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

The Irreversible

I never understood why someone would detest such a beautiful man and i don't believe i ever will... if you want to hear the story first hand, you should ask Lestat- i am... i am not the vampire you need to interview when it comes to Nicky" I admit "But i know the aftermath of the night Nicky died"

I look away as i picture it

...

It was raining, an often occurrence in France, but it casted the mood that would follow.

I was unaware as i went about my business. I had been moving a few of my things about- making room for the new requirements i had now that i was a vampire.

I remember holding a pillow when i heard the door slam- intending to pack up my bed to make room for a coffin.

It was 2 in the morning, but I wasn't too concerned- i knew who it was.

"Lestat i am in the bedroom" I called as i placed the pillow into a box.

I waited for a minute, not hearing him make any move to come and join me in the room, before i stopped what i was doing and walked into the living room.

He was stood there covered in blood.

He had been hunting, that much was for sure, however he was usually good at cleaning up after himself. It was usually me that left the mess behind.

"Lestat?" I called as i stepped closer to him "My love?" I asked again

He looked up at me when i said the phrase.

His eyes held a distant look, he looked like he had seen a ghost.

Suddenly he started to fall forward- i ran to him as he collapsed into my arms.

"My love!" I shouted as i lowered us both to the floor.

We sat there as i checked over him. He wasn't injured i concluded.

As i continued checking his hands and arms he muttered

"Nicolas" He spoke. His voice did not hold his usual tone- he sounded empty and dejected.

"He... Nicolas... he's dead" He pushed the words out as he continued to stare ahead, eyes glossed over.

I looked at him as i felt myself go through all the emotions.

My first thought: He couldn't be. Lestat had been talking about him just a few days ago

My second thought: Well Lestat would not lie about this. He would know if his Lover was dead- he could hear his loves thoughts unlike my own.

My third thought: Lestat... poor poor Lestat

I gathered the broken man in my arms, not sure what else i could do.

I was ment to be leaving for New York that next morning, but i knew I couldn't leave him.

I sat with him for hours. Some minutes he would cry tears of red and some he would just sit beside me in complete silence while he dissociated- i imagined he was seeing his dead lover again through his minds eye.

It was around 5am when he started explaining what had happened.

"A week ago he... he begged. He had pleaded me to turn him" He whispered and i barely heard him "I told him I shouldn't, told him that i would only turn someone if they were dying...  but he convinced me. He told me he would end himself if i didn't... and so i did" He started to cry as i stoked his hair

"He turned a few days ago- i had intended to tell you, but you were so excited to go back to New York-"

"It's ok" I whispered to him as he began to stutter through his tears "You do not have to explain to me, i understand"

He turned his face into my neck as he cried. I had never seen him like that before.

He pulled away a few minutes later as he chose to continue

"I had always said Nicky and I- we were only ment to be together in this life alone... but he demanded more. When i turned him he grew even more sad then he was before. I... I think he believed that becoming a vampire would heal him from himself. He was wrong." He sighed

"This afternoon i went to visit him at my theatre and he cursed me out- said horrible things to me... i accounted it down to the darkness consuming him, but they still stung. Then he demanded the theatre, said he had joined Armands coven and they were to use the theatre to produce vampire plays... i relented and passed it over but... but it wasn't enough." He cried "He... he killed himself a few hours later after he... he tried to burn my theatre down."

I gasped as he sobs loudly again

"Did i not give him enough? Was i not a good lover?" He cried

I didn't answer him, knowing it is not my answers he seeked.

We sat there for hours, if not days. I just held him- just loved him- as he poured his soul out for his dead lover who we could not get back.

...

"Lestat would not be the same again. He would recover, in time, but he would think of Nicky often." I concluded

"What happened after that? Did you end up visiting your family in New York?- I assume that's why you were going" Daniel asks, his past sarcastic tone has gone and is replaced by one of curiosity and a hint of genuine pity.

The retelling of Nicky's story hadn't just left me in a sad mood, remembering that night, but it also seemed to have affected Daniel.

"No. I never saw my sister again" I whisper "After i did not go to New York she stopped sending me letters. My family moved and she never told me where" I breathe "She thought i abandoned them, believed i had changed my mind now that i had been 'cured' and that i no longer wanted to see them. My Parents always resented me leaving to go back to France and so they filled her head with untrue stories about how I had never intended to return, she was 15 and easily malleable.... I never bothered to change her mind" I said

"But surely you could have gone to New York another time-"

"You don't understand. I already knew it was a bad idea going back to them as a fledgling. All it could take was one person cutting their hand and i could have drained my family dry for all i knew... no i took the out and let them perceive me as a villain." I said "I had a new family in France anyway... i had Lestat to take care of after Nicky's passing and i was more then happy to just exist with him"

I swallow "It took me a few decades to get over the fact I had turned into a vampire for my sister and she had abandoned me after a missed visit, but it took Lestat almost 50 years to heal from his wounds which were far deeper then my own. But i was with him the whole time.

When he did suggested we move somewhere else, after quite a few years of healing, i agreed as long as i could keep my french apartment" I say with a sad smile as i look around the space "We sit in it now"

Daniel's quiet for a moment as he thinks, but when he figures it out he speaks loudly

"That's when you both went to New Orleans- that's where you met Louis" He says

I nod, sadly, as i sit and think about Nicky, not ready to move on my story yet knowing how much that day took its toll on Lestat and our little family.