The Last Vampire on Earth ?? | OC x Lestat | Interview with the Vampire

The New Addition (Pt1 #1)

(You are such a flirt... i bet you get all the girls in town)

Lestat saw the way my face changed and he quickly pulled my face to his once more.

"Not anymore... not ever again" He spoke, firmly "I have all i need under this roof- i won't ever become the man i once was again... i should have never put us in a position where i could lose you and i won't- never again"

He didn't need to but him spelling it out to me brought me immense calm.

I nodded as i whispered my response. My hands found their way around to the back of his head

"I know... i know" i whispered

After a moment i turned my head. Lestat took this to his advantage as he dived straight for my neck, peppering it with kisses.

"How long have we had this thing?" I changed the conversation as i let my hands gloss over the keys of the piano we sat at.

I admired, for a moment, the way my hand looked as it glided over the rectangular keys with my ring sat firmly on my finger.

"Lestat?" I asked as i kept looking at the piano

"Lestat, i asked you a question" I said as i giggled and pulled his face up from my collar bone.

"Sorry, i was a little busy" He said with a sloppy smile- one he only showed me- one that was filled with love.

I shook my head as i dropped his jaw

"Forget it" I said with a laugh

"No, my love, what did you ask?" He asked like a whining puppy, scared that he had made his owner upset.

I smiled as i shook my head

"I asked how long have we had the piano?" I said

Lestat looked at the instrument beside us as if he only just remembered what room we were in

"Oh, only a few years" He said "I had it shipped from my old office in New York" He explained

I nodded, remembering how he first had to have movers angle the piano strangely in order to get it through the door of our New York home originally.

"I've never asked" He said suddenly "Do you know how to play?"

I smiled as i lifted my second leg over the stool and sat facing the object.

I wavered for a second, my initial confidence leaving within seconds, before i started

I played a simple tune, one that fitted my skill level.

I played the old French nursery rhyme every French infant was sung in their cradle.

I played the rhythm in harsh singular notes, but notes non the less.

When i had completed the tune, with only minimal mistakes, Lestat clapped

"Oh, stop it, i was terrible" I laughed

Lestat shook his ahead

"You are never terrible at anything, my love" he said "You're a triple thread" He added

"I can't dance-" I started (🎶)

"But you can act, play and sing- you could be a star" He said mostly just to make me happy

I rolled my eyes "Who said i can sing?" I asked before i realised "You listened! I told you not to- i told you to go away" I spoke with an astonished laugh as my mouth fell open

"Well you said i couldn't join you inside the bath so i just took my time walking past the door when i heard you singing" He said, as if it was nothing

I laughed as i playfully hit him

"I hate you sometimes!" I said through my laughter as i grabbed his bicep.

My laughter trailed off as the inevitable sat between us.

My words suddenly feeling heavy out in the open.

We hadn't really spoken about it... we hadn't said anything about the words i said to him in the kitchen the month before.

But there was no doubt between us that we had moved on from that. We didn't need to say the words to know it- we were better than we had been in a while.

"You don't really hate me" Lestat spoke quietly non the less, the double situation clearly being referred to

I smiled softly as i moved my hand down his arm to hold his hand

"No" I said "I don't hate you Lestat" I breathed

He smiled as we softly joined our lips together as we sealed the conclusion to the open wound that was scaring between us from the month before.

We pulled back as we rested our foreheads against the others.

I smiled at him as he smiled at me.

We sat for a while... maybe five seconds... before chaos erupted again.

It was never quiet for long in our household. If not because of Lestat or I then because of Louis.

The front door was heard being slammed downstairs.

Lestat and i pulled away from each other as we stood and walked to the top of the stairs, confused.

As we looked down them we could see Louis holding something in his arms... or should i say someone?

A someone who was covered in smoke and coughing more then breathing

"HELP HER!" He shouted as he looked up at us.

His pleading cries and scared eyes took us out of our confused state before Lestat and i rushed down the stairs and took the girl from his shaky arms, just as Louis de pointe du lac started to lose the ability to think straight due to sheer panic.