Before you read this spec, I'd like to explain you in what circumstances it came to me, because I really made this dream. It's one of the few dreams who stay deeply engrave in my memory, certainly by the intensity of the sentiments I felt and the visions as violents. This is THE dream of my life, in all its splendour, its force and its precision, of which we'd like to never stop. I was very young when I read IWTV, about 10 years old. Few time after finished this wonderful reading, I became ill, it wasn't grave, but enough for keep bed one week. During this week, which seems a dream to me while thinking of it, I often fainted, slept all day, and, of course, dreamt. Stranges and bloody dreams, where I fed of human's blood. I was Catherine, I met our beloved vampires, my mortal life was awful and my immortal life sometimes better, sometimes worse. But I stop here, otherwise you won't have to read my text. By writing these words, these lines, my stomach is knoted, like when you are afraid, impatient, or…in love. I hope you'll enjoy it. If you like, tell me, if you dislike, tell me too, but don't be too cruel. I'm just a little girl who only wants to be, at least, in peace with all this stuff. I want to exorcise all my devils.

Who am I ? What am I ? I have certain characteristics of blood's drinkers, but nevertheless I'm not one of them, or at least I don't consider myself as such, contrary to others. The fire and the daylight aren't mortals for me. But I should however be nourishing on blood several times a month. What lucky vampire! You may think. Not as long as it, because if I didn't suppor the beams of the day star, I would have died with my child, and I wouldn't have seen her dying in so horrible conditions.

Since some days, in our biggest happiness, Lestat woke up. He doesn't speak to us yet, or only about words, but his state considerably improved. At present he should be in the apartment of the Royal street with Louis and David, where he gets back. I hope that he will fast recover. We all hope for it.

Just like a good many of us, I'm here for writing my story, although it's uninteresting to my opinion. But David wishes to have a complete file on each surviving immortal, and I don't make exception. Being a very dear person to my heart and for several decades, - although my real nature was unknown to him until his own transformation -, I complied with the request.

And I am here, in front of this exercise book in the coverage of brown leather, opened on a still virgin yellow page streaked with dark lines, a pen in the right hand, ready to sleep on paper all my life. But by where to begin, by where should I begin my story? In the chronology ? No, it's better to follow another order, where my first remember begin, before my mortal life returns to my spirit by from violent knocks, by painful flashes; this memory unbearable and disappeared after … No I stop my incomprehensible allusions, among which your sweet mortals spirits, so intelligent and subtle are they, don't capture the meaning of it. I don't even understand myself. But here is what you wait for, my story.

Who am I ? What am I ? Where am I ? Three questioning which the words beat my forehead while I opened eyes. Catherine de Vierjoncourt. A vampire. In a coffin. Such are my first recollections, the first images which come to my spirit.

A panic fear seized me in the vision of this closed space. I lift the lid, surprised by its thoughtlessness, stand up and detail the room where I was. It was my room. I recognized the various constituents of it that I had chosen exactly and dexterity some weeks earlier.

Everything returned to my memory. My meeting one year ago with this radiant child, this small angel with delicate fair buckles. It had seemed to me while I had spent my whole life to wait for her, while every events preceding our meeting had served only for driving me to her. Oh, but which short life, I was only 17 years old, and freshly arrived at the New World, at New Orleans.

Quickly, I had had to resume my former profession: prostitute. Still sell my body to more or less respectable people. But in time, we got used, and the dullness of this work made me forget fast the reasons of my departure - I should rather say flight - towards this new country. Don't disabuse, the oldest profession of the world as one says wasn't the only one that I did. I danced and sang also, but I learnt all details of my mortal life only long after this animated awaking.

An evening, in the bend of the street Bourbon, in the exit of the French opera, a charming small girl accosted me, a magnificent smile filled with tiny pearls.

" Could you take me back home Madam? I do not find my parents, " she murmured innocently. " Mais bien sûre ", I answered, charmed.

Two men observed us on the other side of the street, two magnificent young people, one brown-haired, the other fair-haired. I have had already seen them, several times even, in the inn where I worked.

The child took my hand and led me towards a particular hotel of the Royal street. Claudia. It was her name. These two syllables collided my heart, my soul quite hard. Clau - dia. This name seemed to me so familiar, as if a small voice had always sung it to me in the ear.

