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

That day i did not sleep. I did not feel i could.

My ticket to the theatre sat firmly in my hand for most of the morning, by afternoon i had placed it onto the dining table and by evening i was stood over it asking myself why i agreed to attend.

I don't remember when i came to the conclusion that i was being ridiculous, but somehow i made it out of my apartment- ticket in hand.

"May I interject?"

My attention gets hurtled over to Daniel as i nod

"I'm just not quite understanding why you were so reserved about going to the theatre to watch Lestat- or about leaving your apartment in general. As you so clearly expressed- you two were friends. Surely a friend would have wanted to support another friend by attending?"

I shake my head as i look away from him

"The only words i have for you are these... One of the worst things that can happen to you when you are human is having a terminal illness. You wouldn't understand because you haven't had cancer, but it's not the illness itself which caused me to squirrel myself away from 1780s France... it was the symptoms. Nausea, vomiting, cold sweats, fatigue.. need i go on. To leave the house, some days, made me feel like the weak link to a fast-paced changing society... I felt ashamed.

Nowadays there is medicine and treatments- people who have cancer can survive or at least limit the effect it has on their lives... back when I had it i was lucky enough to have even been told the name of what i had. There was no stopping how fast it attacked a body... attacked my body"

I look at Daniel, having been avoiding his eye contact while explaining. I chuckle once, although it lacks humour, as i look at him

"Do not pity me, Mr Molloy, God knows you have your own struggles" I say as i glance at his shaking hand "But without experiencing cancer... i ask that you give me some exception for being nervous to leave my safe space"

It's quiet until i speak again

"There was no way to predict when the symptoms would start... that much was clear as soon as the second act started, but before my night at the theatre was interrupted I remember feeling so at awe with the way Lestat performed that night..."

...

Lestat was right, the seats which i had been given were the best ones in the house. I could see everything.

I got there at 6.30- just as instructed- and i was shown to my seat for 6.45.

I had wanted to glance over the edge of the stall, however i refrained as just imaging the sight sent my stomach into a twister. But i could see how packed the seats around me were.

In the stalls, where i was, there were only a few seats available. The rest of the audience around me had to stand. My seat was separated by a partition, as if keeping the other people from getting too close.

I made a mental note to thank Lestat for picking one of the good seats after the show had concluded.

Just as the thought came into my head someone crossed onto the stage and started to light the candles.

It was beginning.

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I spent the first half of the performance utterly in awe. I knew he was a good actor- that was plain to see by the way he carried himself- but his performance that night was... extraordinary

He had this ability to transport the audience. I was no longer sitting in a theatre in France watching him- the audience and i were inside the story with him.