it was getting more difficult. )

Tonight, Louis and Lestat were getting ready for an opera, a wonderful show he assured. Lissette was to stay home and practice her piano. She was a peaceful child and they trusted her on her own.

"The curtain goes up at eight." Lestat reminded him. Louis was hand in hand with Lissette who was adorned in a lovely lavender dress.

"We'll only be here an hour." He assured.

"They'll seat us late, and we'll miss Nora's entrance with the Christmas tree." He added, as if urging him to hurry.

"You ain't gon' miss anything." Louis said, walking up to his home. His mother stood like a judgemental figure before him, eyes hard and cold.

She scoffed. "Look what the wind blew in."

Louis lowered his head respectfully. "Mama."

He walked up the steps to place a kiss on her cheek. Lissette stepped back and took her papas hand. It was clear there was growing resentment in Louis' old family, one neither Lissette nor Lestat enjoyed.

"You remember Lestat. And his daughter, Lissette." He nodded his head towards the two blondes, who in that moment looked so very similar. It was frightening to think that she wasn't biologically his and yet somehow exuded him from her pores.

Lestat took her hand with fake kindness. "Madame de Pointe du Lac, all the kindness for the invitation."

"I don't remember inviting him, but please, take your overdressed self

and have a fine time." She said coldly, then looking to Lissette and her eyes softened slightly. "Hi, sweetheart."

She smiled politely. "Hello, Madame."

"Madame." Lestat nodded in farewell. "Louis." It was more snappy.

"Take Ettie, will you?" He asked the blonde. "She don't need to be runin' around here and gettin lost."

"I was planning on it." He said.

Louis leaned down and pressed a kiss on her head. "We'll be out of here soon, sugar, okay?"

"Okay." She said quietly.

She didn't like it when Louis went back to his old family. He always seemed to want things to change after, he and papa always fought after. The loud yelling hurt her ears and made her think one of them would leave, slip through her fingers like water.

That's why after every fight they had, she'd sneak into one of their coffins and hold them as tight as possible. She'd beg them to make up and within a few days they usually would. She had quickly become the thing that bridged them together through darker times.

This would eventually become the resentment that festered deep within her. The thing they'd expect from her in every possible way.

She walked with her father towards the banjo band, but quickly decided she wanted to be held again. Lestat sat in one of the seats outside and she hopped onto his lap.

He sighed longingly, pulling out his cigarettes and a match out of his jacket. Lissette watched him curiously. "When can I try that?" She asked as he lit up his smoke.

He laughed slightly. "Later. Much later. You'll try it with me then."

"You and daddy do it all the time. Why can't I?"

He pulled her closer to prove a point, letting her inhale the smoke around her. She coughed heavily, her eyes watering slightly. "That's why." He said. "You're too small. Patience, my dear. You'll do this and much more."

"Will daddy stop visiting his family by then?" She asked casually.

He paused and considered this. Her words hit him harder than he thought they would. He couldn't understand Louis' connection to a family that clearly did not feel the same way anymore. He had new family now, a better family. One who wanted him and all his flaws.

Lissette had called him beautiful when he was soaked in blood with murder on his hands. Was this not enough?

"I hope so." He said. "I really do."

She yawned. "Can we go home now? I want to squeeze in some piano practice before I go to sleep."

"Just a little longer, mon ange. Daddy'll be back soon."

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A few weeks passed and the energy in their home had been tumultuous, to say the least. While they tried to keep things quiet and civil for Lissette, she could sense the bad energy between them.

Nothing was explosive, they didn't fight, but everything felt wrong. Her bones shook with every awkward silence that befell them. She tried to ask, tried to make things better but she couldn't.

She wept softly in her room, hoping desperately that Louis and Lestat would not hear her. It was all alright, she told herself, but it was not true. Anger and resentment had built up in their walls and she felt every bit of it.

Especially tonight, as Louis' kills had caught up to him. One kill, at least. She could hear their yelling from where the incinerator lay, and she wondered if this should be one of those moments where she should interfere. Well, she thought to herself, why should this time be any different from before?

She was there to fix everything. She was there to keep the peace, that was her job. Her papa had always called her his peace, and that was a role she needed to live up to.

But her body couldn't move. She just cried harder as the argument continued. With the slam of the incinerator, they both retreated into their coffins.

( Louis: In recent years, I've come to the realisation that the chaos in our home did more damage than I had thought to Lissette.

Lissette: Daddy, it's not—

Louis: No, it's true. You were a child, living in an unstable home. That is something I'll never be able to make up for.

Lissette: Don't be so hard on yourself. You weren't the only adult in that house, and you were a young vampire. You had your own inner pain. Lestat, on the other hand.

Daniel: I'm with her on this one. Blondie brought you in and didn't think there'd be some trouble? An adjustment period, maybe? )

She stood outside their door, her eyes pressed against the wood.

"I don't like sleeping angry." Her papa said. "For the record, if disrespect was done to you, I would have killed him myself." He continued. "Well, what can I do to make it up to you?"

The coffin from beside him creeped open. "I wanna buy the Fair Play Saloon."

Daddy wanted to buy the fancy club with the pretty lights? She'd like that.

"That's ambitious."

"If you don't wanna help, I'll do it myself." He countered.

"Ridiculous of you to mix human

and vampire business. It always ends poorly." Lestat argued. "But how can I stop you? How can I say no to you?"

And suddenly everything was alright again, and her body stopped shaking. Her breathing evened out, and she retreated to her room.

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GLIMPSES OF A DAMNED CHILDHOOD

NEW ORLEANS, 1912-1917

LISSETTE DE LIONCOURT, AGES 10-15

1913

Ever since Louis had purchased his club, everything had sort of evened out in their home. He had his business and Lestat dedicated himself to Lissette's education even more so than before. It seemed he was constantly preparing her for something that would take a toll on her future, something earthshaking and she couldn't quite grasp what that was.

She was eleven now, slowly growing and her understanding of the world with her. Lissette had started to come to the realisation that papa was actually growing jealous of her and Louis. He directed his anger at Louis and his carefully crafted spite at Lissette.

He'd whisper in her ear as she lay her head on his chest. You'll always be my favourite, ma petit.

I hope you'll always come back to me.

Because I was the first in your life. You know how important that is, don't you?

My beautiful, talented, intelligent girl.