The building was magnificent, the colonial style in its biggest magnificence. Subtle mixture of delicate stones and hard wrought irons. Rest of the French and Spanish occupation, I didn't doubt it.

She introduced me into the inner courtyard and led me in the building. We went up several stairs and crossed numerous rooms. Our route came to an end in a lounge richly decorated, overloaded with gilts and velvet, where from an arrogant wealth emanated.

She made me sit on a wide armchair. I got ready to speak, but she ordered me the silence of her small hand. She approached me languishingly, a glass of wine in the hand, come of one doesn't know where. She tightened it to me. I took it and drunk in one breath. The wine was so delicious, so sweet. The delicious breuvage ran along my throat and went down in my stomach. I closed the eyes of pleasure, savoring the reassurance of this famine which tortured me for days. When I reopened eyes, both men were there.

The light of candles playing on their wax faces, their beauties cut my breath, never I had seen beings so beautiful. Their skins, their eyes, their mouths, their teeth … Everything to them was perfect, quite as Claudia. The tall blond guy named Lestat. He was sublime, blue gleaming eyes, a luxuriant fair mane, and a high powerful stature. The other one, the brown, was called Louis. He was more discreet but, of his somber and mysterious beauty, he enlightened all the room.

Lestat sat down in my side and offered me to drink again, as well as to eat.

" Please, drink, eat. You are our guest. Everything is for will my child ", he whispered while tightening me a dish covered with provisions.

I used, feasted, as I had not done it for a long time.

Louis, in retreat and leaned in the wall, observed us.

Lestat caressed tenderly my face, then the hand went down and touched my breast.

The pleasure invaded me, the head turned me, my vision became confused, the lights vacillated around me, the room waltzed. I felt suddenly sick, and the envy to vomit took me violently. I felt weakening, I lost consciousness bit by bit, my reason abandoned me, I sank into the neglect.

In my sleep, I felt that somebody moved me. Something pricked me or bit me, I don't know, into several places of the body. I moan when I felt the opening of a gaping wound at the level of my throat. It was certainly small, but the drink multiplied my senses.

I appeared from the world of dreams because of the noises of a violent quarrel the echos of which reached me. Louis was in my sides, spending me a wet tissue on the face. I observed the delicate features of his face. Which being sublime! I thought.

I pushed away the thoughtful hand and stood up. I was in a bedroom, his. Books were put untidily on the desk. I was weak, my vision was fragile. I got up shaky, the head turned me, my legs trembled. Louis got up in his turn and supported me. I sent him a shy smile.

I went out of the room and went to the lounge. Claudia seemed very agitated, she shouted. Lestat listened her, without moving, but he bubbled inside.

" Have you seen what you did to her !" Exclaimed Claudia, " Have you seen in which state you put her ! I didn't want to hurt her. I wanted to keep her as partner. You took her too much, now, there isn't more than to wait her death. " She walked in the room, furious.

Apparently, neither the one, nor the other one had noticed my presence.

" It was my prey, it was for me to choose her lot !" She got indignant, " you had no right to take her, you had no right to kill her ! "

" She seemed so fresh, so tasty, so sensual, that I wasn't able to refrain from tasting her " intervened Lestat for the first time, derisive, " And her blood was so delicate and so strong as I did not manage to stop. "

" I don't have authorize you to touch her ! " she shouted, " I watched her during almost one month, she was perfect, she was totally convenient for me, I planned to keep her with me. " Tears of fury poured on her face, transformed into a hideous mask of fury. " I would never find a person as her! Never I would find my equal! I hate you! " She went out by running of the lounge and went into her bedroom.

I went then to Lestat, who had not moved, with Louis. But my forces missing me, I collapsed in the middle of the lounge. Louis rushed to me. I heard him speaking to me, but he speak with someone else too. To Lestat. I didn't understand what they said, the rustle of their voices rocked me and I fell asleep.

My spirit ran away from my body, it abandoned it, I knew that I was going to die and I was afraid. Then a warm light surrounded me, I had the impression to fly, I was so light, I wasn’t afraid any more, I was in peace and relaxed. I was bathed by this sensational light, more I approached it more a sensation of prosperity invaded me. Images, persons about whom I dreamed every night were there, I was with them, relived for the thousandth time these events which, I believed it, belonged to my past. I had the vague impression to know them and nevertheless, I knew in no way who they were.

