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My flesh sizzled and crackled. I screamed as I was burned alive. My skin popped and squeaked, it bubbled and melted . I was finding it hard to draw breath as I staggered toward my beloved Louis and the brag child Claudia. He

looked at me with pitying and horrified eyes and she looked this shock and also wonder-secretly she was glad to see my pain. Bitch.

They ran past me and out of the house with out looking back. They left me. I could barely see. I was loosing my mind with pain. I though I knew what that word meant-pain-before but in those moments I realised I knew nothing of it.

As I crashed about the house the curtains and carpets, the furniture and painting caught fire too and the whole house became an inferno, making my death all the more imminent.

But I would not let that happen. I would not, could not, die yet. I was Lestat! The fearless, the insatiable, the cruel. This was not how I would die, not before I had punished Claudia for trying to kill me not once, but now twice. I was not ready to let Louis go yet either. I had not let either of them go, they had escaped. And my lust for life was not extinguished! I was not ready to give up the immortal coil yet! I had so much to do, so much to see. My passion burned brighter and more intense than the flames that

licked at my body and consumed the house that trapped me. No, Lestat was down but not out yet.

Seeing that my way was barred by fire at every exit, I did the only thing I could do. I went down. Straight out of the window, I crashed, falling, cut

by glass and landed, broken, on the cobbled street below. The pain was excruciating and I hear people scream. I must have been a sight! But I rolled around on the floor to put out the flames. People batted me with coats and other apparel and tried to help me but I got up and ran as fast as I could through the streets , even though my flesh and bones groaned and

tore apart in protest. Using the last remnants of adrenaline and strength I made my way hazily to a graveyard, where I found a crypt and wearily fell in a coffin.



I slept for days before the pains of my body woke me. I was ravenously hungry and in hurting so much. My skin was blackened and crackled, completely melted in places on my arms, back and part of my face. My hair was singed in some places or else completely burned away leaving the scalp raw and exposed. My movements were slow, my vision impaired from glass caught in my eyes and my wrist was broken. My lunged burned because I had

involuntarily inhaled smoke. Thankfully I did not need to breathe so it did not over come me and cause me to collapse but it still hurt all the same. I looked horrific! I wanted to weep over my once beautiful countenance that was now gargoyle like in nature. I did sob for a while. I sobbed because Louis had left me. I wept for ever making Claudia and doing to her what I

did. I cried over the pain and ugliness of my selfishness, ugliness and own sense on loss.



Slowly the tears stopped and I became more like the old Lestat, scolding myself for my weakness and pitifulness. I needed help, I needed someone I could trust but most of all I needed to feed before I could do anything

else. Fortunately for me, I found a mourning woman in the graveyard I had slept in. I crept up behind her and surprised her. I would not be able to detain her if she fought back, I was too weak and my wrist was still broken.

I grabbed her one armed from behind and she barely struggled, in shock of my looks, as I sunk my teeth into her neck. I drained her nearly dry, almost forgetting to stop at that most important point where the soul leaves the body and you find yourself drinking from a fresh corpse. Revolting and potentially deadly. I felt instantly better, stronger. My body began to heal, knit itself back together very slowly. I knew it would not heal as quickly as other kinds of wounds. Burns just affected my kind that way. We

could be killed by it and so it took longer to heal when we did survive it.

I needed to find someone to help me, somewhere safe to rest but just as I was about to leave I saw a little girl crying behind a gravestone. She had little blonde curls and was only six or seven. She reminded me of Claudia

and with a fury of what she had done, spurred on by my aches and pains, I snatched the girl up and bit her. I drank her sweet, innocent blood, so like Claudia when I first bit her. I pulled away from her sobbing, quivering throat and shuck her roughly.

“Why? Why did she do it? Why did Louis do it? How could he?!? After all I did for them! They abandoned me! I loved them and they misunderstood and treated me with contempt. They plotted behind my back, she put the plans in motion and Louis, he went along with it! The weak fool! How I hat them! How I love them! But they did not love me. No, they did not love me. I was not enough for them. Hmm well Lestat needs no one. I will make others love me. I

WILL be loved.

The girl had ceased crying and was now staring at me with terror on her face. I put her down.

“Run. Run now!” I hissed. She ran.

With the fresh blood in me I felt strong enough to try to find someone help me. And I had just the person.

Armand. My very own vagabond child of darkness, no more. Not since I shattered the illusions of him and his fellow vagrant vampire fiends, who thought they were serving God’s will by existing as servants of the devil.

I could go to him. He would help me. I would go see Armand.