THE LAST VAMPIRE | Lestat | Interview with the Vampire

The Aftermath

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Thanks for 14k + 15k along with all your nice comments on the last part as well. As an author with a plan seeing your reactions to the twists and turns makes me so happy lmao x

Now onto a more sad note.....
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In one night I went from having a family and a loving partner to having non of it. Yes we had our issues- Louis and Lestat never saw eye to eye and Claudia always wanted me to step up to a roll I knew I couldn't... and Lestat was Lestat.

But i never wanted it to end the way it did- I never wanted to cast out the young ones but i had no choice after what they did to Lestat.

My Lestat was dead. His throat slit and his body poisoned... and he was stabbed.

Stabbed by me... I think by me. Nothing from that night is very clear.

I don't know why I did it, I always assumed I slipped while trying to keep Lestat from Claudia, but in reality I had no recollection.

I didn't bury Lestat after- I couldn't bring myself to place him in the ground and seal over the top... I knew he wasn't really gone forever- he couldn't be gone forever, yet I felt torn.

I knew I never wanted him to die... but now that he was gone I found myself feeling lighter. I was heartbroken and raked with grief but I also found myself thinking about the moments that plagued us before.

Like when he first turned Louis behind my back.

Or when he tossed me to the side multiple times in order to have his affairs-

I didn't feel second best anymore- I just felt sad.

The day after the killing I finally closed the lid to Lestats coffin. It sat in the ballroom, where the party was held and where he lost his life.

I went to Rachel and officially moved her into our home. I thought it only fair- although I was grieving and heartbroken, she didn't have to suffer in some old church anymore.

She stayed by my side as I sat in the room where it happened for hours. 🎶

I was broken yet healed and it was a weird feeling.

But overall I missed Lestat. I missed his laugh, I missed his smile and I missed his touch.

My Lestat could be a selfish man, but he was mine.

One day, while sat in the ballroom with my head against the wall and my knees to my chest, I decided to start planning.

So I racked my brains for what to do next- my original plan was long scrapped. I had been intending to convince Lestat to visit my family, then we would move closer to them and bring Claudia and Louis with us. We needed to get out of New Orleans as people were growing suspicious and God knew how they probably reacted when ten of their community didn't return from our home the nights prior.

But I hadn't left the house since that night so I had no idea the pitchforks which awaited us outside our heavy front door

So I decided- we would move back to France. We would meet up with Armands coven and we would join forces... Lestat had taken lessons from the man of vampiric nature before he turned me and he had even helped them create the theatre the coven now live around... only he had given it to Nicky and there was a great fire, but the burnt coven still longed to see Lestat again- if we returned to them then we could grow stronger. We could bring Claudia and Louis down.

My children needed to be stopped. Our children needed to be stopped.

I was no Mother and Lestat no Father but those vampires were our responsibility- Lestat created them and when I allowed him to place a ring on my finger I also accepted that responsibility and I would be damned if I let them get away with murdering their Father.

My pen slid off the page as I grew angrier.

I took a breath and blinked a few times before I looked around. I hadn't even realised I was writing.

Still as I sat up a little straighter and looked at the notes before me, I smiled.

The plan looked good.

"We will avenge you, my love, if it's the last thing we do" I said as I turned my head towards the coffin in the centre of the room.

My smile grew as I slowly saw the coffin lid sliding back a hairline crack.

I smiled as I stood and started dragging one of the bodies towards the outstretched hand which poked out.

As the hand felt the bodies skin it clasped its arm before it ripped it off and brought it into the coffin.

Soft sounds of suckling were heard as I smiled

"Tomorrow, my love, we leave for France tomorrow" I said as I sat with my back to the coffins side.

Short filler chapter I'm sorry- I landed back from Cyprus yesterday and I'm a little disoriented as well as in the middle of writing a new book in my Prison break series. If you've not checked out my Prison break book before, you defo should (lmao) it's completed and awaiting a sequel rn.

Thanks for reading x