There was a young child of 10 years with short brown curls and sweet pensive eyes. Something intrigued me, he had a mark of bite on his throat, two small holes very net bloody still. I rushed to him and tightened him against my breast, but I didn't know who he was, I had taken him in my arms by instinct. A teenager of my age looking like strangely the child, but with auburns hair, approached and put the right hand on his shoulder, and the other one on my head. I loved them profoundly, I knew them, but who were they?

Then they disappeared. I saw a girl about 15 years resembling me enormously balancing herself at the end of a rope, dead hung. I roared and closed eyes to try to subtract me from this vision.

When I reopened them, I was in a desert, a sun hurling on my skin suddenly toffy its ardent beams. I wore a white tunic embroidered with gold, several heavy golden necklaces decorated with precious and half-precious stones. My hair had become brown. A young lady having about twenty years was in front of me, the skin as dark as mine, dark and steep hair, eyes as dark as a winter night, a diadem composed magisterially on the head, an Egyptian make-up painted on her delicate face. A magnificent creature. She approached me slowly, by smiling, then stopped in front of me. " Kaïra, my sister " she murmured by embracing me. My sister …

Suffering. Pain. It was the only words which came to me by awakening me. My body was painful, I didn't manage to move. I had a terribly stomach ache. My eyelids, too heavy, refused to open. I managed finally to open them, and the vision which offered itself to my sight was magnificent.

I saw what we all saw in our revival: a new world, a world glorified by our new visual acuteness. Everything was more beautiful.

Every plot of land of my body refused stubbornly to move. I didn't understand what arrived at me. It was magic and at the same moment terrifying.

I sat on the parquet when Claudia entered the room. The surprise by perceiving me living was total. She approached and snuggles up in my arms. The happiness was read on her face. I was happy to see her so filled. But she knew something that I didn't know. What arrived at me. My body changed, I realized it.

"Come", she whispered, " we should go out, it's necessary that you do something. "

I looked at her, taken aback.

" Now, " she continued as for herself, " you are my child, and we shall stay together for the eternity … "

I understood only after the meaning of these words.

I think that you suspect the continuation, don't you ? It arrived what arrives at each of us, I killed my first victim, a particularly difficult moment, tasted this drug which we should drink, the blood, and discovered all which made of me a vampire.

These losses of memories irritated me in most in the point. It didn't arrive at me every nights, but enough frequently, at least once a month.

A noise in my bedroom pulled me of my musing. I turned the head and in the twilight I saw Claudia, appeared such an angel in a dress in white muslin of blue ribbons. She approached me, took my hand and asked me to accompany her to hunt. I accepted, as usual. I took a cruel pleasure to see her killing, while of my own murders, I removed from it nobody. I had hardly the time to prepare me that we were already outside, pushed aside by the crowd.

She didn't send me a word during all the road, nourished her very quickly, and neglected her victim, what made understand me that she wished that we speak. I seize the small hand and took her towards St Louis cemetery, our favourite place of discussion.

"What's the problem Claudia? " I asked. " I feel you somewhere else this night. You know very well that you can say everything to me. "

She trembled of all her body, her eyes were wild. I saw there what I had never seen previously: fear. She was terrified.

" Oh my God my sweet, " I did say in taking her in my arms, " what arrive you ? You frighten me. "

" It's nothing, " she reached to say, " I don't feel very well. " She kept silent one moment then started again. " I thought a lot recently, about our sort, you know that I examine. But there are things which I don't understand, things about which no books speak: our genesis. It's the big question which returns eternally, and I didn't always find answer. Where from come we? Who created us? And in what purpose ? " She went away, turning me the back. " It irritates me! " she shouted suddenly. " Lestat irritates me! I'm sure that he knows, but that he doesn't want to say it to me. In every question which I pose he pushes me more violently. " The anger had exploded just like that. She bubbled literally. " I don't like him. It's him who made of me what I am today, it's him who made of this charming body my prison for eternity, and it, I would never forgive him."

" Peaces you, " I murmured, " calm down, please, you frighten me. "

" I can't, and you know it. To see him every night strengthens my pain, night after night, it is unbearable. I would not support such a situation for a long time. It's inconceivable. " She returned towards me and took my face in her sweet hands. " You know my relations with our 'father'. You know my thoughts, my feelings, my sufferings as well as my regrets. It's for this that they created you, and that I chose you, you my perfect grown-up embodiment, so that I live through you, or rather I should have to tell to survive grace you, to survive the time which passes, to the world which changes and us, and I who remain unchanging and eternal, who remain a child … " She cried at the moment.

