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

The First Moments Shared

I let out a breath i wasn't aware i was holding.

"I came to see if you were alright, you seemed spooked when you realised where the coven of Vampires lived" He said as he leaned down and picked up the canvas "But i see that you are alright so it seems i wasted a journey"

I quickly walked over to him and took the canvas out of his hands.

He looked offended but i ignored it

"I told you- i had been looking for a vampire for three years- being told that there was a coven of them a few yards away from my home made me ill thinking of all the time i had wasted" I lied

Lestat simply followed me as i walked across the hallway and opened the door to another room.

"You remind me, i never asked why you have been searching for a vampire for so long. I assume you require my services to turn you and stop the inevitable " He said with a flick of his hand as if he wasn't talking about me dying

I sighed as i reached behind the door to try to find the lamp in the other room

"That's the problem. I want to die- i want to stop the symptoms of my disease- stop the fainting, stop the nausea, stop the cold sweats at night- stop everything, but i don't know how to do it. The pain when ending it all... who would want that? I need a quick exit before i come back..."

The lamp lit up the room as i stepped inside, my words trailing off. I walked into the centre of the space as i gazed at one of the walls.

Lestat joined me a second later and we both stood looking at the walls that held every single one of the paintings i had done since moving back to Paris... minus the ones i had sold.

Lestat was quiet as we both stood looking from canvas to canvas, in total there were 65- missing out the most recent addition of Lestat.

I glanced at him, occasionally, before i had sighed- bored- and went to hang the portrait of him on one of the few spaces available on the walls in the room.

I spent a few moments adjusting it, making sure it was level on the prepositioned nail.

After i was satisfied i walked back over to the blonde and looked over my works again.

"Victoria... ce sont-"

(Victoria... these are-)

"Trop répétitif... I know" I sighed as i crossed my arms

(Too repetitive...)

"I was going to say beautiful" He breathed

I only turned my head, not my body- just my eyes- and i looked at him as he did the same to me.

"Alors pourquoi as-tu besoin de moi, mon amour?" He breathed

(So why do you need me, love?)

We looked at each other for a while before i looked away again, glancing back at the wall of art to avoid looking at him as i spoke

I spoke quietly "It's getting worse, my condition, it has been slowly killing me for the past three years, but lately i can feel it starting to get worse-"

"How am i to help you if not to just kill you quicker-" Lestat interrupted, clearly confused, but i cut him off

"Lestat you tasted it. I have cancer. It's a kind which i am told could give me years or days- it can not be determined" j said as i glanced away from him "I am asking for you to turn me when the cancer takes me but not because i want to live, but because I love my sister too much to let her suffer what is left behind when i die. When I die I fear she won't be able to live without me. It will destroy her, she is only young she has not yet been touched by the repercussions of a death. She does not know the feeling of loss. She will not survive it.