THE LAST VAMPIRE | Lestat | Interview with the Vampire

The Wedding

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I was so angry- if there was a stronger word that described the swelling of feelings inside of me then i would have used it- but the closest i could come to explaining the feeling was anger.

I was furious, angry, aggrieved, resentful, vexed- i was all of it.

Over that night i tried to rationalise how i was feeling. I tried to lessen the emotions by focusing them, but it was hard.

Was i angry at Lestat for turning Louis?

Or was i angry at Lestat for thinking of himself again?

Was i angry at the fact he had brought someone else into our family without asking me?

Or was i angry because it was Louis?

All these questions swirled around my head as i walked through the local park with purpose.

I was sick of being pushed aside, sick of being over looked and i was sick of feeling second best by the person i considered my world.

Well worlds can collapse, eco systems can fail, people die and oceans can consume what once looked like a thriving island.... No more could i let myself live like i was.

"I would say i am ashamed by the amount of innocents i killed that night as i was walking through the park... but that would be a lie." I say as i glance at Daniel, waiting to see his reaction but being greeted by a blank face "I know that there is hardly ever an innocent human, hardly ever a truely good creature in a world that pits us against each other.... No one truely puts another's interests before their own i have come to realise" I hiss before i continue on

After a few hours i had moved past the anger and moved onto the grief. I was mourning the life i had loved.

As i sat on the park bench, covered in blood and not caring who saw me, i tried to calm myself by acquainting my emotions to ones that others might feel.

I imagined that the grief i felt was what a Mother might feel. Yes, she could be excited to find out that she is about to have a baby, but she is mourning the life she once had- just her and her partner... their small bubble about to be stretched to fit one more.

I felt the warmth pick up before i saw it- the sun was beginning to rise.

"I'm ashamed to admit i thought about staying there. I thought about the sun coming up and giving me a death i perhaps deserved after all the people i had killed throughout my time... but then i began to rationalise."

I was Victoria Archambeau, someone who had battled cancer for four years, someone who used to be a sister and a daughter, someone who died in 1785, but most of all i was a 141 year old vampire and i would be damned if i let a man be the reason i ended myself.

I wiped a hand over my mouth, the red lipstick i had carefully painted onto my lips in the morning had long since been rubbed off, and I started to walk away from the park. I walked for a while until i came to a church.

The second i saw it i knew that it was where Louis had been turned.

I swallowed before I walked up the steps and entered the building.

The space was empty, it was only 5 in the morning, but still it felt full of stories. If the walls could talk i would have been choking on the retelling it told after witnessing what happened to Louis.

I stopped at the enterance. The last church i had been to was back in Paris. It was the same church that i later found out housed a covern of vampires underneath. I had been scepticle of buildings like these ever since.

I entered, non the less, and I walked all the way down the aisle.

With some twisted logic I imagined myself walking the aisle in a white dress and seeing Lestat stood by the altar.

He would be wearing a white suit and next to him would be Louis- his best man.

I imagined meeting him at the altar as he moved my veil over my head to reveal my face- my mouth, covered in blood just like it was now... and I imaged him smiling at what he had created.

Suddenly my thoughts got interrupted as my head whipped to look at the door i had just entered in. There, throwing the doors open was my sister. I blinked twice as i stumbled back into one of the pews, finding myself sitting against my will.

She looked the same as she did when i left for France all those years ago- she was the same age, she wore the same dress.... She looked sad.

She opened her mouth and screamed for the ceremony to stop.

I looked back at the altar to see the wedding still continuing.

I watched as she rushed up to me, in my white dress, and pulled my arm

I couldn't hear her. I couldn't see her. I continued looking at Lestat with a bloody smile on my face.

I almost wanted to scream for myself to see her, but when i opened my mouth no words tumbled out...

Instead i watched in horror as Lestat and i exchanged rings before we smiled at each other and started to acknowledge my sister.

She stumbled back a little, seeing the red around my mouth.

"Vicky?" She questioned as she stepped back

Suddenly Louis, Lestat and i lounged at her.

I couldn't tear my eyes away as we all started to pin her down and drain the life out of her

I continued screaming out, not sure if i was even making a noise in reality.

I cried as my sister looked to me for help- the real me- and i screamed as Lestat reached forward and snapped her neck.

I looked away, my head turning as reality crashed back to me.

I sat panting as i slowly stopped screaming.

The red tears stained my top as i tried to heave in air.

It wasn't real, it wasn't real, it wasn't-

I made the mistake of turning to look at the altar again. This time i didn't see the three of us attacking my sister, but I still saw a dried pool of blood, stained into the wooden floor.

That must have been where Lestat turned Louis.

I cried out again as i screwed my eyes shut. He was haunting me, Lestat was everywhere. I could not escape him- what a fool i was to even consider dying to get out of it all. He would find a way to keep me with him... even in death i was never going to get away from Lestat de Lioncourt.

I was in too deep, too isolated from anyone else that could help. No one was like us, no one would be strong enough to-

Suddenly i felt a presence beside me.

I turned to them, my fangs pertruding, ready to kill them where they sat beside me... but the second my eyes adjusted and i saw who it was...

"Help me" I whispered as i completely crumbled

My fangs retreated as i felt myself breaking down

"What did he do?" They whispered as they held my limp form in their arms

"What hasn't he done in the centuries i have unconsciously being living as his pet?"

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