" Hush, stop your tears, " I whispered while tightening her against my heart, " we have already speak of it about hundreds times, don't make you suffer pointlessly my little woman. "

She raised her face towards me and smiled, but it was an adult smile, a smile sad and full of bitterness. " Your little woman ? What a funny nickname. Little woman. You are right for little because I would be forever, but woman, I would never be … "

" On the contrary Claudia, you are already. You are a magnificent, spread, cultivated, funny woman. You have all about which one can dream. In this naming, there's nothing of sarcastic which can make you suffer, far from me this idea. It's just the reality which my eyes perceive, and they rarely lie. " I took her hand and entailed her outside the cemetery, steering me towards our house. " Come, let us return at home. I hope that our dear Merciful Death is brought in and that she can read us magnificent poems and fabulous stories. "

This last remark made her laugh. Oh her laughter, such of small bells of silvers ringing in my ears, a crystalline, childish laughter and nevertheless grown-up and feminine.

As wrote it some decades ago my soft Louis, the time pass fast for those that are happy, especially when this time is short. Nights, weeks, months and years succeeded one another, but we lived outside time. I spent my nights among Claudia, Louis and Lestat.

With Claudia, I found a confidante and a person of an extreme intelligence. I tried so-so to calm her sufferings. We spoke about whole hours, but also the cruelty in the murder fascinated me. I observed her seducing, then killing whole families with a lot of pleasure. We understood each other. We complemented each other. Our agreement and our mutual understanding were incredible. Oh, how I regret this blessed time, these last moments together to laugh as children, to seduce as women.

In Louis, I discovered a shy and reserved lover, as I met it rarely there where I worked. I appreciated his weakness, his courtesy, his politeness, his restraint and his submission. But when he got excited a quite small little, it was the ecstasy. I liked annoying him to make him angry. There's not a being more beautiful than irritated, embarrassed or melancholic Louis. He was the immortal the most magnificent which I have ever seen. And his eyes, two emeralds oceans which taking you in unknown countries … But everybody knows his beauty, and that's why I don't say more on the subject.

It remains Lestat. The most arrogant, the most conceited, the most narcissistic and the most rash person that the earth is carried. But I loved him, because it was exactly this arrogance of brat prince that pleased me so much in him. Lestat wouldn't be Lestat if he wasn't so. It's with him that I ended my night, I slept even with him, what Claudia blamed me for strongly. I liked when we spoke seriously about such or such subject - I assure you that Lestat knows how to be serious -, I appreciated his company and his conversation. It was a draft of oxygen, cheerfully, of freedom from care in the middle of all this surrounding, pervading melancholy.

Who was my creator? I didn't know, and I still don't. I knew how to at once use numerous powers which my new condition offered me. Nobody knew about my extraordinary suppleness, which I was capable of reading in mind of the others and even of my fellow men, that I could move small objects only by the will. I was very powerful without realizing it too much. For me, it was natural. But I fast noticed that every immortal didn't possess my luck.

But let us return there to my creator. I read in Claudia as in Louis in spite of their important participation, I didn't doubt it. I dreamed also about a young man of my age, with short auburns curls, which was, I was sure of it in the time, the first one to introduce me into this nightmare. But Lestat was, definitively , my main creator, because it's him who had pushed me up to the end. But what strangeness! Him too opened me his heart, let me investigate his soul. I knew everything of him at the end of some months. Being allowed go to the musing, to the recollections, I could penetrate into his spirit and glean there information without awakening his suspicions. Our origins, his life, everything was known to me, without that he realizes anything, taking pleasure in an impunity which he considered quite acquired, thinking that his children were too weak. But I was different, I have always been, as well as strong, contrary for Louis.

I choose to reveal to nobody my invaluable discoveries, well decided to respect Lestat's promise done to Marius. It was hard nevertheless not to answer the ceaseless questioning of Claudia, and I knew that Lestat held on not shouting everything to her to the face.

I didn't think any more of my creator, nor it frail young man returning still and still in my dreams every day. It was when our life was the most peaceful that a storm as we had never seen was outlined it on the horizon.

The quarrels among Lestat and Claudia became more frequent. Of month they passed in the weeks, and now, it was every night. Hardly she was raised that she harassed him with questions. Always the same. One evening, their daily quarrel was more violent than usually.

