Disclaimer: This is a work of speculative fiction. All characters belong to Anne Rice. This is done strictly for amusement, and this is not intended to infringe on the work of Anne Rice, Random House, etc.
The black haired vampire crossed the crowded night time street of New York City. The frigid December night engulfed the metropolis that never slept as the vampire made his way though the legions of mortals. He wasn’t paying too much attention to where he was going, but as the bright lights, enormous billboards, and a cacophony of sounds came into view, he knew that he was in Time Square. The vampire chided himself. Naturally, he had been here many times, and strolling up and down Broadway wasn’t a new experience. Briefly, with a wry expression on his face, the vampire wondered if he had lost all knowledge of who he was .
Of course not. The vampire knew perfectly well that his name was Louis de Pointe du Lac, and this was the infamous Big Apple, and that the date was December 24, the eve before Christmas.
Unnoticed, Louis slipped through hordes of people in the most crowded corner the city.
He never stood out among mortals, for they hardly paid him a bit of attention. And should he wonder into a store, a bored clerk would give him a gaze, seeing not more than a tall young man, dressed in faded jeans and a dark colored sweater. But these walks also brought a connection to the mortal world that Louis craved as much as he craved human blood.
As Louis stopped at a crosswalk, his thoughts shifted to Lestat. No big surprise there. After all, coming to New York was Lestat’s idea, and Louis had to admit that it was a good one.
Ironically enough, just a few weeks ago Lestat had to practically drag him here.
“Christmas in New York City?” he remembered asking Lestat in vague astonishment as the blond haired vampire announced the holiday destination.
“Oh, Louis,” Lestat sighed as he rolled his eyes. “It’s a great idea. It’s good for you to get away from New Orleans once in a while. Have you ever been to New York in the winter? It’s so...cheerful. Bright lights, mortals laughing.... Don’t worry, we’ll only spend a couple of weeks there. Maybe David will want to come along.”
And David did come along. If fact, right at this very moment David was at Lestat’s penthouse apartment; one of those posh, extravagant establishments that New York steadily supplied.
A group of boisterous men and women passed Louis by. They were dressed in modern, everyday clothing, although the women chose not to wear warm outwear, letting their skintight outfits cling to their youthful bodies. They carried large shopping bags from fashionable department stores and cheap souvenirs that could be purchased on any street corner. One of the young women threw her arms around her a young man in the group, presumably her boyfriend, and laughed joyfully.
What was it like, Louis wondered, to be in their place? A memory came to him, a memory of the 1920’s New York City. He had lived there with Armand back then, all those years before Armand chose to leave him. Now, Armand never bothered with solitary excursions of the city. Instead, he often attended parties, the infamous soirees of the roaring 20’s. Sometimes, he would get Louis to accompany him to the flat of some young beauty, an aspiring actress perhaps. Armand would dress in the latest styles, and spend the evening socializing. He enjoyed spending his nights in such way, but Louis was always left with a feeling of emptiness after associating with these idealistic youths.
