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I'M THE VAMPIRE LESTAT REMEMBER ME? THE vampire who becaraphy? The one with the blond hair and the gray eyes, and the insatiable desire for visibility and fa century that didn't have any place for the literal evil that I a the devil on the painted stage

And I was off to a good start e talked last I'd just made my debut in San Francisco-first "live concert" for e success My autobiography was doing respectably with both the dead and the undead

Then so utterly unforeseen took place Well, at least I hadn't seen it co froht say

Well, it's all over nohat followed I've survived, obviously I wouldn't be talking to you if I hadn't And the cosmic dust has finally settled; and the small rift in the world's fabric of rational beliefs has been mended, or at least closed

I'm a little sadder for all of it, and a little meaner and a little more conscientious as well I'h the huuished and hungry being who both loves and detests this invincible immortal shell in which I'm locked

The blood thirst? Insatiable, though physically I have never needed the blood less Possibly I could exist noithout it altogether But the lust I feel for everything that walks tells me that this will never be put to the test

You know, it was never h the blood is all things sensual that a creature could desire; it's the intireat heart-to-heart dance that takes place as the victi the death which, for a split second, blazes as large as the life

That's deceptive, however No death can be as large as a life And that's why I keep taking life, isn't it? And I'et The fact that I know it only makes it worse

Of course I can still pass for human; all of us can, in one way or another, no lasses, hands in pockets-it usually does the trick I like sliuise now, and a pair of plain black boots that are good for walking on any terrain But now and then I wear the fancier silks which people like in these southern climes where I now reside

If someone does look too closely, then there is a little telepathic razzle-dazzle: Perfectly nor teeth easily concealed, and the oes his way

Occasionally I throw up all the disguises; I just go out the way I a, a velvet blazer thator two on h the don crowds in this lovely corrupt southern city; or stroll slowly along the beaches, breathing the warm southern breeze, on sands that are as white as the moon

Nobody stares for more than a second or two There are too s around us-horrors, threats, mysteries that draw you in and then inevitably disenchant you Back to the predictable and hu to co Beauty's dead

It's the same for the others who have survived with me, and who share this hot and verdant little corner of the universe-the southeastern tip of the North Aimmortals if ever there was such a place

It's good to have them with ht I wanted: a grand coven of the wise, the enduring, the ancient, and the careless young

But ah, the agony of being anonyreedy monster that I am The soft murmur of preternatural voices can't distract nition was too seductive-the record albu in front of the stage Never mind that they didn't really believe I was a va my name!