Louis sat on his armchair, a book between his hands the reading of which he had interrupted for hours. Lestat and Claudia had just quarrelled. The lounge still resounded with their voices. The peace had fallen again. Lestat had gone out rashly by slamming the door. He had gone out to take revenge on the city, as usual. Claudia sat on the sofa, pensive, the eyes in the vagueness. I didn't bear any more these ceaseless battles. I turned nervously the silver ring which I wore on my left hand to calm me. I didn't remember any more whom it came to me. In spite of my efforts, it evoked any recollections in me. But suddenly, a suite of flashback violent called me back to this strange night in Paris …

I was crying, feeling pity for myself, for my destiny, sitting on the dirty pavement in the rain, near Montmartre. A tall, thin and slender silhouette aproached me. It was a red-haired woman. I didn't see her before she was in front of me. She was very pretty and attractive : an opale skin, alike marble, a marvellous pair of green eyes, which shone like two big emeralds. She was wearing a simple dark blue - green dress, but it was sumptuous with the subtle gradations, and a rich velvet black cloak. She sat beside me.

"What is the problem, my poor child ?" she whisper softly.

"I don't want to bother you with my problems, beautiful lady" I replied with a sob.

" You won't, tell me all, maybe I'll be able to help you little angel", said the lady with a gentle smile. I looked up at her. She seems honest and good.

"It's because, we are orphans, my little brother, Denis, and I, and I do not have enough money to take care of us both."

"I can give you some, my child, " she declared while taking her purse," I'm very rich and…

I don't need your pity or ask for it, so take your money back" I interrupted her coldly.

"I don't feel pity for you… Oh no, don't believe that, I just want to help you" she assured visibly wounded. "Look at me, look at me straight in my eyes and tell me if you read pity and compassion or lies. Tell me."

I do it, and it was like I was swallowed by two huges green seas, I was trapped, I couldn't diverted my eyes of her two emeralds oceans. Then, it stopped and I only saw goodness, a passionate and complete goodness.

"I'm sorry Madam, if I misjudged you, but in my whole life, I only met liers, thieves and other bad people" I murmured sincerely sorry.

Another gentle smile on the lady's lips. " I've heard you sing last week, in Duforts' house. Your voice sounded so pure, so crystaline, so innocent, so inhuman…I thought you was an angel descended of the Paradise… Please, sing for me… "she beseeched" and the money I'll give you will be your pay for this little job…" she added with a mischievous smile.

I was surprised by this proposition, but I accepted. I stood up, closed my eyes, took a deep breath and began to sing. My voice rose clearly from my throat, amplified by the walls of the houses around us. Its strength increased crescendo. It becoming more and more potent, enflating by my will, flying straight on to the sky, to God's ears. It reached its apotheosis. Angel's voice, mermaid 's voice… It was my prayer for Him, I wanted Him to help me. I sang with my heart, with all my love, with all my soul. My private prayer… Then my voice died progresssively. I opened my eyes. It was finished. A thunder of aplauses assailed me. A dozen people was tilted, at the windows, at the balconies. Them and the lady were upright and applauded with great pleasure. I was confused, very confused. Flowers, food, and coins fall on the road.

" Well little angel, this is for you, that money, that food to congratulate you, to thank you for this fairy and free spectacle" said the lady while collecting all, "you see, all people aren't liers, thieves or interested from something of you. " She greeted the crowd gathered then she continued with emotion :" I thank you for this short moment of happiness, for this sun's beam that you granted me so generously - and God knows how I need it." She confided me the tribute that she had recuperated and gave me . "Take this all, it will be useful". She wedged a flower in my hair and kissed my forehead. "I want you to keep this," she added, taking off delicately a silver ring of her right hand and put it in mine, "when you'll feel alone, forlorn, look at it, and remember me, remind you this night and what I said to you, remember that all people, all men aren't bad."

A tear wheeled on her left cheek, a blood tear, digging a furrow on the exquisite whiteness of her skin.

I started.

"Don't be afraid, it's nothing", she reassured me.

I regained my self-control and whispered :" Don't cry, please, follow your advice…"

"I'm so hurt to have to leave you, I assess you so much, you're a good girl," she looked up at the sky and continued, "but it's time for me to return home." She took me in her strong arms, clenching me against her heart.

