"Who are they?" The golden haired French aristocrat, inquired as his bright ocean blue eyes, lingered upon the two New Orleans natives.

"Louis de Pointe Du Lac and his daughter, Psyche de Pointe Du Lac," The drunkard laughed a bit too loudly, making the aristocrat grind his teeth, his ocean eyes darkening.

Louis de Pointe Du Lac was gorgeous with thick curly hair that he kept short, golden bronze skin, full lips, a strong jaw, gleaming white teeth and beautiful sea green irises, framed by thick long eyelashes.

His mesmerizing daughter shared his thick curly hair except her curls trailed down to her hips, the same golden bronze skin except just a tad darker, full lips, gleaming white teeth, a sharp jaw and gorgeous dark irises the color of fresh ground coffee beans.

Louis wore a simple black suit with a matching hat and a jewelled cane in one hand and his daughter's hand intertwined with his other hand.

Psyche wore a deep amethyst dress that reached her knees and the sleeves reached just before her wrists, it fit her lithe form well.

She also had a midnight blue hooded cloak that seemed very familiar to the blond aristocrat.

He had seen that cloak somewhere, he could see that it had words written in Ancient Egyptian, in a smooth silver color, on the inside.

However, his attention was drawn to the undeniably gorgeous father and daughter duo.

Louis followed his daughter around as she browsed the bookshop, her dark irises aglow with passion and joy as she read the summaries of several novels.

Three novels had caught her attention and the aristocrat couldn't help but laugh lowly at the titles, drawing the father daughter duo's attention.

"Queen Charlotte was much like yourself, Mademoiselle, I believe she would've been pleased to know her life story has reached all over the States," The blond aristocrat, smiled fondly at the dark eyed young woman.

"Our family line traces back to Queen Charlotte and her blood siblings, I've searched in vain for the novels that go into further detail about King George the Third's mental illness," The curly haired young woman, spoke softly yet firmly.

"You are very well educated, it's refreshing to see, I am Lestat de Lioncourt, of Paris, France," Lestat bowed as he introduced himself.

"I am Psyche de Pointe Du Lac and this is my Papa, Louis de Pointe Du Lac, of New Orleans, Louisiana. Papa made sure I received the best education, as an oath to my Mama," Psyche curtsied and her father tipped his hat in greeting.

Lestat smiled charmingly at Psyche who continued to browse the bookshop and became lost in the world of novels.

Louis growled lowly, his bright sea green eyes seemed to glow as he glared at the blond aristocrat.

He didn't like the way Lestat continued to stare at his daughter.

Psyche was his only child, his only daughter, his pride and joy, his little prodigy, she gave him reasons to continue living.

Louis had been born October 4th of 1877 and his daughter had been born August 5th of 1895, when he was 18 years old, he had married his now late wife at the tender age of 17 and a year later, they were blessed with a child.

A few years later, when their daughter was three years old, his beloved wife, the mother of his child, Nazali de Pointe Du Lac, had died of tuberculosis.

With the help of his mother, Florence, his sister, Grace and his brother, Paul, he had been able to grieve properly for his beloved wife and continue to raise their precious daughter on his own.

Louis had promised his darling Nazali that he would continue to raise, love, protect and guide their child, that he would give her as much as he was able to, he would do his best to keep her well educated and have her form her own opinions as she grew.

And twenty three years later, he could confidently say that he had gone above and beyond with his daughter.

Even during World War 1, he had departed to Vladoviste, Romania, with his daughter and his siblings, their mother had passed one year before the world officially began, she had died of Typhoid Fever.

In Vladoviste, they had studied and researched all types of things, Psyche had become her aunt's assistant when her aunt Grace became the town's new physician.

Paul had worked alongside Ozana who was the Innkeeper, he was the maintenance man.

And Louis had taken up being a journalist and a researcher regarding the supernatural and paranormal.

They had already known that the supernatural and paranormal realms existed, thanks to Nazali being a descendant of Queen Akasha.

However, Psyche had actually been rescued by Valerian Vladislaus Tepes, better known as Vlad the Impaler and Dracula.

There had been an incident where a werewolf thought it would be funny to scare her to death, only for that werewolf to be ripped to shreds by the enraged Valerian.

"Honestly, they've no respect nowadays, anyone with eyes or a nose, can tell who you are, reina," Valerian murmured as he cradled Psyche easily in his arms.

That had been fun to explain to a raging Louis, who then cast a spell on the werewolves in the villages, to let them know if the werewolves ever thought about harming or killing any of their family.

But Valerian had sworn loyalty to the de Pointe Du Lac family and once he swore loyalty, his bloodline were forced to as well, otherwise they would die.

As Psyche purchased the novels she was deeply interested in, Louis tapped his cane lightly on the floor, signaling for the merchant to have it delivered to their home.

Psyche took one novel from her collection of seven and hid it within her cloak.

She and her father exited the bookshop and began to make their way back home.

Lestat followed after them and called out just as they stopped at a nearby bakery.

"I'd like to get to know you, ma cherie and your father too, might we meet again?" The ocean eyed vampire, inquired as his bright irises lingered upon the smooth features of Psyche de Pointe Du Lac.

She was immensely gorgeous and she reminded him dearly of Queen Akasha.

But whether the father daughter duo liked it or not, Lestat de Lioncourt had set his sights on them.

"This Saturday would work best for us, it would give us time to prepare our home for you, our guest," Psyche answered as her father kissed her temple.

He still was wary of the blond aristocrat and for good reason.

However, his daughter was immensely wise and mature, she knew how to avoid toxic and abusive people.

The only thing was, he had a feeling that Lestat was a vampire, although not a natural born vampire like he was, a turned vampire was much more sociopathic.

His daughter was a hybrid, half natural born vampire and half born werewolf as well, descended from Queen Akasha and Lycaon, ward of the House of Tepes.

"Perfect, I'll see you this Saturday, ma cherie, monsieur," Lestat tipped his own hat and walked towards his abode.

He now had an infatuation with the de Pointe Du Lac family.