beautydeath:

_{i am The Vampire Lestat.   i’m immortal.   more or less.   the light of
the sun, the sustained heat of an intense fire—these things might
destroy me.   but then again, they might not.   i’m six feet tall, which
was fairly impressive in the 1780s when i was a young mortal man.   it’s
not bad now.   i have thick blond hair, not quite shoulder length, and
rather curly, which appears white under fluorescent light.   my eyes are
grey, but they absorb the colours blue or violet easily from surfaces
around them.   i’m a vampire (if you can’t tell) and i wear all the latest fashions.   for example today i was wearing}

gorgeous black leather clothes that i’d taken from my victims.   i was walking the streets of New Orleans.   it was nighttime so there was no sun, which i was very happy about.   a lot of mortals stared at me.
                                                     i put up my middle finger at them.