Interview with the Vampire: The Vampire Chronicles Page #4

...slowly...

...Lestat became something...

...like himself again.

You've been...

...a very...

...very...

...naughty little girl.

The ship is sailing without us!

Though the fire seemed to spread...

...I stood on that deck,

fearful, he would come out again...

...from the river like some monster,

to destroy us.

And all the while I thought...

"Lestat...

"...we deserve your vengeance.

"You gave me the 'dark gift'...

"...and I delivered you into the

hands of Death for the second time. "

Though the ship was

blessedly free of rats...

...a strange plague nonetheless

struck its passengers.

Claudia and I alone seemed immune.

We kept to ourselves...

...pondering the mystery of each other.

We reached the Mediterranean.

I wanted those waters to be blue...

but they were black...

...night-time waters.

And how I suffered then...

...straining to recall the color

that in my youth I took for granted.

We searched village after village...

...ruin after ruin...

...country after country.

And always we found nothing.

I began to believe we were the only ones.

There was a strange

comfort in that thought.

For what could the damned really

have to say to the damned?

You found nothing?

Peasant rumors...

...superstitions about garlic...

...crosses...

...the old stake in the heart.

But one of our kind?

Not a whisper.

There are no vampires in Transylvania?

No Count Dracula?

Fictions, my friend.

The vulgar fictions of a demented Irishman.

Paris...

...September, 1870.

The city I'd always dreamed of.

I was Creole, after all,

and Paris was the mother of New Orleans.

A universe whole and entire unto herself.

We were alive again.

Just the two of us.

And so euphoric was I

that I yielded to her every desire.

So it was...

...when I'd given up the

search for vampires...

...that a vampire found me.

Buffoon!

Santiago!

I've searched the world for an

immortal and this is what I find!

Bring the petite beauty with you.

No one will harm you.

I won't allow it.

And...

...remember my name:

Armand.

Remember what I told you.

They have different powers.

They'll read your thoughts.

He's the one, that's the vampire.

Two lovers...

...wandering down their violet way...

...whose passionate embraces,

each to each...

...permit no meditations on decay...

...until they find themselves...

...within my reach!

Vampires who pretend to be humans

pretending to be vampires.

How avant-garde.

The monk whose soul with

Heaven doth commune...

...and spends his days...

...in pious contemplation...

...finds he will meet his Maker all too soon.

For all his prayers gets no remuneration.

The lesson endeth here...

...and it is this:

Each one of you,

my clammy hands must touch.

Each one must bend his

forehead to my kiss.

But, hark!

Methinks a mortal doth approach!

What have we here?

What beauty by my side?

A rose in bloom, a shrinking violet?

Perhaps she has a mind to be my bride.

Perhaps my lesson has not ended yet!

I don't want to die!

But Death we are and have always been.

Someone help me!

Please!

- What have I done?

- We all die!

But I'm young!

Death is no respecter of age!

It can come any time, any place.

Just as this flesh is pink now...

...so it will turn gray and wrinkle with age.

Let me live! I don't care!

Then why should you care if you die now?

And suppose Death had a heart

to love and to release you?

To whom would he turn his passion?

Would you choose a person

from the crowd there?

A person to suffer as you do?

Monsieur Vampire, take me!

I adore you!

You wait your turn!

Well...

Do you know what it means

to be loved by Death?

To become our bride?

No pain.

No pain.

Monstrous.

We live beneath.

Let me show you.

Monstrous.

Yes.

But very beautiful.

Welcome to my home.

Try him.

Two vampires...

...from the New World...

...come to guide us into the new era...

...as all we love slowly rots...

...and fades away.

Are you the leader of this group?

If there were a leader...

...I would be the one.

- So you have the answers?

- So you have questions?

What are we?

Nothing...

...if not vampires.

Who made us what we are?

Surely you know the one who made you?

Yes, but the one who made him?

The source...

...of all this...

...evil.

I understand.

I saw you in the theater.

Your suffering...

...your sympathy for that girl.

You die...

...when you kill.

You feel you deserve to die

and you stint on nothing.

But does that make you evil?

Since you comprehend what you call

goodness, doesn't that make you...

...good?

Then there is nothing?

Perhaps.

But perhaps...

...this...

...is the only real evil left.

Then God does not exist?

I know nothing of God.

Or the Devil.

I have never seen a vision,

nor learned a secret...

...that would damn or save my soul.

As far as I know...

...after 400 years...

...I am the oldest...

...living vampire...

...in the world.

Then it's as I always feared.

You fear too much.

So much you make me fear...

The one who made you...

...should have told you this.

The one who left the Old

World for the New...

He knew nothing.

Nor did he care.

Knew?

Come, beloved.

It's time we were on our way.

I'm hungry...

...and the city awaits.

The place was empty as we left.

Silent as the grave.

And as we blundered through it,

again came the thought:

"I have wronged Lestat.

"I have hated him for the wrong reasons. "

How did you wrong him?

You said a name.

Yes, a name I don't care to say again.

There is but one crime...

...among us vampires here.

It is the crime that means

death to any vampire:

To kill your own kind.

- Do you think I'd let them harm you?

- No, you would not.

Danger holds you to me.

Love holds you to me.

- Love?

- Love.

You would leave me for Armand

if he beckoned you.

Never.

He wants you as you want him.

He's been waiting for you.

He wants you as a companion.

He bides his time there.

He finds it as dull and lifeless as we do.

Perhaps.

Do you know what his soul said to me

without saying a word?

'"Let him go, '" he said.

'"Let him go. '"

Is that what I should do?

Let you go?

My father...

...my Louis...

...who made me?

It will be all right.

You really believe that?

The soldier...

...on returning from the war...

...thinks victory has enured

him against sorrow...

...till Death comes by...

...and chops him from his horse.

I was waiting for you.

Listen to me.

Claudia is very dear to me.

She's my daughter.

Your lover.

No, my beloved.

My child.

You say so. You're innocent.

She's in danger, isn't she?

- She is.

- Why?

I could give you reasons.

Her silence.

Her youth.

It's forbidden to make one so young...

...so helpless...

...that cannot survive on its own.

Then blame the one who made her.

Did you kill this vampire

who made you both?

Is that why you won't say his name?

Santiago thinks you did.

- We want no quarrel with him.

- It's already begun.

If you want to save her...

...send her away!

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