My God, how she was tough, how she was strong! Her powerful hug hurted me, but I didn't dare to signify it to her, afraid of broke this magical moment. She relaxed me and kissed tenderly my mouth. Then, she disappeared. Surprised, I turned over and searched her with my eyes, vainly. She was gone. And I knew that she will never come back. But never I shall forget her, no, never I'd forget this woman who had restored me taste in the life.

A whisper and a light sound extracted me of my thoughts. Claudia slipped silently of her place, in a slight fabric rustle, and advanced towards me, her long fair loops floating at the rhythm of her steps. The tended arms, she climbed on my knees, snuggling up her head in my neck's hollow. A veil of absence always on her eyes, she cried, groaning like a mortal child. I kissed her hair while fondling them. My Death Angel, as I liked her so much. I embraced tenderly her rebounded cheeks, glazes of blood tears of which her eyes overflowed. Louis observed me, a timid smile on his face. Claudia ceasing her tears, kissed my throat. In contact with her cold skin, I quivered. It was too early so that she was nourished. Her small chubbies fingers caressing my hair, she smiled me.

When Lestat re-entered, he seemed calmed. Claudia, always quiet, observed him. During several nights, they remained in cold, being unaware of.

For several months, we had foreseen, - Louis, Claudia and I -, to run away to Europe, because it was there, according to Claudia, that we would have most luck to meet other vampires. But it wasn't the only reason. The other one, and maybe the most important, was that she hated literally Lestat. Only his sight scowled her. And nevertheless she loved him, I'm sure of it today, she loved him maybe more than she has never loved us, Louis and I. But, they were rival, they were in quite hurt equals, and the fact that he was her creator would always prevent them from being happy and in peace together. She loved him so much that she couldn't bear to hate him, to hate him profoundly for her creation. And then, she said, we would be free, we wouldn't be anymore his subdued slaves. I wasn't completely agree with her visions of things, but I complied to her will, I loved her too much.

A night, while I went hunting in her company, she said to me, frankly:

" I want to kill Lestat. "

Under the shock of this incredible revelation, I stopped, my thoughts spinning in my skull, without knowing how to answer.

" It's impossible, he… he is too strong, you will never arrive ! " I faltered to her.

" I want to kill him, " she continued, " it will give me the biggest of the enjoyments! "

I looked for arguments being able to shake this resolution, but I didn't found any.

And we continued so for one hour, her, fixing the projects, me, trying to convince her to abandon the plans.

Then, by boredom, she ran away by running, leaving me alone in the middle of the street. I still hear the noise of her steps resounding on the pavement … A breath on my nape of the neck. A voice whispered me in the ear: " don't worry, she does it to us to all … " This voice, that of Louis … But when I turned around, I saw nothing, excepted the fog which surrounded me with a transparent veil, under the light of the grey lantern.

When I returned, Claudia was there, sat on Louis's knees, who read her poems, as usual. She raised towards me her sweet blue eyes, whereas a magnificent smile blooms on her small face. I wondered if Louis knew the projects of our child. I went to the library, took a book and pretended to read it to see what would follow.

Lestat brought in, drunk, what was rather surprising. Claudia was very polite and of very good company during the night rest, not asking him her eternal questions, or putting him ill-at-ease with regard to her appearance of china doll. When she and Louis left to go to bed, Lestat taken me aside and asked:

" What has she? Why is she so pleasant? "

" I don't know, " I answered, " since a little while, she changes enormously. Don't worry, I take care of her. " My answer seemed to satisfy him, and he wished me good night.

If only I had known what was going to follow, if only I had warned Lestat so that he distrusts, but I didn't, I kept silent and then it's the past, I can't change nothing, no? And then, seeing my reaction in front of her projects, Claudia had decided not to reveal me the night when she planned to carry out them.

This terrible night of year 1865, I wasn't at home, and I suspected not in the least events which occurred some streets farther. On the contrary, I enjoyed myself crazily with a brilliant mortal which I had met some weeks previously: Julien Mayfair.

He was hardly 37 years old, and nevertheless he seemed to possess a wisdom dating millenniums. Even by accumulating my years of mortal and immortal, I was not as old as him. He fascinated me. He was beautiful as a god. He reminded me the angel of my dreams, but in more landed and older. His conversation, his company was pleasant to me, he understood me so indeed, to part Claudia, nobody knew me really. From our first meeting, he had felt that I wasn't human, I had agreed, but I hadn't said him what I was, and especially I didn't frighten him. He did party of the richest family of New Orleans, and maybe even world. But it was especially and above all a magician, he had a little speak me about the story and the strangely genealogy of his family.

