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

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The three of us came back from the theatre late the next night.

I hadn't been to a proper showing since before i died and i fought hard to keep a smile on my face for Lestat.

As we had sat together, the three of us watching the play, we looked like friends- we looked like we were friendly, we looked peaceful.

When we arrived home, however, Lestat was quick to disappear into his office. Music was heard not long after as it seeped out from under the door frame.

He was working on some songs... not the ones he plays now in modern times, but orchestral- melodies all the same.

I always told him he was a visionary. Music fit as well with Lestat as his name did- the name coming from the old French word meaning status... Lestat could always command a room through the power of his music and acting talents...

When Louis walked through the door he went the complete opposite way to Lestat. As Lestat worked on ascending the stairs Louis wondered off into the sitting room.

I wasn't sure what he intended to find in there, but i didn't think it mattered to him as long as he knew he was away from his creator.

And me- well I stood in front of the closed front door as i watched the two men in my life storm away.

I contemplated for a moment before i rolled my eyes and started up the stairs.

Men.

I opened the heavy wooden door to my own space in the house, my own sanctuary... one that i had to ask for unlike Lestat who had already been granted a space when we first moved in.

My art gallery and studio space all in one.

I smiled as i shut the door behind me and walked straight over to the window.

I drew back the heavy fabric curtains as the moonlight filtered in through the old glass pains.

I stepped back, the bask of creamy white light hitting my face.

I tried to remember what it felt like to stand in the sun... but i could not.

Instead the thought came and left me quickly. I turned my attention back into the room as i hummed a tune to myself.

It was a melody i heard played as background music for the play we had just watched.

As the tune tumbled out of me, mostly subconsciously, i let my eyes glance over my painting collection.

When Lestat and i moved from Paris i sold almost every piece i had created. All except three.

One: The piece i created while i watched Nicky and Lestat walk togther from my window the first night i saw them.

I had tried to present the work to Lestat. I felt he should be the one to keep it, i always claimed it wasn't my love story it was theirs, but he felt the painting too raw... to real to keep in his sight, so i kept it in mine.

Two: The painting i had made of Lestat that same night- he had looked regal in my minds eye and as i glanced at it i recalled the way he had felt familiar without me even knowing him when i had first painted the person...

I gave the piece to him one night after he had insisted on just watching me paint when i was human. He used to do that, just watching me paint in my french art studio.

He had left that painting in Paris... it was inside the theatre when Nicky tired to burn it down. Still i held hope that it was still there, in one piece.