The last one was something he'd say to her over and over again, as often as she needed to hear it. But she was growing to want more than just her fathers. She would often try to sneak out in the mornings, just to feel the sun on her face. She'd draw landscapes where the sun would cover the entire paper like a blanket, she'd watch as children would walk home at night after a day in the park, their skin tan or burned red, their hands rough and faces smiling.

She'd never had a friend, she realised sadly. Her papa told her he and Louis were enough, but she wasn't sure. She tried once, to talk to a boy when papa and daddy were feeding. He had ashy brown hair and green eyes and a sweet chipmunk smile. He'd dropped his ball and it had rolled towards the bench she was sitting on.

She looked down and picked it up. The boy stared at her and smiled. "You gonna throw that back over?" He asked.

She looked back up at him, eyes wide and words unable to leave his face. She stuttered her words out, "u-um, yes. Of course!" And she took it into her hands and threw it back at him.

He looked at her for a second. "You live around here?" She nodded shyly. "Haven't seen you."

"I-I—my parents don't really let me go out." She answered.

"Why do you talk like that?" He asked rudely.

She furrowed her brows. "Like what?"

He answered honestly. "Like you don't know how to talk."

Her eyes began to blur with tears. Like she didn't know how to talk? What did that even mean? Was it her accent? Or the stutter she didn't know she had? She was sure she sounded stupid, so, so stupid. How come she couldn't talk to anyone but her parents and an adult or two around her? Why did children her own age frighten her so much?

She just didn't know how to be. She was immediately uncomfortable when he approached her, like her skin wasn't her own. She needed to learn how to talk, she needed to learn how to be, she needed to be better.

Her silence struck him and suddenly his eyes grew mischievous. "What? Are you simple?"

Simple? What did that mean? Papa said she was a complex girl full of variety.

"Oh, damn. You are." And then he started laughing at her. He laughed at her.

Her heart broke. Why was he laughing? What had she done that was so funny? This felt cruel. This felt mean.

She felt small, much smaller than before. Lissette curled into herself and the boy kept laughing.

He looked her up and down before throwing his ball up in the air and walking away, chuckles still falling from his lips.

"Lissette?" The voice of her papa came from beside her. She watched as he wiped blood from his mouth and sat beside her. He took in her saddened state. "What is it, my love, what happened?"

She just shook her head and cried into his chest. That was the day she realised that there was something deeply wrong with her, that she was missing one of the vital pieces of what it meant to exist, and that she would never be fixed.

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1914

Louis had Lissette by his side and Lestat was on her other side. She lay sandwiched between them as the younger vampire read to her.

"I shall grow old, and horrible, and dreadful. But this picture will always remain young. It will never be older than this particular day in June...if it were only the other way!" He read dramatically from Oscar Wilde's magnum opus, the Picture of Dorian Gray. After Dracula, it had quickly become Lissette's favourite book.

She giggled. "Do you think Oscar Wilde knew about vampires when he wrote that?"

Lestat laughed loudly at that. "Wouldn't that be a laugh? Imagine one like us debating and discussing literature with that queen. He'd be consummated and drained within the hour."

"Lestat!" Louis chided. "Not in front of Ettie!"

"Oh, please. As if she doesn't know what we do in the privacy of our room."

He paused for a moment and Lissette didn't take much offence to it. "Did you—did you have the talk with her?"

She furrowed her brows. "The talk?"

"Do you mean did we discuss the carnal nature of being alive? Yes, we did." Lestat answered casually, playing with his daughters hair.

Louis' eyes widened as he let the information sink in. He didn't remember how or who had taught him about sex, but he knew he couldn't ask his parents about it. How could Lissette and Lestat discuss this so casually? What exactly did he tell her? On top of that, he thought they'd have this discussion as a family so he could soften whatever vulgar thing Lestat would inevitably say.

He also thought it would be later on, much later on. She was still so young, and barely had any contact with children her age. Why did she need to know? Couldn't she stay a child for a little longer? Couldn't she be his baby for a little longer?

"Oh, yes. That. It sounds interesting." She said, absentmindedly.

"Yeah, well, you won't be doing that for a long time." Louis said carefully, readjusting the book on his lap.

"That's what the girls at your club do, right?" She asked. Louis didn't answer. "The one with the black hair; Andrea. She's very pretty. I think I like her."

With no friends her own age, she'd befriended a lot of the girls as her daddy's club. While her parents would have their fun at the club, they'd decided she was finally old enough to run around on her own, especially since the employees knew to always keep an eye on her. Last time she'd run off and been accosted by a mean looking man, the employee who was in charge of looking after her had been fired and then never heard from again. They'd learned to make sure she was safe after that.

She'd sit with the working girls and watch as they applied their makeup and laughed together. She'd play cards with them often, and as the budding young strategist she was, she always won. She liked Andrea the most. She had dark skin, darker hair and the most beautiful brown eyes she'd ever seen. She'd asked her a lot of questions about her work after her conversation with papa and luckily she'd filled in a lot of gaps.

She grew more and more enamoured with her as the months passed. She was only six years older than Lissette and she found that she finally had a female figure in her life to look up to. She grew jealous when she saw slimy men out their hands on her, but Andrea assured that she was well compensated for it. She still didn't like it.

Louis pulled a curious face. "Andrea?" He asked before a smirk grew across his face. "You like her, huh?"

Lissette nodded excitedly. "Yes. She gives me butterflies. She's pretty and kind and has very soft skin."

Lestat laughed from beside her. "Like fathers like daughter, I suppose. Is it only girls, ma petit?"

"I don't think so. It's just people. Pretty people, fascinating people. I just like them." She answered honestly.

"Hm." The blonde hummed. "You're just like me then. Welcome to a world of wonder, my girl."

"Not for a while though. A long while." Louis chimed in. "Can we get back to the book now, please? We gotta sleep soon and you know Ettie ain't gonna settle unless we finish this chapter."

"Yes, please." She asked as she readjusted herself on the bed. The soft lull of Louis' voice began again.

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1916

Lissette had recently turned thirteen, and her birthday was a lavish affair as always. Lestat spared no expense, buying the most beautiful dresses and the most fascinating books. The townhouse had been decorated in her favorite colours, pink, white and black, with banners and ribbons everywhere.

Her fathers had insisted on wearing party hats and she giggled when Louis secured the pointy hat to her head. "Thank you, daddy." He tapped her nose.

