Interview with the Vampire(s)

Chapter 5: Interview second attempt.

The next morning, well night depending on what you classify mornings as for vampires, brought Alcina and Lestat together in the cramped space of his area of the bus. She spent a good twenty minutes setting her equipment up, once she was sure her mic was set up, she began to talk.

"Alright today is June 15th, 2022. I am once more joined by Lestat de Lioncourt as we deep dive into his horrid past. Now Lestat last time we ended on where you first saw Louis de Pointe du Lac. As a recap that was in 1910 New Orleans on Liberty Street at a local whorehouse where they we're both vying for a Miss Lily's attention."

Lestat hummed with a content smile on his face before he responded. "Oui. That was our first meeting, our second meeting was on a Friday night at a poker game. I believe it was host by a Monsieur Tom Anderson. I had been allowed to join, what he called, a friendly poker game simply because I bought my way in while mon Saint Louis, was invited by the man. Nothing wrong with the invitation but as I sat there listening to these men talk down to Louis I felt rage, pure anger at them for trying to cause torture to someone I saw as mine."

Alcina kept up with his words in her doc as the mic took every syllable in. Her fingers flew over the keys before she stopped to ask a question. She wasn't even going to attempt to tackle the seeing someone as property thing yet, but it was definitely a red flag at least to her it was a major red flag. She decided on tackling that problem at the next interview.

"What did you say to him? You clearly had to say something to him whether that had been derogatory or not is another issue, but you had to have said something."

"I used my gift to speak to him, to tell him that these men, who supposedly saw him as an equal never did. That they were only using him simply because he wanted to better himself and his family's standing in the city, a city that hated them. Naturally after those words I swayed him into helping me find my way around the city."

Alcina hummed and made sure to note Lestat's words and his mannerisms. She knew this was going to be a long and exhausting session.

"So, the two of you had this whirlwind romance where you wined and dined him?"

Lestat's eye seemed to twitch at her words. While her words were true for the situation, they insulted the rose-tinted memory Lestat had created of the situation. For Lestat the situation was one were both he and Louis were in love and happy with each other, one where he had made some mistakes sure, but he didn't treat Louis like his father treated Gaberille or at least he thought.

"Non. You misunderstood Miss Molloy, rushing ahead of the story. You are meant to savor the story like one does a wine." Lestat huffed out.

"Right." Alcina's word was drawn out while being filled with exhaustion and just all-around annoyance.

Rubbing her temples and making sure her reading glasses were pushed out of the way she dug the heels of her hands into her eyes.

"I'll ask you again Lestat, did you or did you not wine and dine him?"

"It was less of wine and dining and more so, mmm, proper courting as one would do a lady back then. I would take him to the opera, walks around the park, have him help me pick out a new wardrobe."

"So, you courted him. Whatever. You still in all technicalities wined and dined him. Why? Why go through all this drama and play for one guy?"

The question struck deep for Lestat. Rage had entered his veins, how dare Alcina question his feelings for his Saint Louis. How dare she? Alcina looked up at the long moment of silence, looking at him she rolled her eyes.

"You know nothing of my time with my Saint Louis," Alcina cut him off.

"Your right, I don't but from what you're telling me it wouldn't be that hard to guess. You traveled from France heading for Saint Louis, the city, met Louis de Pointe du Lac and decided he was where you were meant to be. Not a city but a person. From what you are telling me you took all the bad parts of you, all the bad parts of him and expected a healthy relationship," Lestat let out a snarl of anger at her words.

"Fermez-la! You know nothing! Nothing! You are a child!"

"Do you have borderline personality disorder Lestat?" Alcina's voice was calm, too calm.

Her words seemed to have yet again delivered what seemed to be a mental blow. Putting her glasses back into place on her face Alcina looked at him calmly.

"Do you?"

"Non." Lestat grumbled.

Lestat seemed to realize that Alcina wasn't going to just give into him like Louis used to, like Gaberille used to at a certain point in time. Alcina gave him his attitude back all while seemingly demeaning him with no problem. She was starting to knock him down off of his throne, starting to knock him off his egotistical pillar that he spent decades building.

"So once more, Lestat, you wine and dine Louis?"

"If that's how you see it than yes. I did." He grumbled like a child.

"So, you did that then what? You finally convinced him into your coffin?"

"Non," Lestat was speaking through gritted teeth at this point.

"So, what happened?"

"We spent time together, hid in shame as he wanted. I wanted him to love me and if that meant doing as Mon Saint Louis wanted I would. Walks in the park, being his business partner," Lestat's words now seemed bitter.

Alcina took note of the tone of his voice in her doc before she decided she had enough for the day. She truly didn't but she was starting to crave a cigarette and knew they were getting close to the next touring city.

"Right for what's left of my little sanity we're done for the day. No more questions, no more shitty answers. I'm going to go through this recording and the last recording to make sure my transcript is up to date." Alcina turned her mic off and gathered her gear up.

"Do not forget mon petit écrivain en colère, that tonight is your first side gig for us as a photographe for our show. Ne faites pas une seule erreur sinon." Lestat spoke.

"Never agreed to it but fine. Maybe I'll fuck up a few shots just to piss you off, motherfucker." She hissed the last word before storming off to her bunk.