Interview with the Vampire: The Vampire Chronicles Page #2

You've condemned me to Hell!

I don't know any Hell.

That's more like it!

Anger! Fury!

That's why I chose you!

But you can't kill me, Louis.

Feed...

...on what you will.

Rats, chickens...

...poodles.

I'll leave you to it...

...and watch you come around.

Remember:

Life without me...

...would be even more...

...unbearable.

Consider yourself lucky.

In Paris, a vampire must be

clever for many reasons.

Paris?

Here all one needs is a pair of fangs.

You came from Paris?

As did the one who made me.

Tell me about him.

You must've learned something from him.

I learned absolutely nothing.

I wasn't given a choice, remember?

You must know something

about the meaning of it all.

Why? Why should I know these things?

Do you know them?

That noise...

...it's driving me mad!

We've been here for weeks

with nothing but that noise!

They know about us.

They watch us dine on empty plates

and drink from empty glasses.

Come...

...to New Orleans then.

The Paris Opera's in town.

We can try some French...

...cuisine.

Forgive me if I have a

lingering respect for life.

You'll soon run out of chickens, Louis.

Monsieur Louis?

You don't want any supper?

No, ma chrie.

We're worried about you, Master.

When is it that you go riding in the field?

And how long since you've

been to the slave quarter?

Everywhere there is death.

Are you still our master at all?

That will be all, Yvette.

I will not go unless you listen to me.

You must send away this friend of yours.

The slaves are all frightened of him...

...and they are frightened of you.

I'm frightened of myself.

Hear me now!

This place is cursed!

Damned!

And, yes, your master is the Devil!

Get out while you can! You're all free!

Do you hear me?

Run!

Run!

Save yourselves!

Perfect! Perfect!

Just burn the place!

Burn everything we own!

Have us living in a field, like cattle!

You thought you could have it all.

Shut up, Louis!

Come on!

Where are we?

Where do you think, my idiot friend?

We're in a nice, filthy cemetery.

Are you happy?

Is this fitting? Proper enough?

We belong in Hell.

What if there is no Hell?

Or they don't want us there?

Ever think of that?

But there was a Hell.

And no matter where we moved to,

I was in it.

We rented rooms on the

waterfront of New Orleans.

Your skin is icy.

Your friend has no head for wine.

Don't worry.

I can warm that cold skin of

yours better than she can.

Do you think so?

Why...

...you're warm now!

But the price is high.

Your pretty friend, I exhausted her.

Soft.

So soft.

I can see you lying on a bed of satin.

Such things you say.

Do you know what manner of bed?

Should we put out the light?

And then put out the light.

But once I've put out thy light...

...I cannot...

...give it vital breath again.

Its needs must wither.

For you, Louis.

You can pretend it's wine.

She's not dead!

You're in love with your mortal nature.

You resist what can bring you peace.

You call this peace?

We're predators, whose all-seeing

eyes give them detachment!

- The girl, Lestat!

- Take her! End that hunger!

No!

Now, my child.

You're tired, you want to sleep!

It's a coffin!

A coffin! Let me out!

I'm not dead!

It's your coffin, enjoy it. Most of us

never get to know what it feels like.

Why do you do this?

I like to do it. I enjoy it.

Take your aesthete's taste to purer things.

Kill them swiftly if you will, but do it!

For do not doubt you are a killer, Louis!

- What's that?

- It's a coffin.

So it is. You must be dead.

I'm not dead, am I?

You're not dead.

Not yet.

Finish this now!

You finish it!

Save me from him!

Save me!

You'll let me go?

I can't die like this!

I need a priest.

My friend is a priest.

He'll hear your sins before you die.

Unless... I make her one of us.

No!

Then take her, Louis, end her suffering!

End yours!

No!

Now...

...are you happy?

My God!

To think you...

...are all I have to learn from.

In the Old World...

...they called it the '"dark gift. '"

And I gave it to you.

Don't go that way, Monsieur.

It's the plague.

- Go back the way you came!

- The way I came...

Mama.

Please help us.

Papa left us and didn't come back.

Please, wake Mama, Monsieur.

My philosopher. My martyr.

'"Never take a human life. '"

This calls for a celebration.

There's still life in the old lady yet.

Come back!

You are what you are!

Merciful death.

How you love your precious guilt.

Her blood coursed in my veins...

...sweeter than life itself.

And, as it did, Lestat's words

made sense to me.

I knew peace only when I killed.

When I heard her heart in that terrible

rhythm, I knew what peace could be.

All I need to find you, Louis,

is follow the corpses of rats.

Pain is terrible for you.

You feel it like no other creature,

because you're a vampire.

You don't want it to go on.

No.

Then do what it is in your nature to do...

...and you will feel as you felt

with that child in your arms.

Evil is a point of view.

God kills indiscriminately...

...and so shall we.

For no creatures under God are as we are.

None so like Him...

...as ourselves.

I have a gift for you.

Come.

Please.

- She's here.

- What are you saying?

You need...

...company...

...more congenial than mine.

Remember how you wanted her?

The taste of her?

I thought I'd killed her.

Don't worry.

Your conscience is clear.

Claudia.

Listen to me.

You're ill, my precious.

And I'm going to give you

what you need to get well.

No.

You want her to die then?

That's it. Yes.

Stop!

Stop!

Enough!

I want some more.

Of course you want more.

Gently, chrie.

They're so innocent.

They must not be made to suffer.

Good.

Yes.

All right, now.

Stop.

That's enough, chrie.

You must stop before the heart stops.

I want more.

I know.

But it's best in the beginning...

...lest the Death takes you down with it.

You've done very well. Look at you.

Not a drop spilt. Very good.

Where is Mama?

Mama's gone...

...to Heaven, chrie, like that sweet lady...

right there.

They all go to Heaven.

All but us.

Do you want to frighten our daughter?

I'm not your daughter.

Oh, yes, you are.

You're my and Louis' daughter now.

You see, Louis was going to leave us.

He was going to go away.

But now he's not.

Now he's going to stay...

...and make you happy.

Louis.

You fiend.

One happy family.

He did it to make you stay with him?

Perhaps.

He knew me. He knew I would love

her more than the waking world.

But there was more to it.

He lavished affection on her,

there is no doubt about that.

Perhaps, in the end,

he did it because he was lonely too.

- I need more light.

- She needs more light.

- I'll go blind without another lamp.

- She'll go blind.

Or let me fit this child during the day.

Well, I am afraid, madame,

that my days are sacrosanct.

A little child, she was.

But also a fierce killer...

...now capable of the ruthless pursuit

of blood with all a child's demanding.

Let me kiss it better.

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