"You're welcome, sugar. Thirteen years today, my God." He walked her over to the table full of presents. "Who said you were allowed to grow up?"

"No one. No one at all, so the fact that you're doing so is an utter nuisance." Lestat came up behind her, tackling her in a tight hug and carrying her up as she squealed. "My beautiful little girl becomes a woman. Horrible." He flicked her temple.

"That's rude, papa."

"Yes, yes. So," he clapped his hands before her. "as much as I destain the idea of you growing, this is the most important day of the year and should be treated as such. Here." He handed her a velvet box.

She gasped excitedly, taking the box into her hands and being quick to open it. Within it was a golden ring encrusted with a symbol on it. Something like a lion with embellishments all around it. It was beautiful.

"Our family crest." Lestat said with an emotional voice, his smile proud. "The time has come for you to truly understand who and what we are. I hope you value the name as much as I do."

She gave a watery grin and launched herself into his arms. "Not nearly as much as I value the man who gave it to me." She pulled back and slipped the ring on. "Oh, papa, it's beautiful! I love it. Daddy, look! Look!" She turned to Louis with an innocent happiness.

Louis looked at Lestat's face and how it morphed into a look of fatherly pride before he looked to his daughter. "It's gorgeous, baby." Then he flourished his hand and bowed before her, reaching out to hold her hand. "Madame de Lioncourt."

She curtsied. "Monsiour de Pointe du Lac." She gave him her hand and they began to waltz around the room without music. Laughter spilled from them both.

Lestat settled himself at the piano, beginning a soft simple tune. He watched as his daughter danced with a light in her eyes she'd had ever since he found her.

Lissette felt herself grow comfortable, flinging herself around the room like a wild girl. Daddy smiled and laughed with her and that was the day she promised herself she'd never leave him.

( Daniel: So even with the drawbacks, you managed to have a childhood.

Lissette: A wonderful childhood. Full of love and art and affection. Don't get me wrong, there were always going to be things lacking, but isn't that true for every life?

Daniel: Well, most kids you know, see the sun every once in a while. Socialise with other kids, talk to someone other than their parents and their parents workers.

Lissette: If you're trying to say they fucked up, Danny, you're not wrong. But what parent didn't?

Daniel knew she was trying to excuse every mistake her fathers had made with her. She may have said she hated Lestat but her eyes told a different story. She may have said that she had forgiven Louis, but every time a hurtful memory came forward, she wouldn't meet his eyes.

Children very rarely saw their parents the way Lissette did, as infallible. Louis was an angel to her, her beautiful angel. He'd never really make a mistake in her eyes. He thought that, unaware of what would come after the last Mardi Gras Lissette would ever celebrate.

The day her heart would break into a million pieces, along with her mind. )

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AN: so…this was a WAY too long chapter, but I really wanted to introduce Lissette and sort of her dynamic with Louis, Lestat, Armand and Daniel. My next few posts will be one-shots from a lot later in the show, so they won’t be in chronological order but I will provide context for each of them. I hope y’all enjoyed this!

#amc iwtv #claudia de pointe du lac #iwtv x oc #lestat x louis #louis de pointe du lac x reader #armand x reader #armand x oc #daniel molloy #daniel molloy x oc

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ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ʟᴏᴜɪꜱ x ᴏᴄ x ʟᴇꜱᴛᴀᴛ

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴡʜᴇɴ ʟᴏᴜɪꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴇꜱᴛᴀᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀᴄʀᴏꜱꜱ ᴀ ʜᴜɴɢʀʏ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ᴀʀᴛɪꜱᴛ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴᴅʀᴇᴀ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪꜱꜱɪɴɢ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʟɪᴠᴇꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ’ʟʟ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʜᴇʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴄᴏꜱᴛꜱ.

ᴛᴡ: ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛ ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ, ᴘʀᴇᴅᴀᴛᴏʀ/ᴘʀᴇʏ ᴅʏɴᴀᴍɪᴄ, ᴛᴏxɪᴄ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘꜱ

an: this one-shot is inspired by a few iwtv fics I’ve read on here, but I tried to give it my own twist. I hope y’all enjoy my precious little monsters! Btw, it’s basically x reader but I have her a name and little bit of a backstory cause it makes things run a little smoother while writing.

Running was the only option. That's what she told herself as she stood in the darkness of the docks. The night was foggy and she would've been blinded by night had it not been for the lampposts. Her body shook with fear. They'd find her, she thought to herself. And if they didn't, they'd hunt her down, but now she was free. She was finally free.

If Andrea had one regret, it would be leaving her dear girl. Her light, her beauty, her Claudia. She had no idea what her parents had done or who they were. She was a happy little monster, and she deserved her freedom. She hoped she wouldn't hate her and that one day, she'd find her and let her explain.

It wasn't suppose to be this way. She was meant to be free after working at the Azelea. Make her money and take herself and her bother, Julian, far away from this place. They wanted to go to New York. That dream was long gone.

Andrea was never supposed to be wrapped up in Louis and Lestat's damned relationship. She wondered, briefly, if she'd ever even had a choice. She knew if she had, this would never had happened. She was wooed, seduced and then taken into that home without any knowledge of what that would be.

Running was the only option.

She knew this to be true. She would only remain human for so long, and she still wanted a taste of her freedom. For whatever reason they'd refused to turn her, especially so early. She was only twenty-five, and they enjoyed her innocence. The kind of innocence only a human could have. They liked her wide eyed optimism, and it made them feel less like the monsters they were.

Her innocence had been depleted into nothing but empty, inky blackness. She felt nothing but fear and despair now.

Her memories started coming back the more Claudia asked about her past and the more she drew blanks. Louis and Lestat would comfort her and fill in the gaps for her, but it never felt right. Her hands shook with fear as her memories settled back into her mind.

4 years ago

Andrea never thought she'd be working at the Azelea. She was a bright young artist with a point of view, her paintings were her pride and joy. But money was running low and Julian could not provide for both of them. He would never know what she did at night, or perhaps he did, but he never complained about the extra cash.

He wanted so badly to protect her, but he couldn't do it any longer, not when they were barely scraping by. She had to learn to fend for herself.

Luckily, the Azelea was a well kept establishment and she wasn't treated badly. Her boundaries were her boundaries and the girls there protected her when it was needed. Especially since she didn't like going past simple favours.

