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

"Now from my understanding, when you first interviewed Louis de Pointe Du lac, it did not end well" I say as i turn to look at him from my spot looking out of my french window.

I had moved there in order to calm myself after explaining the incident that was the death of Nicky.

Daniel swallows as he sits back on the couch

"No, it didn't end well." He confirms with a sigh

"And the second time you interviewed him, which i am told was last week, you ended up barely making it out of his high rise alive." I recall with a scoff "He got into a fight with his lover didn't he? I wouldn't say it surprised me when i was told- Louis being stubborn is not something i am unaccustomed to"

"We reached the end of talking about his life story with Lestat and yourself... he flipped out when i pointed out how the ending he had chosen to believe might not have been what really happened. He set my computer on fire and demanded that i leave his house before he started fighting with-"

"And did he?" I ask "Did he end up believing that he had been wrong his whole life?"

It felt like hours as i waited for Daniel to respond. I was on the edge of a cliff and Daniel's next words would determine whether i jumped or walked away at winning the bet i held with myself.

"No. Louis did not chose to believe me" He said after a while

I smirked as i turned back to look out of the window. The darkness outside gave way to the perfect temperature.

"Typical Louis for you" I say

"But I believe he will figure out he was wrong about Lestat... it is only a matter of time before the life he has built since leaving the two of you will crumble" Daniel speaks from sitting behind me

I smile as i close my eyes for a moment. The breeze hits my face as i sigh

"And i will be counting on that" I say as i turn around

I walk back into the room as i sit opposite Daniel on the couch

"As before i will start from the beginning... not the very beginning this time- but the beginning non the less"

...

The year was 1910 when Lestat and i arrived in New Orleans.

In the years between Nicky's death and then Lestat had been in mourning for almost half a century. I suspected it would have been even longer if i had not been by his side.

In 1836 he had grown tired of France, but i never would. We lived in New York up until 1910... as much as i had tried to push my own sadness away, in order to help Lestat with his, it still wasn't a good place for us to live- too many memories about my old life.

We had a good time there, however. I began to sell my paintings under the fake name of Monet... i joke, but his painting 'Woman with a parasol' was never his painting. I had painted it one gloomy day in the city remembering the fields i used to run around in as a child in France. I had an anonymous letter that promised me 1 million if i gave over the rights and in 1875 i saw my painting being hailed as a masterpiece as it sat with Monet's name underneath.

But i was happy with the 1 million. Before the 1900s being a female painter was looked down at, I couldn't have hoped to have gotten anywhere near as much for one of my paintings as he gave me.

I'm sad to say that after that i lost my love for painting. I had found my other half- Lestat- and painting couples didn't hold the same magic as it used to. No couple ever compared to the two of us.

Lestat had started playing every type of instrument you could imagine. He had always been in love with the arts, but he hadn't started playing instruments until then. Theatre would always be his passion- however tainted it was for a while by Nicky and the way he took Lestats own theatre from him back in France before trying to burn it to the ground before his death.

New Orleans was supposed to be a place of change. A new life that Lestat and i craved.

All the places we had lived had memories attached to them that we could not forget, no matter how hard we tried, but New Orleans was completely new.

We chose a neighbourhood called storyville- a place that didn't fit its name whatsoever.

It was a place of business... a place of gambling and sex. It was a place that Lestat and i- we fit right into.

I call myself theatrical now, well, you should have seen me back in those days.

After becoming a vampire the parts of me which i lost to cancer immediately returned and grew- by 1910 i was ready to catch up on lost time. I had nothing to loose and a man by my side who was just as crazy as i was.

"Are you saying you were a whore, because its sounding a lot like you were referring to being a whore" Daniel says with a raised eyebrow and a dead pan face

I roll my eyes

"No i was not a whore Daniel...but i liked to entertain back then... i was a little theatrical" I say as a cheeky smile crosses my face as I remember the good old days "By the time the 1900s rolled around i had switched staying home and painting for nights on the town... Lestat was more then encouraging of it"

...

I remember the day Lestat first saw Louis like it was yesterday.

We had been fine on our own- the two of us had been together for almost 125 years- but every once in a while the other would find someone who we were intrigued by.

We would both have our fun, separately, but then we would return to each other the next morning and share kisses as if nothing had happened inside our shared coffin- we were never opposed to the other having... a bit of variety- however we never had a lover for more then one night.

Lestat never wanted another since Nicky and i always knew i loved only Lestat, but from the second he saw Louis de pointe du lac i knew the man infront of us would change our routine. I knew he would be the one to place a spanner in the works.

And a spanner he did place, one human-like and shaped like a business man with a concealed knife- a spanner which was hurled at Lestat and i on Liberty street, not even 24 hours since we had arrived in New Orleans.