THE LAST VAMPIRE | Lestat | Interview with the Vampire

The Newcomers

Lestat and i had been walking that night. We held hands as he wore a brown suit and i a dress.

The street of liberty was unassuming, it was loud and boisterous but it was organised and seemed routine.

The night was old, it was around 12 pm, but Lestat and i felt as if it was the morning. We had recharged our energy from our travel and were ready to have some fun.

"Do you see anyone that catches your eye my love?" Lestat asked as he whispered in my ear

I sighed "No, all that's here are people who i would rather drain then fuck" I muttered back

He smiled.

Lestat liked when i would let my temper show.

Before i was a vampire and before i was coming to the end of my life- back when i lived in New York- i was a feisty thing. My broken relationship with my parents reflected that.

Since becoming a vampire it was as if the qualities i had been missing since then, due to my illness, had been doubled. If i felt angry then i was snarky. If i felt disgusted then i would send glares. If i was happy then i would walk with a smile so full it touched my ears... I felt every emotion ten fold and Lestat loved it about me.

"There are a few bars up here we can go into, if you would like, however i don't think we will find any blood bags that are not on some kind of drug" I said with a laugh "It could be fun though- I haven't had drug blood in a minute"

Lestat rolled his eyes at me with a smirk

"Trust you to enjoy feeling as if the world is melting around you" He said as he slung his arm over my shoulders

We both laughed for a minute, as we walked, before a loud argument caught our attention.

Lestat looked at me with intrigue in his eyes- we rounded the corner with curiosity.

There stood a man, in the middle of the street, being shouted at by a second person.

"Go home Paul!" The first man shouted

"This is not Gods plan! They are selling their bodies when they could be attending church!" The other man shouted back

I glanced at Lestat.

He kept his eyes on the two men.

I could tell the argument was capturing his attention more than it was mine.

Suddenly the preacher raised his fist and punched the other man around the face.

The first man pulled out a knife from the top of his cane and he held it to the first man's throat.

"Go home Brother" He spoke at him as the knife glinted.

Brother? I remember questioning to myself

The preacher looked from the knife to his brother. I watched him shake his head in disgust before he turned around and walked away.

Pulling a knife on your own family... this must not have been the first time he had been trying to preach to the women of the night about there wrongdoings.

I assumed a few things for witnessing that interaction- the first being that the man who pushed the preacher away probably owned the whore house that the man was preaching at.

As his brother walked away, in defeat, the man placed his knife back into his cane before walking towards us.

Lestat and i watched as he walked straight past us, unknowingly parading himself past two hungry vampires.

But Lestat and i had different thoughts that day. We rarely did, but Louis was one of them.

We were both hungry for different reasons.