The true height of her nights was the two men who she got to lay her eyes on every night. The owner of the club and man about town, Louis de Pointe du Lac and his paramour Lestat de Lioncourt. How could an artist glance at them and not see what magnificent they exuded? They quickly became her inspiration after a few long glances.

Those long glances would soon turn into longing looks. When Lestat played the piano at the club, he'd lock eyes with her and then with Louis, as if he was playing for them. When Louis walked around the club with a cigar between his lips, he'd keep his gaze trained on her even as he talked to others. Andrea blushed and giggled when they did that.

What she didn't know at the time was that they knew every sickeningly sweet thought she had about them, and those gazes and winks were teasing, almost beckoning her to come closer. They watched her every night as she debased herself for lecherous men, but refused to go all the way. It was something she really didn't allow herself to do, and as there was no shortage of girls at the club, no one ever mentioned it

She'd find herself painting them on her nights off, which had become more and more frequent. For whatever reason, her work had become sparse and men no longer approached her. She felt she was doing something wrong, something that made her undesirable. Was it her resistance to do more than what she offered?

It wasn't so bad at the time, but she saw Julian's dejected face every time she got home with empty pockets. She couldn't stand it anymore and so to reduce the cost, she'd spend nights at the Azelea in that one room that was always free. Coincidentally it was the room she kept her painting supplies in.

The night had come to a close, even though it was still dark. Fake moans could be heard from most every room, but the band had cleared out and the tables were empty. Andrea was painting again and this time, she'd taken her appreciation for the two elusive men's beauty a bit far, portraying them as heavenly angels.

Given what they were, it later felt like a perversion of the holy paintings she'd seen all her life. But now, all she knew were that they were divinity incarnate, with eyes like church windows.

That's where she struggled the most, her brush strokes becoming more meticulous with every second. Their faces were sculpted like marble, each highlight and shadow falling perfectly into place. She sighed as she looked at the half finished work.

A knock at the door broke her out of her haze. "Andrea, I'm coming in!" According to him he had knocked twice prior to entering, but Andrea hadn't heard Louis.

She jolted and almost backed up entirely into her pairing. Thankfully, she barely managed to hide it from the smiling face of her angels. Louis had come in with Lestat behind him, grinning mischievously.

She giggled nervously. "M-Mister du Lac! Mister Lioncourt! How can I help you?" She had never truly spoken with them, having been hired by the head girl who everyone called Bricks. Andrea silently hoped they weren't here to talk about her lack of business, or to let her go.

Louis heard her thoughts that night too, and had internally scoffed at the idea that they'd ever let her go. He'd been the one who had made her off-limits to touch. Both he and his companion had quickly grown attached to the bright young girl, and seeing her be caressed and violated by random dirty men filled them with rage, so he'd put a stop to that.

"You seem nervous, Andrea. Trust me, nothing to be nervous about." Louis reassured, removing his sunglasses and placing them into his inner jacket pocket.

Lestat hadn't spoken a single word, only taken in the room around him. It seemed Andrea had built her on world in that room, and he wanted to know everything about her world. Her mind was a wonder to him, a cavern of artistic inspiration and a view of the world he hadn't seen in decades. It was so pure, just like her and just like her paintings.

She sighed, relieved. Then Louis looked down at her hands, stained with paint. "Painting again, huh?"

Her cheeks grew red with shame. "Y-you noticed that?"

"Of course, I did." His hand reached out and grabbed the side of her neck, his thumb brushing over her throat. Her breath caught in her chest as he pressed into her skin firmly, eyes wide at such a bold gesture. He huffed a laugh at her pure reaction, as if she'd never been touched before. He liked how sensitive she was and how curious her eyes grew, desperate to look at his actions but unable to. When he pulled away, there was emerald paint on his thumb. The colour of his eyes. "You've got splashes of colour all over you." He said slowly. She didn't speak, still shocked at his actions. "I've never seen a finished painting though." Was that an invitation? Did he want to see her work? She didn't know.

A presence was felt behind her and she jumped away. "The spirit of a true creator, and the instincts of a frightened fawn." The velvety baritone of Lestat spoke, she turned to face him, her back now facing Louis and her painting exposed. "Fascinating. Almost as fascinating as your most recent work, ma petit faon." My little fawn.

His eyes were glued onto the painting as Louis neared them from behind her. She could feel the coldness of his body, his chest almost settling into her back. His shining eyes settled onto the portrait of him and Lestat, specifically on the angel wings on their backs. The longing looks in their eyes and the intimacy of that.

"Angels? You painted us as angels?" He asked quietly. He was an angel to her? Truly?

Lestat smiled softly. "Closely entwined heavenly bodies. Is this how you see us, cherie?"

Andrea was still trying to stutter her words out, looking from Louis to Lestat as if one would help with the other. But they only stared at you with soft expressions on their faces. "I-I—" she cut herself off, gathering her thoughts. "On the nights I don't get much business," which was every night now. "I paint. I see you every night, the way you look at each other, the way you enjoy yourselves, your eyes. Unearthly eyes. Like stars." Her rambling had gotten the best of her. "Apologies, Mister du Lac, Mister Lioncourt, that was out of line—I shouldn't have—"

Louis placed his hand on her arm and pulled her closer to him, grinning down at her. "Careful there, sugarcane. If you keep talking like that your tongue's gonna fall out."

Her back was pressed into his chest, and she was silenced again.

Lestat stood before her, looking to the portrait one final time before glancing back at her. He placed his hand on her cheek with a certain finality in his eyes. If only she'd known what that meant. "It's enchanting. No, more than that, magnificent. You are a being of extraordinary talent, and extraordinary beauty."

Everything felt so hot. Andrea was breathing heavily at the feeling of being so intimately between these two men who she'd admired for so long. This moment could've lasted forever, it was art in itself. The Divine Damned and Their Fawn.

Lestat hummed. "I'd like to pay you for your work. Have this masterpiece hung in our home."

She jolted. "What?"

"Name your price and I'll take it. You'll have to come see it mounted of course, I'd like your keen artistic eye." His smile turned into a smirk at the thought of her in their home.

Andrea couldn't believe it. Someone wanted to pay for her work. Someone actually wanted to have her paintings in their home! This was amazing!

"Are we getting an answer anytime soon, Andy?" Louis asked with a laugh. Andy? That was new.

Andrea laughed nervously. "Mister du Lac—"

"Louis." He corrected. "You can call me Louis."

