“Oh my God! A real vampire! Here in New Orleans!"
“What is it?” asked Belle, worried. She gripped Tiana’s hand.
“That “is” Lestat in the picture!” Tiana choked out. “But that’s impossible!”
“He could be a relation,” Meg said, uneasily glancing at the photograph.
“No!” Tiana dropped the cutting to the floor. “It’s Lestat! I just know it! But how? How?”
Belle and Meg glanced at one another. “I don’t know,” a dit Meg, slowly, “I mean, it’s like something out of a horror film ou something...”
“Horror film,” Belle mused, and then she remembered all those gothique novels she had read, stories of ghosts...
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