He was very badly seen by the puritanical community of the city by his morals dissolved, - he was bisexual and showed him publicly, what a many blamed for him. I was always attracted by ambiguous people, and he was one of it. We spent crazy nights both of us, to laugh, to seduce men and women sometimes competing with us, and also to test our capacities. I mean there our powers, and he was in several points superior to me.

But let us return in this disastrous night, while Julien and I we were infatuated with magnificent creatures, a bad presentiment assailed me, vague, shady images invaded my spirit without that I can push away them. Words also, or rather sentences: the king of liars... The hell it's the hatred, it's to live together in an eternal hatred. We are not in hell... Please, let come to me the children... All these things had no meanings for me. I weakened, my soul left my sleepy body. Julien was near me, he spoke to me, but I was in a place where his voice couldn't reach my ears. The other images, the brown children asleep in the middle of velvet pillow on a sofa,… but this sofa, these pillows, I know them, I dive there everynight,… a laughter, pearled, crystalline, I know it also, some blood… My God what does it means ? A shout, this voice… Lestat! I reinstated my body in start, Julien at my side put on me worried eyes. I stammered vague excuses, it was necessary that I leave. He seemed to understand. It was the last time that I saw him.

Outside. The street. I would roam to lose breath, my feet carrying me as fast as possible. Arrived in front of our house, I rushed inside, steering me towards the lounge. What I saw terrified me. Lestat was lengthened on the back, suffocating, growling out: " Louis, put me in my coffin… Put me in my coffin…" I was stunned, I didn't understand what took place, then I understood, Claudia carried out Lestat's murder.

Petrified, I didn't dare spoke. The spectacle taking place under my eyes, the simple fact in itself filled me with a profound disgust. Claudia approached him and cut him the throat, then, rising astride on his chest, she stabbed him repeatedly.

The thing that became gradually Lestat was monstrous. It was necessary to react, it was necessary to do something, I couldn't let her continue these atrocities, it was unthinkable. Even if Lestat had been a disgusting, arrogant, selfish, possessive, inequitable and simply cruel person, he didn't deserve it. I understood him, me, I knew the reasons of his silence, his complete dumbness on our origins and his life "before". But I couldn't say it to them, quite as him couldn't.

Lestat's roarings pulled me of my reflection. I rushed then on Claudia, tearing away her the knife of hands and throwing back her against the sofa. She stood up, surprised, so splendidly beautiful, her face slopped with blood, her dress soaked, her hair reddened, drops of blood sliding slowly along her frail body. She seemed suddenly so fragile and powerful at the same time. I was at the moment on Lestat, or rather the rough caricature of himself, letting augur what he was going to become afterward, tightening him hardly against me, lamenting on him, mixing my blood with his, as there is if for not a long time I believe.

He dried out, stiffened and hardened. I felt the life leaving him, as his blood spread on the floor. I murmured to the ear that I would always love him, although it happens. It was finished. He neither moved any more, moaned nor grumbled. I cried for a long time on his skin, hanging on me what stayed of him. But my tears dried up. I raised the head, looking around me, and become aware of the disorder. I soaked in a swimming pool of blood, whites chrysanthemums become pink scattered on both sides in the room.

Then, raising me, I realized in which state I was. Through eyes stunned by my beloved Louis, I saw myself. A tall teenager, thin, fragile, of long fair oozing buckles of blood, a dress in blue sky taffeta turning in purple because of that one, the face covered with an unspeakable red and sticky liquid.

But it didn't interest me, the only thing which counted and which occupied my spirit was that Lestat was dead. Dead! Ever he won't throw me his smiles and his mischievous winks, ever I wouldn't hear the laughter so meaning, communicative and filled with life, ever I wouldn't hear him calling Louis " Merciful Death" mid-irritated, mid-amused, ever he will make slammed his stick against the pavement at the exit of a thousandth Machbeth's representation to the theater of the place, ranting still and always his favorite verses, never, no, ever …

Then, a wave of fury embracing me suddenly, I retorted to Claudia: "That's it, you are satisfied, you had what you wanted, he is dead as you wished it, aren't you? Don't you feel stronger? Please, go, tell me, do you feel some difference between before and after? "

Claudia took refuge towards Louis, frightened by my comments, by my anger, but this one pushed away her.