What was happening? She hadn't even spoken to them before tonight. Why were they being so kind? Something felt wrong.

"Louis." She said slowly. It tasted sweet on her tongue. "I can't possibly take your money. It wouldn't be right!"

"And why not?" Lestat asked. "You've created something of worth here and I'd like to see it appreciated. You must be compensated somehow. Unless you'd prefer another form of payment." He gave her a lustful glance up and down her body. She shivered.

"Lestat." Louis chided. "Pay him no mind, sugarcane. He can get haughty."

"Horribly untrue, mon cher. I'm only being honest." The Frenchman scoffed. "Your price, beautiful Andrea?"

"I couldn't possibly—"

"How's three thousand?" Louis piped up, not even blinking.

"Excuse me?!" She shrieked.

"Four thousand?" Asked Lestat. Her mouth was agape. "No, how about five?"

"Stop saying numbers!" Andrea interrupted loudly, immediately feeling ashamed. "I'm sorry, I am, I don't—"

"Five thousand it is." The blonde continued. "We'll come back in a week. Have it done by then, hm?" And then he pressed a kiss to her temple. "Shall we, mon cher?"

Louis nodded. "A week, Andrea." He reminded before pressing a kiss to her cheek.

And then they walked away. Seven days from that night, her entire life would change.

_______________

They'd come to collect a week later and with all her free time, she'd managed to finish. They'd both marvelled at the painting and immediately insisted she come to their home and tell them where to place it.

Andrea shied away at the prospect. She'd told her brother about them and Julian had asked her to stay away. He didn't demand anything of her, but he strongly advised against getting involved with them. He'd told her of the rumours, that they were in cahoots with the devil. She'd scoffed at that, but agreed something was off about them. There was no way to be so otherworldly and slightly off putting and still be normal, or completely human even. But she shook those thoughts from her head.

Of course they were human! They were right there in front of her, flesh and blood! It was silly to think otherwise, but then again they were just so fascinating. People usually weren't so.

She promised herself she'd only stay for an hour, but when they guided her through the door, her painting under Lestat's arm, she'd been accosted by a lovely girl with a large shining smile. She shrieked with excitement, jumping from her seat on the couch. "Oh, is this her, daddy Lou?" She asked him.

He nodded. "Yeah, this is her. Andrea, meet our daughter, Claudia."

He'd spoken of her a lot over the past week whenever he and Lestat came to visit her room. According to him, she was a lovely little horror that kept them on their toes every day. She'd laughed at that and told him she used to dream of being a mother to a girl like that.

That had made both him and Lestat incredibly excited.

"They talk about you a lot, Miss Andrea!" The girl confessed, giggling. "They said you were gorgeous and talented and you are!"

"Claudia." Lestat chided. "Calm yourself, ma petit. Lovely Andrea needs a moment. Don't you, sweet girl?"

Andrea just broke out into chuckles. "On the contrary, she is just as you described, and I love it!" She said. "It's lovely to meet you."

"You too!" The child said honestly. "Is that the painting? Can I see?"

After that night, visiting Louis, Lestat and Claudia had become regular for her. She'd spend her every moment there, teaching the young girl to draw and paint when her parents were busy and then passing the rest of her time conversing with the two men.

___________

"No!" She shook her head on one of these nights. "No, no, no! I'm sorry, Louis dear, but there is no way you truly believe that anything could come close to the brilliance that is Wuthering Heights! That's nonsense!"

He laughed at her passionate words. She was laid on the couch with her head in Lestat's lap and her legs on Louis', discussing their favorite novels. It was heaven.

This home was so cozy, so sweet. She loved it there. Her head was fuzzy from the champagne they'd fed her for the last few hours, fingers and face stained with charcoal from drawing with Claudia.

"Just because it's your favourite doesn't mean it's the best, sugarcane!" He rebutted kindly.

"No." She said simply. "It is the best. And yes, simply because I say so."

Lestat laughed loudly at that statement, pinching her cheek slightly. "What a brat you are, my girl. Never wavering from your opinions."

She pouted. "So you disagree then?"

"With you?" He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her nose as Louis caressed her thigh. "Never." He said dramatically.

"Oh, so it's ya'll against me now, is it?" The younger vampire cut in playfully. "I see how it is."

Andrea pulled his hand to her lips and pressed a kiss against his knuckles. "We haven't unionised just yet, Louis. Don't you worry your pretty little head about it."

"Not yet?" He asked. "So you will eventually?"

"She already has me in her thrall. I might not have a choice, mon cher." Lestat weakly defended himself.

"Not my fault." She mumbled lowly.

Louis chuckled. "He was right, you are a brat!" He said, and then pinched her side. She squealed and jumped. "Oh, you're ticklish, aren't you?"

"Louis, don't you dare!" She said. A meaningless warning as he began attacking her skin with a tingling sensation as she thrashed and laughed. "Lestat!"

"I'm not getting involved. This is far too fun to watch!"

"You monster!" Andrea said playfully.

She'd never been happier than in that moment.

__________

As of late, the moment she was left alone with Lestat and Louis it felt like everything was right in the world. She'd feel a title between her legs she had felt with so few people, but also a sense of safety.

"You two love each other, right?" She'd asked one night, lying in their bed. She didn't know how she got there between the drinks and jokes, but there she was, cuddled between them. Louis held her and Lestat had his head rested on her stomach, letting her play with his hair. The younger vampire would occasionally press kisses against her head and Lestat would whine and cuddle closer into her.

Lestat nodded. "Yes, we do, mon cherie. Very much." He answered. "Have you ever been in love?"

Andrea shook her head. "No. I'm only twenty-one, Lestat. I haven't lived long enough to fall in love."

They laughed at the reminder of how young she truly was. A lick and a promise in vampire years, truly.

"I hope I will." She confessed. "I'd like to. Fall in love, have a family."

We could be your family, Lestat wanted to say.

"At the club," Louis spoke. "The girls told me you don't do a lot."

She suddenly remembered that this man was not just her friend, but her bosses boss. Her cheeks grew red with shame and she moved away slightly even as his grip around her kept her firmly with him. "I-I'm sorry. I just—I couldn't—"

"I'm not sayin' it's anything bad, sugarcane. Don't worry." He smiled at her concern. "I just wanna know why?"

