It’s been a while since I wrote a piece for Popularium. Regardless, I poured quite a bit of blood and guts into this one, so I hope you’ll enjoy. 

Dear Lestat,

We’ve never met before, so I’m sorry that this is out of the blue. I read about you in Interview with the Vampire; I couldn’t sleep until I’d finished it, I loved it so much. It might be my new favorite thing, so I hurried out to get the next book right away — your book.

I know vampires aren’t real, before you ask. Plus it’s 2005. You’ve been around way longer than me. You know all that though, because you read minds. But when your book turns around and says that it sees me, I want to believe it. I want to be special and beautiful and chosen. Like most 15 year olds, I’m none of those things, but a girl can dream, right?

(I’m not, actually, a girl. But everyone calls me that, and I don’t know how to tell them to stop. I think your mom knows something about that? I really like her.)

Even when I know it’s stupid, I wind up wanting to lose myself in the fantasy you’re spinning. I want to see New Orleans and fancy houses and fly all over the world in one night. But everyone else is reading Twilight right now, so I don’t have anybody to talk to about it.

Yours (ha ha),

[REDACTED]

P.S. — Are you and Louis going to get back together?

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