THE LAST VAMPIRE | Lestat | Interview with the Vampire

The Night of Death (pt1)

By the time 1785 rolled around i knew my time was coming to a close, but when the night came for me to die i was not as at peace as i had expected.

The date was the 19th November 1785 and unknown to me, it would be the day i died.

My day started like it usually would... at night.

I woke up at around 8pm- early for me.

I did my usual: stretched, brushed my teeth, combed my hair and pushed it in a bun behind my head.

Then i got myself some breakfast, a single piece of toast that i perfectly balanced in my hand all while juggling a mug of coffee in the other.

I entered my studio at 9:22 and i placed the plate and mug on the small, round, table next to my most recent canvas.

I sat myself on the stool, like i always did, and i picked up my toast.

Whilst eating it i looked at the half finished painting in front of me and occasionally glanced out of the window- my favourite window.

I finished my breakfast as i took a few sips of my coffee, before pushing it to the side. For some reason i had gone off coffee, the taste too over powering for my palette that only wanted toast.

I had a constant headache. I had had it for 49 hours, excluding when i was asleep although i supposed i had it then but was unaware.

At 10:05 i dipped my paint brush into my paint, having prepared it and laid everything out for the past half hour.

I zoned out as i made the first paint stroke...

At 11:00 is when i started feeling unwell.

Frustrated, i dropped the paintbrush into the water and climbed off my stool. My sickness always had a way of choosing the worst times- i had almost finished my painting.

At 11:05 i realised that what was happening wasn't just a regular spell of sickness. I realised i wasn't going to just throw up and then be pail for a while. The dizziness started overtaking me.

No this was something else.

At 11:10 i made my way into my gallery room.

At 11:11 i dropped myself to the floor and pushed myself against the far wall- I wanted to gaze at my life's work again... just in case.

At 11:12 i considered shouting Lestat.

At 11:13 i realised that he could only read my mind if he wasn't too far away.

At 11:14 I remembered that he was half an hour away finishing rehearsals at the theatre.

At 11:15 i felt my head swaying and i decided to rest it against the wall...

At 11:22 i fell into a sort of half sleep half awake state.

I grow quiet

"Well?" Daniel cuts in

I flicker my eyes over to him as i swallow

"You couldn't have died there... If Lestat hadn't have got to you before you died then he wouldn't have been able to turn you" He points out.

I nod as i prepare myself to continue

At 12:04pm Lestat entered my apartment...

"Victoria ! Mon amour ?" He called as he walked up the stairs

(Victoria! My love?)

"Où es-tu ? D'habitude, tu es dans l'atelier d'art, je..." His voice trailed off as i was acutely aware of hearing him across the hall, presumably checking the studio

(Where are you- usually you're in the art studio, i-)

He suddenly cut himself off as the apartment went quiet.

In a rush of noise he started shouting.

"J'arrive, ne t'inquiète pas. Je l'entends mon amour, j'entends ton cœur ralentir."

(I'm coming, don't worry. I hear it my love- i hear your heart slowing)

I remember smiling as much as i could. To another person it probably didn't even look as if i moved my lips, but to me i was smiling. I knew he would hear me... i knew i wouldn't die alone.

And i would die... i knew it from the second i saw Lestat's panicked face open the door to my gallery.

If a vampire ever looks at you with worried eyes and moves with purpose you know something is going to happen... if a vampire hears your heart beat slowing- you know you've not got long left.