This time her cheeks were red with bashfulness. "I've never..." she paused. "I wanted to save it—"

"For a special occasion?" Lestat filled in, looking up at her with mischievous eyes. "That's sweet. Perhaps you shouldn't have taken up work as a prostitute then."

"Lestat!" Louis chided.

"You own the establishment, you don't get to play holier than thou." He scoffed. He then turned back to Andrea. "It truly is a sweet sentiment, though. It's a special thing."

"I think so." She said. She suddenly realised just how close Lestat's face was to the heat between her legs. She felt flushed and nervous.

Louis smirked at her, listening to her shallow breaths and her quick heartbeat. "Huh. Are we special to you, Andy?"

She nodded, unknowing of their thoughts. "Yes."

"How special?" He asked.

"Incredibly. You're my muses." She answered honestly, her head fuzzy.

Lestat's hand snuck under her dress, caressing her calf gently. He began to slowly bunch her dress up and pull it up, up, up her thighs.

Louis pressed a kiss on her forehead, and then her eye, her nose her cheek and finally her lips. She gasped at the two sensations, Louis dominating her mouth with his own and taking her in like she belonged within him. He held her neck with one hand and caressed her chest with his other. He pulled away and she whined.

Lestat bunched her dress over her hips and pulled her panties down her legs, throwing them haphazardly somewhere in the room. Another whine left her lips.

"You sure about this?" Asked Louis, lips swollen.

She nodded once at him and then down at Lestat. "Yes. Yes. Yes."

"Truly?" Asked Lestat.

"For tonight only, yes. I trust you." For tonight only. As if they'd let her slip from their grasp after this.

Given her profession, she wanted to get this over with soon, and now she had someone to do it with. Someone to guide her, to care for her and talk her through it. She knew she'd be leaving for New York soon, so didn't allow herself to think of any deeper relationship developing, and she thought she'd made that clear with her statement. For tonight only.

Louis' mouth was against hers again in a flash and Lestat went to work devouring her.

That night they took her in every way they could, and in their minds, had laid claim to her body as they had to her mind.

____________

Julian did not like the fact that she was with them so often. Not only was she with strange men at late hours, she wasn't bringing home any money. The money they'd given her for the painting had quickly run out and she couldn't find it in herself to ask for more.

"You can't keep doing this, Andrea." He'd sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I know you're enjoying yourself, and that's fine, I'm happy for you, but they ain't good for you, I swear."

She looked up at him from her seat on the floor of their apartment. "I like them. They're very nice to me." Andrea said, nervously playing with her hair.

He kneeled down in front of her with a concerned look on his face. "I know." He said, cupping her face. "I know that. But we gotta start buckling down. We're getting so close to New York." He said happily.

She gasped. "We are?!" She jumped to her feet, giddy. "New York, Julian! New York!"

"New-fucking-York!" He hollered, joining her in her excitement. "Woo-hoo!"

"Yes, finally!" She cried, years of stress falling off her shoulders. "How much more do we need?"

When he told her the number, she sighed in relief. All she needed was one more client to make that much. Sure, no one in the Azelea approached her anymore, but for this she'd be the one to initiate. Just a little more money, that was all, and they'd be free.

"I can get that." She told him confidently. "I swear to you, Julian, I'll get us that money, and we'll be out of here."

He sighed. "Andrea, you don't have to—"

"I do though." She interrupted. "And I will. I promise. Let me take care of this one thing, please."

And reluctantly, he let her.

That night she walked into the establishment with a goal, not even noticing the looks of confusion she got from Louis and Lestat. Not noticing them at all really.

She set her sights on the drunk man who was sat in the corner and had zeroed in on her the moment she walked through the doors. He was from out of town, she was sure. She hadn't seen him before that night, so he was perfect.

She didn't know the eyes trained on her as she finished her work and was given the money. Her body felt used, but she couldn't bring herself to care. She had the money now, and immediately went to speak to Bricks, so she could quit.

The older woman had looked her up and down sceptically. "You sure about this?"

"Yes. I am, Bricks." Andrea had said with a large smile. "I've got the money now. Me and my brother and I are heading to New York."

Her brows furrowed at those words. "Mister du Lac know about that?"

"Louis?" Andrea said, slightly shocked. "I'll say my goodbyes to him before I go. I don't see how he's part of this exchange."

"So he doesn't know." She filled in. "You might wanna talk to him before you quit."

"Why?"

But Bricks couldn't answer that. Or rather, she wouldn't. She hesitated to say anything, but knew her boss would want to be told as soon as possible.

So instead of supplying an answer, she just shook her head. "No reason. Just to let him know he's losing one of his girls." She clarified. "Good luck in New York, muffin."

She sighed, relieved. "Thank you, Bricks."

____________

When she'd arrived home, Julian had already started packing. She'd shown him the money and he'd thrown his arms around her with such glee, she never wanted the feeling to go away.

They laughed and teased each other as they threw their clothes into the suitcases, making plans for what they would do in their new city. Andrea had never been so happy before.

A knock sounded at their door. Julian furrowed his brows. "Expecting company?" He asked her.

She shook her head confusedly. "No. You?"

He shook his head as well, and then went to asked the door. She shrugged and continued packing.

"Excuse me, gentlemen, can I help you?" Julian asked their unexpected visitors.

She couldn't hear the rest of the conversation, it was quiet and muffled but then she made out the sound of Julian shouting.

Julian never shouted. He was a calm man with a good head on his shoulders. What had gotten him so out of himself?

She put her clothes down and walked out of the room, eyes immediately landing on the scene before her.

It was her angels, Lestat and Louis. The former had Julian up against the wall with his hand around his throat, and Louis just watched her.

She shrieked at the sight. "What are you doing?!"

Louis just shook his head at her and pointed his finger. "New York?" He asked accusingly.

She only nodded, confused. "What?"

"You're going to New York? Seriously?"

She swallowed her fear. "I was going to come say goodbye before we left, of course I was—"

But that wasn't the problem. He sped in front of her, his face so close to her own she could feel his angry huffing against her skin.

"After you made your money, right?" He seethed.

She shook. "How did you—"

"Before we could rip that dumb fucker off of you and chop his hands off?" It came out like a shout and she flinched, her ears aching.

She looked away from him and directly at Julian. "Lestat, please get off him!"

He only laughed mockingly and pressed her brother harder against the wall. "I don't think so, ma petit faon. He's the reason you want to leave, yes?"

