The Night in Paris

The hall was beautiful. Filled with dancers, expensive paintings and classical music. This was the largest vampire ball in Europe. An event that happens only once in a hundred years. Lestat smiled and took Nicki's hand. They danced, had some blood and then they kissed. They playfully hid in the shadows and then kissed some more. Since Nicolas became a vampire, their lives felt full again. Happy even. If only the night would never end.

That evening Lestat woke up screaming and crying. Alone. He'd never admit it but since Nicki killed himself, Lestat couldn't sleep. Couldn't escape those nightmares.