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

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After the words exit my mouth I witness a sharp turn of the head from Molloy.

"Rachel is a vampire?" He asks

I smile as I nod

"But she... how do I put this- she doesn't seem like the others I've met. She's unsure of herself, quiet and most of all she serves you" he says as we sit on the bench

At that I laugh

"Rachel doesn't serve me. Have you never asked your family to grab something for you, have you never had your younger cousin look up to you or treat you like their role model?" I ask

Molloy wavers before he nods

"I'm just shocked I guess." He says as he scratches his head. I imagined not much shocked Molloy these days but I was very selective about who I told the full story of Rachel, it was no wonder Louis had left her out of his story

"I recall you reassuring me that she was an ordinary human, however- back when we first met" Molloy speaks again

"Now that's where you're wrong... did I say that? In fact I recall myself saying 'yes, she is called Rachel... and she is helping me'- that's all I said"

I register the way Molloys expression fills with realisation

"You're doing it again, you're twisting things- it's what you do isn't it?" He says quickly

At that I laugh

His turn to accusation after he was wrong was amusing.

"Twisting things- sure if that's what you want to call it, but in reality I've never not been truthful have I Molloy?" I ask with a smile "as much as you might want your subjects to be open and cooperative- this is my life we are discussing like it's some story for you humans to entertain yourselves with... I have a right to keep information if I please" I speak with a hiss

Molloy, feeling the tension increasing, decides to nod and move on the interview

"Alright, fine.... But tell me- you met Rachel- vampire Rachel- here? How did she survive and why was she turned?" He asks

I smile as I look away from him and stare at the tree ahead of us as we sit on the bench.

It was the same tree that had been growing in the same place for decades. The same tree I stared at as Rachel explained herself the night I first met her....

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"I don't understand, how are you here?" I asked with a shocked laugh "Don't get me wrong, you are the missing piece I longed to know, but how are you still alive?" I asked with an expression of confusion

Rachel smiled as she continued clutching our entwined hands. They sat on her leg as we had felt the need to make sure the other was real sometime into our conversation before.

"The day our family died, it was a bloodbath. I-"

Suddenly she stopped and I almost felt myself lean forward in anticipation.

"Sorry, what should I call you? Cousin sounds to distant for the relationship we can now hold and Mother makes you sound old" she laughed as I unintentionally cringed at the title