The Last Vampire on Earth ?? | OC x Lestat | Interview with the Vampire

"I will start from the beginning... the very beginning"

I was born in 1750 to a small family. It was just me, my sister and my Parents. I loved it.

My life was grand- my family were anything but poor- we lived in France for a while, it was where i was born, but my Mother and Father did not like it as much as i did.

During the 1760s France wasn't as... calm as they liked. It wasn't hard to understand why- the tension was beginning to swell the streets as the revolution began brewing.

Instead we moved to Rochester, New York. I hated it. I didn't understand how it was any better than my Paris.

The second i could i moved back to France. It was my home, my love, my culture. I left my Parents and sister in New York when i was 28- moving back to Paris in 1778.

I could sense the shift in society since i had left. The streets still held their tension, but no longer was there only political tension... I also felt social tension. New people had moved into town or should i say old people had started to make themselves known again.

I had purchased an apartment, a reasonable size with an unreasonable rent price, but i had some money and not many other options. It was quaint.

It was down a side street, one that many a horse and carriage rode down. I often found myself gazing out of my window trying to spot them.

That was until one day. That day i was reminded why you should just keep to yourself... why you shouldn't spend your days gazing out of windows.

The year was 1781. It was around 8pm and i was doing what i did best- gazing.

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A carriage pulled into the road, as they always did and i didn't think much of it. I had spent the afternoon painting by the window- it was a hobby i enjoyed and liked to do often.

By the time the night rolled in i was in a trance. I couldn't stop painting- i wouldn't stop painting. This happened when i knew i was on the verge of creating a masterpiece. A white carriage was the only thing that caught my attention, if but for a moment.

I glanced at it every so often as i stood by the window.

I saw a blonde haired man exit the carriage and that caught my attention a little more. I had seen pictures of him, they were all around town on theatre posters.

I hadn't seen the production... i made excuses to myself- said i was too busy or i couldn't afford to go, but i knew they were lies. In truth i knew i would love to see a theatre production again- i was in a theatre group back in New York, but it only brought back sour memories.

I tore my eyes away from the blonde man as i gazed back at my painting. I continued to blend the swirls of colours together as it started to resemble what i had envisioned. It took me almost a week to source the paints and i had already used up half of the tubes. The colours were the most vibrant i could find and they had cost me a lot.

As my paintbrush lingered on the canvas I started to hear laughter outside. Against my better judgment i gazed down and saw that the blonde haired man, the one that exited the white carriage, was now standing next to a younger looking man.

He didn't dress himself in a brightly coloured cloak, as the blonde did, which made their status difference clear to see. Yet the blonde stood close to him... very close to him.

I glanced quickly between my current painting and the men outside and i took the art off the easel.

I leaned the unfinished picture against my wall before i placed a new, white, canvas onto the wooden frame.

I started to paint the two men as they strolled and chatted. They might not have attracted much attention, walking down a dark street and secretly whispering in each others ears, but they had my attention... not that it counted for much.

I started to paint the two. I made quick work of outlining their figures, how they stood shoulder to shoulder, how the blonde was slightly taller than the brunette.

By the time I glanced back down at the two i had created the outline of a masterpiece, i could tell. I smiled at the start of the painting on the canvas before me, the two men walking, before i looked at the stone road bellow my building once more.

I expected to see the two men yet they were gone. I quickly stood as i placed my pallet onto my stool and i looked out the window further. I glanced up the street and i saw them, only they were now joined by a third.

I watched beside the thin curtain as it did its job- hiding me from sight. I stood as i witnessed the event that would change my life.

I saw the third man, that had joined the couple, throw up his hand.

To my shock the blonde man flew across the floor.

Yet I wasn't scared, God i knew i should have been, but I wasn't... i was intrigued.

When the person lifted their hands again and threw the blondes companion down the street i gasped.

Were these the group of people i had been searching for? Where they the answer to the problem I couldn't fix?

I watched as the blonde man called out to the brunette.

Who were they? And could i picture the scene which just unfolded long enough to paint it?

Italics- talking in the present time with Molloy mostly