She shook her head urgently. "No, no, we've had this plan for years—"

"But it was him." Lestat continued. "If he wasn't with you, you wouldn't even have thought about it. You'd be content with us."

"With you?" She repeated, fear and confusion getting the best of her. "It was one night, I told you it would be! I don't understand! Please just let him go!"

The blonde tilted his head, as if thinking. "Alright." And then Julian was thrown onto the other side of the room.

Andrea cried out. Her brother was hurt, hurt by the man she considered so horribly important. He must've broken something, bruised some other parts, and when she saw the blood staining his head she jolted forward. She needed to take care of him, to get him away from these people he'd been right about, she needed him to be better, she could make him better.

But Louis would not let her.

He wrapped his arms around her waist as she thrashed in his hold like a wild animal. "Sh, sh, sh, sh. It's okay. It's okay." He cooed in her ear. She was horrified, kicking and scratching at him but he didn't even blink.

"No, no! Julian!" She screamed. But he was unresponsive, minus some slight groans falling from his lips.

Lestat sauntered before her, flicking his wrist and looking down at her brother. Then he looked directly at her, placing his hands on her face like Julian used to. He pressed his lips to her temple and inhaled her scent, an angry hiss like sound leaving his lips. "I can still smell him on you." He sneered. "You really thought you could leave, sweet girl? This is your home, we are your home." He insisted.

Andrea still struggled against Louis' hold, tears streaming down her face. "He's right. Andy, he's right." She other spoke into her ear. "Please, just listen."

She wept as he spoke. "What are you?"

They paused at the question, Louis looking down in shame but Lestat ready to answer.

"Vampires, dear girl. We're vampires."

That sounded ridiculous. But she thought about it for a moment; they were only out at night, she never saw them eating, some men seen at the club once were never seen again, and their strength. The strength to throw Julian across a room without blinking an eye. There was no way, no possible, tangible way. But it was true.

Angels. She'd seen them as angels, when they were exactly the opposite. Their beauty was unearthly, but not divine. It was damned.

She breathed heavily, panic shooting up and down her chest. She thrashed even more, screeching like a wild monster. "Let me go! Let me go! Julian!"

Lestat's eyes grew soft and full of pity. His poor Andrea. His poor, beautiful Andrea who did not deserve to feel any of this pain. If only she'd told them before hand, and they couldn't removed this ridiculous notion from her head.

"Don't concern yourself with him." He cooed. "Soon enough, he'll be gone, and you'll be with us."

"Just listen to him, sugarcane. We'll be happy, I promise." Louis spoke softly into her ear.

He nodded towards his companion, a secret promise for something that must be done. As long as Julian was alive, he would haunt her every memory, even if they made her forget him. Even if they made him forget her, he'd see the pictures or read his diaries and look for her. He needed to be taken care of, so Andrea could be taken care of.

"But for now," Lestat said, walking back to the groaning body of her brother. He wrapped his hand around his neck again, twisting.

"No!" She cried, sobbing.

"Rest." Said Lestat. The last thing she heard before her eyes shut was a sickening snap! and the horrifying promises of her new life.

_______________

Present time

They'd made her forget it all. Replaced her memories of her brother with memories of a childhood friend who'd passed when they were young. Julian no longer existed to her, or to anyone at all. Until things began to click.

All she remembered was changing her mind about New York and running to their townhouse to confess her love, and they'd taken her in with open arms. Over the last four years, they'd crafted somewhat of a perfect relationship. They all worked together so well, and Claudia had been beside herself when Andrea had become a permanent fixture in their home.

It took no more than a month for her to refer to Andrea as Mama. Andrea was finally a mother, and her child was perfect.

But she was leaving. On the night the three of them had gone hunting together, she'd laid in bed and searched her mind for every one of your hidden memories, finally breaking through their brainwashing. She'd panicked immediately, grasping at her chest and finding disgust in every inch of the home, her paintings included.

They were hanged all over the house, in the coffin room, the living room, the hallways. Lestat said it was a shrine to her greatness. She wanted to puke.

She'd packed a bag and gotten a ride to the docks before they'd come back, buying the next ticket out. She wasn't even sure where the boat was headed, but knew it was far away from New Orleans. Perhaps she could make it to New York someday, fulfil her brother's dream. Honour him somehow. Guilt clawed at her chest. She should honour him, she'd gotten him killed. Her and her stupid love for those creatures.

She waited impatiently. She looked around her, and something suddenly felt very wrong. There was no one there. It wasn't odd at this time of night, but weren't there people working at the docks? It was so, very quiet, hauntingly quiet. She thought it was impossible to hear silence until tonight.

Panic grasped at her chest and she set her suitcase on the ground beside her. "Hello?" She called out. "Hello?" Again. No answer. She walked away to find another, perhaps safer spot.

A flash somewhere in the distance. No. They couldn't have. But they did. They found her. They'd fucking found her.

She ran, her suitcase long forgotten. But she couldn't run for long. They were vampires, apex predators with an all seeing eye. She would be caught and shoved back into her gilded cage soon enough.

But she still had hope she could run. She still had hope for her freedom. How stupid she was.

She kneeled between two crates, trying to keep her whimpering to a minimum but could not help her frightened noises. What would they do if they caught her? Would they hurt her? No, no, they wouldn't. They couldn't. Could they? She heard quick steps and angry breaths from near her and slapped her hand against her mouth. Her eyes widened and she curled into herself.

They would not get to her. She was alright, she deserved to make her own decisions for once. They wouldn't take it from her this time. She'd sooner die than let her take the last bit of herself she had left. But she was so afraid, so horribly afraid. It rung in her ears like a wasps nest, the constant ringing of a threat nearby. Her instinct was to flee, but they would catch her faster if she did.

Only when she heard the steps move further away, did she raise herself to her feet and carefully move away.

That was the wrong decision.

She bumped into something immediately, and then hands shot out to grasp her forearms. "Andrea? Oh, thank God."

It was Louis. He seemed so relieved to see her. It disgusted her to her very core. She reacted immediately, slamming her heal onto his toes. It didn't hurt, but it shocked him enough for him to suddenly release her. He cried out and she ran into a clearing. She didn't know where it led, but it was far away from him.

"Andrea!" He roared from behind her.

For a moment she thought she lost him, but she knew better than to be hopeful.

