I have past letters from you in my inbox-saved files, so I know you've done it before. Honestly, don't feign ignorance, you're quite above that routine. You know how to reach me, as I've said.

You asked what I might find to be spooky this time of year. I can tell you that while nothing really outright "frightens" me, there are places I'd much rather avoid. In the French Quarter at any time, not just Halloween, there are places one can go and feel, even possibly see spirits moving past them on the damp night air. Though they do not scare me persay, I'd rather leave them to their own you know? Wraiths and the whole lot, that's never been an area of comfort for me. Other than that? Try the equally damp streets of Paris near the old grave yards, such as where Les Innocents used to stand and too, Pere Lachaise cemetery in Paris, though filled with famous souls, is a great place of unrest. I would say places such as these, where the spirits wander and speak their lamentations in broken whispers are the places that one such as myself might find uncomfortable, if not scary. Cemeteries often serve a purpose for me though, in a pinch, so it's something I've had to deal with, like it or not, just like so much of life.

Mostly for the entire Halloween week, there are things to do that are "Gothic" or Vampire related. This is after all a city notorious for such things. Do I personally go out and mingle among the mortals? Oh, but of course. At the Anne Rice parties, I was a regular attendee, unfortunately the last one was held in 2000. There is no shortage of parties, ranging in style from the romantic velvet era to the industrial set, and I'm usually found somewhere in between. As much as some might think, that whole overtly loud, black leather, safety-pinned, multi-pierced, platform boots look never really did it for me. I usually prefer to have something shimmery and luxurious, whether it be that velvet style, or black silk, or yes, even leather - to a degree. Last year that's precisely what I wore. Black leather pants and a somewhat blousy white shirt with a long black designer overcoat that was down past my knees. -shrug- It was a versatile ensemble that let me slip in at a variety of soirees and carry myself off, yes, as if I were just... but maybe not quite... another mortal man, out to sate his hungers on All Hallows Eve.

Very amusing, the little bit of a story you cooked up. Yes, it would be grand entertainment if such a youth were to come to my door "trick or treating". However, I believe I would offer him more than the whole bowl full of sugary treats. Those would only tarnish what would have to be a striking smile in the first place, n'est ce pas? No, it would be better to invite him in, ease his trepidation and encourage him to sit across from me by the fire, and talk to me of what he knows of this Lestat character. Perhaps I could pretend to be a researcher of the paranormal, and step on Mr. Talbot's toes just a bit? But at what point do you think he would figure it out? Mm, beautiful youth, drunk so quickly in the warmth of the room on just a sip or two of that special Halloween "Vampire" wine. What a convenient item to have on hand, and with just a hint, or should I say, just a drop of a secret, potent ingredient, ah yes... picture him, sitting there, slowly thinking over things he'd read, looking at me in the soft light, and then just when that expression of questioning confusion pauses on his features, I might smile, slowly, that line spreading across my lips. "Why, what's the matter my boy?" I might venture to say, leaning forward just a little, and in the light, a glimmer of the sharp little teeth that were waiting for his words.

Oh my. What a fun game indeed.