If you were the last vampire on earth... it would be enough. Just you and me. Me and you. YOU AND ME!
"You, my love, are beauty itself"
OR
The retailing of Lestats life told by the closest person to the man himself- the only vampire on earth who kn...
The night air seemed a little colder the day that Lestat and I saw the young ones again. It was a Wednesday... or maybe a Thursday- either way I would never forget the events which happened.
The nights events had been brewing for a week- Santiago had his coven plaster posters around Paris with titles in bold: A trial to remember- three vampires accused of treacherous and unnatural crimes.
...
As if on cue Daniel places a copy of the poster on the table in front of us.
It looks exactly how I remembered
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I stare at it for a minute, not willing to reach out and pick up the paper, but allowing myself the chance to cast my eyes over the object.
"How did you react when you realised Lestat and Santiago's plan was to put Louis and Claudia on trial after your wedding?" Molloy asks
I continue staring at the poster, basking in memories as I stare at Claudia's face which looks back at me.
"Vic?" Molloy asks as he reaches a hand out and places it flat on top of the poster.
My eyes jump up to his as I tilt my head
"This is a sensitive subject for me- I will answer when I am ready" I say to the man infront of me with red stinging my eyes
Molloy wavers, ready to clap back at me like he would have when we first met, but instead he simply removes his hand and sits back in his chair. The action doesn't go unnoticed by me.
After a minute of staring at the poster I give Molloy my full attention
"I was devistated" I say, honestly
As the words exit my lips Molloy stills.
I hadn't been vulnerable to him in quite a while, but I felt the need.
"I would be lying if I continued telling you I didn't care about my children from the moment they betrayed us because every time I thought of them I thought about the good times- when we sat in the kitchen and talked, when Claudia sat on the floor and watched me paint... Lestat and I gave them a place in our home- i allowed Claudia to call me her Mother- i thought I had distanced myself enough from her, but when the plan to put them on trial was told to me... I weeped for hours" I speak honestly "this was not how I had wanted our family to end... this was not how things were supposed to turn out" I stutter
Molloy sits in silence as I speak in a low voice.
Only occasionally did I speak from the heart, but this was one of those times. It felt only right.
"Did you try to stop it?" Molloy asks in a soft tone after a moment- it was clear that even he felt sympathetic