"Bonjour, ma petit faon." A voice spoke from beside her ear. She jumped to face him, but he simply held her to him tightly, her face pressed against his chest.

She shook in his hold, and thrashed slightly, but he grasped her arms and held her in front of him like a prized calf. "Oh, my precious girl."

"You killed him. You killed Julian, you monster!" She pushed her hands against his chest.

He just nodded slowly. "Yes, I did. And I did it for you. Just like I do everything for you."

"No, you did it for you! For you and for Louis! You killed him, you fucking killed him!" She was wild now, unforgiving, with nothing left to lose but her own life.

His face was now full of rage as he tugged her closer. "It was an act of love. The truest kind. I did what was best for you, I won't have you deny this."

"Let me go, Lestat!" Andrea begged.

He looked her up and down, as if considering something. A long pause between the two of them.

"Alright." He said. "Run."

"What?" She breathed.

"I'll give you your chance." He said simply, his face growing feral. "Run."

The game was beginning. His sweet fawn wanted to run, he would let her. He was a hunter, after all, and a hunter needed his prey. She could run all she wanted, her pretty little feet would tap against the ground and she'd search for safety, doe eyed and lost. He'd take her, bind her and bring her home. Home.

He dug his hand into her hair and pulled. "Run." He hissed.

So she did. The lovely little prey with two monsters on her tail.

She tried her best to slow her heartbeat, blood rushing into her ears and her throat closing up with unshed tears.

He took pleasure in this, she was sure. Two pairs of steps were behind her, and now she knew Louis had joined in and he was fucking pissed. While Lestat was playful, the other truly angry.

She ran? She actually fucking ran? How dare she, he thought to himself. They'd done everything for her, welcomed her into their family, and Andrea ran.

He'd get her, they'd get her, and make sure the thought of leaving never crossed her mind again.

She hid behind another crate, just to catch her breath for a moment.

"Come on out, sugarcane!" Louis called out, tired of this chase.

Lestat chuckled deeply at his anger. "What do you think, Louis?" He opened one crate with a flick of his fingers. "Is she in here?" It fell against the ground loudly. Andrea almost shrieked. "No. Our little fawn has sprinted further away."

"I'm getting real tired of these games, Andrea!" Louis huffed.

She carefully lowered her hand from her mouth and swallowed her fear.

Everything went silent and for a moment she thought she'd gotten away.

Then Lestat was before her again, a mocking, self-satisfied smirk on his face. "There she is."

Defeated, she just curled into herself. "No, no, no. Please just let me go."

"And let you slip between our fingers? Go where we cannot find you? I don't think so, dear girl." He shook his head.

Louis shot out to grasp her forearm and pulled her to her feet. He looked her up and down, anger pulsing from his body. But then his eyes creased in concern. "Are you hurt?" He asked shakily.

She shook her head, tears gathering in her eyes. He nodded. "Good. Good. That was a stupid thing you did. You scared me. Claudia's worried sick." And then he pulled Andrea into his arms, cradling her head like she was made of glass.

Her body shook with sobs, feeling so utterly undone, that she could no longer fight them. She'd tried and failed to get away. She didn't even want to think what they'd to to her now.

He pulled away and his face was confusing, half fuming half depressed. She didn't understand what he wanted her to say.

"That was fun." Lestat chimed in before he took her jaw in his hand with an iron grip. "But never again, Andrea. You don't run from us." He demanded. "Say it, you don't run from us."

Tears ran down her face. "I don't run from you."

"Good girl." And then he kissed her. It stopped her breath, but he didn't care. He wanted all of her, wanted to consume her being and take it into himself. She was him and he would be her once he had his way.

Before she could catch her breath, Louis kissed her as well and his kiss was desperate as if he searching for something within her that would satiate his hunger. She'd almost slipped away from him, and perhaps here and now he could show her how much he needed her, but he wasn't sure she'd ever know.

She was their light in the darkness, their rose eyed beauty who saw them as angels. Who saw them beyond their vampiric nature, and understood that they too could be good.

Unfortunately, Andrea was aware how delusional this was.

When Louis pulled away she finally breathed, tears streaming down her face. Lestat held her close and kissed away her tears. They loved her, in their own horrible way, they loved her.

"Home." Lestat said. "Let's take you home."

And home they went.

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They didn't let her go out much after that, and hadn't bothered to erase her memories. She'd just find out again, and would try her luck in running once more. They'd rather keep her as she is, with the reassurance she wouldn't try and escape.

They'd also forbidden her from telling Claudia what had happened, and they said they'd know if she did. They'd lied to her and just told her that Andrea had lost track of time while painting in the park.

Andrea was relatively numb these days, except when she was with her daughter. She was in bed with Claudia, holding her tightly to her chest.

She watched her mother carefully, concern etched on her features. "Mama, what is it?"

"Nothing, baby." She assured with an unconvincing smile.

Claudia didn't believe her. "It's something. Did you fight with Daddy Lou and Uncle Les?"

It wasn't a fight, it was a fucking hunt. But she couldn't say that to her daughter. "No, Claudia. I'm just tired, I promise."

"Then I believe the time has come to sleep." They heard Lestat from the doorway. He leaned against the frame, a satisfied expression on his face. He was content, it seemed. "Say good night to Mama, Claudia."

The girl vampire frowned but pressed a kiss to her mothers cheek. "Good night, mama. I love you."

Andrea cupped her face. "I love you too."

She got off the bed and walked towards Lestat who held a hand out for his companion. She took it, but did meet his eyes.

He held her close as they made their way to the coffin room. She was already in her sleep wear, same with the other two. Louis walked into the room after them, having said good night to his daughter before joining them.

To the side of the coffin they shared, another one of her paintings lay. It was dark and stormy, two bodies falling through the sky, completely disfigured and angry. Angels wings turned leathery and rough, blood dripping from their mouths, but it was also a bit too blurry to truly make out. It was horrifying.

Louis took one look at it. "New painting?"

She didn't reply, only nodded.

He tried so smile at her. "It's nice."

Lestat pressed a kiss to her head and then allowed her to settle beside him in the coffin. "You've always been so talented, ma petit faon. It was your artistic eye that made us fall for you, I think."

Louis laid on her other side, making it an insanely tight fit, but they would have it no other way.

If they had looked at her painting a little longer, they would've noticed the eyes of the demons she had painted. One pair a disturbing emerald green, and the other an unsettlingly light shade of blue.

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