Interview with the Vampire: The Vampire Chronicles

So you want me to tell

you the story of my life.

Like I said, that's what I do.

I interview people.

I'm a collector of lives.

FM radio, KFRC.

You'll need a lot of tape for my story.

No problem. I got a bag full of tape.

You followed me here, didn't you?

Yeah, I suppose I did.

You seemed very interesting.

This is where you live?

No.

It's just a room.

What do you say we get started?

What do you do?

I'm a vampire.

I haven't heard that before.

You mean this literally, I take it?

Absolutely.

I was waiting for you in that alley.

Watching you watching me.

And then you began to speak.

What a lucky break for me.

Perhaps lucky for both of us.

You said you were...

...waiting for me.

What were you going to do?

Kill me, drink my blood?

Yes.

But you needn't be concerned now.

You really believe this, don't you,

that you're a vampire?

We can't begin this way.

Let me turn on the light.

- I thought vampires didn't like light.

- We love it.

I only wanted to prepare you.

Christ!

Don't be frightened.

I want this opportunity.

How the hell did you do that?

The same as you do.

A series of simple gestures.

Only I moved too fast for you to see.

I'm flesh and blood...

...but not human.

I haven't been human for 200 years.

Please...

How can I put you at ease?

Shall we begin like '"David Copperfield'"?

'"I am born...

'"...I grew up. '"

Or shall we begin when I was

born to darkness, as I call it.

That's where we should start,

don't you think?

You're not lying, are you?

Why should I lie?

I was 24.

Younger than you are now.

But times were different then.

I was a man at that age.

The master of a large plantation,

just south of New Orleans.

I had lost my wife in childbirth.

She and the infant had been

buried less than half a year.

I would've been happy to join them.

I couldn't bear the pain of their loss.

I longed to be released from it.

I wanted to lose it all:

my wealth...

...my estate...

...my sanity.

How many aces are in a deck?

Are you calling me a cheat?

No, I'm calling you a piece of stinking offal!

You lack the courage of your convictions.

Do it!

Most of all, I longed for death.

I know that now.

I invited it.

A release from the pain of living.

My invitation was open to anyone.

To the whore at my side.

To the pimp that followed.

But it was a vampire that accepted.

Give me your money or you die!

Do you still want death?

Or have you tasted it enough?

Enough.

He left me there, on the banks

of the Mississippi...

...somewhere between life and death.

Who are you?

What're you doing in my house?

I've come to answer your prayers.

Life has no meaning anymore... does it?

The wine has no taste.

The food sickens you.

There seems no reason for any of it...

does there?

What if I could give it back to you?

Pluck out the pain...

...and give you another life?

One you could never imagine.

And it would be... for all time.

And sickness...

...and death...

...could never touch you again.

Don't be afraid.

I'm going to give you the choice...

...l...

...never had.

That morning, I was not yet a vampire...

...and I saw my last sunrise.

I remember it completely...

...and yet I can't recall

any sunrise before it.

I watched the whole magnificence

of the dawn for the last time...

...as if it were the first.

And then I said farewell to sunlight...

...and set out to become...

...what I became.

Have you said your good-byes to the light?

I've drained you...

...to the point of death.

If I leave you here...

...you'll die.

Or...

...you can be young always, my friend...

...as we are now.

But you must tell me...

...will you come...

...or no?

Yes.

Yes.

Your body's dying.

Pay no attention.

It happens to us all.

Now look...

...with your vampire eyes.

What did you see?

No words can describe it.

Might as well ask Heaven what it sees.

No human can know.

The statue seemed to move, but didn't.

The world had changed,

yet stayed the same.

I was a newborn vampire,

weeping at the beauty of the night.

Perhaps you'd like another cigarette?

I would. It's not bothering you, is it?

I don't assume it would.

It's not like you'll die from cancer.

I don't think so.

- What about crucifixes?

- Crucifixes?

Can you look at them?

Actually, I'm quite fond of

looking at crucifixes.

And the stake through the heart?

Nonsense.

And coffins?

Coffins.

Coffins, unfortunately, are a necessity.

Don't worry.

Soon...

...you'll be sleeping as

soundly as you've ever slept.

And when you awake...

...l'll be waiting for you...

...and so will all the world.

Blood, I was to find,

was a necessity as well.

I awoke the next evening with

a hunger I had never felt.

Once you taste this...

...you'll never go to another tavern again.

You think so?

But what if I'd rather taste your lips?

My lips are even sweeter still.

My friend...

...should taste those lips.

Is his...

...kiss...

...as deep...

...as yours?

Deeper, ma chrie.

I will not take her life.

I've done it for you.

She's dead...

...as a doornail, my friend.

It's so easy, you almost feel sorry for them.

You'll get used to killing.

Just forget about that mortal coil.

You'll become accustomed to it,

all too quickly.

Are you not hungry?

Au contraire, ma chrie.

He could eat the whole colony.

I will finish it.

Now leave us.

Can't you pretend, you fool?

Don't give the game away.

We're lucky to have such a home.

Pretend to drink, at least.

Such fine crystal shouldn't go to waste.

I know.

It gets cold so quickly.

We can live like this?

On animal blood?

I wouldn't call it living. Call it surviving.

Useful trick if you're on a ship for a month.

There's nothing in the world

now that doesn't hold some...

Fascination.

Yes.

- I'm bored with this prattle.

- We can live without killing.

It's possible.

Anything is possible.

But just try it for a week.

Come into New Orleans and let

me show you some real sport.

Lestat killed two, sometimes three a night.

A fresh young girl...

...was his favorite for

the first of the evening.

For seconds, he preferred a gilded,

beautiful youth.

But the snob in him

loved to hunt in society.

The blood of the aristocrat

thrilled him best of all.

The trick is not to think about it.

You see that one?

Widow St. Clair.

She had that gorgeous young fop

murder her husband.

How do you know?

Read her thoughts.

Read her thoughts.

I can't.

The '"dark gift'" is different for each of us.

But one thing is true of everyone.

We grow stronger as we go along.

Just take my word for it.

She blamed a slave for his murder.

Imagine what they did to him.

Evil-doers are easier, and they taste better.

Where are we going?

Nowhere.

Now, young man, you really amaze me!

I'm old enough to be your grandmother.

Oh, yes, that's the melody.

I remember it.

Murderer!

My little Papillions!

My butterflies, he killed them!

You... whining coward of a vampire...

...who prowls killing rats and poodles!

You could've finished us!

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