" He is dead, " I shouted, my fury rising crescendo, " dead! Do you know at least what it means? Dead, dead, dead, dead!!! "

" But I believed that it was what you wanted Cathy " she managed to articulate, trembling, " it was what we wanted all, no? "

"No", murmured Louis, " it was what you you wanted. "

" I only wanted to leave, " I sobbed, " only to leave … It shouldn't have finished as it, no, I didn't want that it ends so, with such violence, in a blood bath … "

Claudia looked at Louis, eyes filled with tears, but he turned away. Then, she approached me, delicately, trying to protect herself from another one of my furies, then her hand advanced, as to caress me the face. I pushed her away hardly.

" Do not touch me, do not touch me anymore, " I whistled, " do not approach me anymore. I do not want to see you anymore. Your only presence, your only sight, your only breath irritates me. Your act broke what there was more dear among us: confidence, respect and love. Go there now … "

She went out by running of the lounge, and went to her chamber I overestimate.

I raised eyes and looked at Louis. He was leaned on the wall, observing his creator, the sadness reflecting in his beautiful face. Even in the pain, he remained attractive, and maybe was he more in this moment. I felt his suffering, although hating profoundly Lestat, he loved him of a pure and unlimited love, - without knowing it himself -, and his disappearance had plunged him into a big disarray. Surprising my inquisitive glance, he fixed me of a reprobatory eye, but I knew that he shared my opinion, or at least, some importants points.

Our confrontation came to an end when a noise, strange, unusual, reached our supernatural ears. Tears. A person cried in the apartment. And this person, I didn't doubt it, was Claudia. The surprise replaced Louis's sadness. The thoughts crowded in his spirit. He didn't know how to react. Actually, me either. He went out and joined Claudia to console her and apologize. He was too weak to resist to her. Moreover, I didn't know if I could resist to her small mimes, to her small plump arms, to her fabulous fair hair … These shouts, these rustles seemed so human, but with a stamp which only Claudia could give them. They awoke in me feelings and distant recollections, profoundly buried. Furtive images returned to me in memories. Rooms… Men, old men … The pain … Shouts, tears … A child, Denis, my brother … Coffins … An angel with auburns buckles … The blood … The death …

" NO!!! " I roared, " Not it, not I do not want to remember, " I sobbed, " I do not want, it hurts too much , no … "

But already everything returned to me, so clear and precise as if it had occurred yesterday: my life in Orléans in the family's castle and its numerous hectares; my brothers died in the war, or exiled in the New world; my sisters, nuns or married to brutes, hardly more intelligent than animals, sober or soul; my rape by my father at the age of twelve years; Marie's suicide, the youngest of my sisters, at fourteen years old not supporting anymore the sexual abuses of our family.

" No… " I implored. But the recollections continued to unfurl in my memory, in my sight, all recollections which I had voluntarily forgot during my reborn, miserable vestiges of an unfortunate human life. A violent altercation with my father returned to me in the spirit, he struck me because I didn't obey, because I was a bad girl to tell naughty lies everywhere. Our family was already ruined, it wasn't more necessary to add it a scandal he said to me about his voice by too unctuous which let augur nothing good. He tried to touch me, of his disgusting hands, but I pushed him away, and struck him a violent kick in the crotch. He stumbled over Denis's toy, the last one of the family, slid on the polished parquet, the arms brewing the air to catch at something, but it was too late. He tipped over by top the rail of the mezzanine and crashed into the ground two lower floors, dead. Nobody, accused me of murder officially, but my mother blamed me for it up to her death. We should sell our property, because without my father nor my brothers, we had no more resources. We left then for Paris. It was necessary to work to return some money to the house and feed us, my mother, Denis and I. Here is how I land in the somber torments of the world of the prostitution. But it never rains but it pours, and soon my mother died, leaving us orphans and without slightest money my brother and I. Our situation became precarious and I had to leave my brother to the care of, of … The image fell out, I remembered nothing more after that, after the help of the red-haired lady, it was the black hole.

Being alerted by my shouts, Louis and Claudia entered the lounge, Louis murmuring to her to keep her distances, and approaching me, he murmured: " Are you well? "

I got up, clearing up my spirit. " Yes, " I answered, " I'm well, don't worry. "

They decided to roll up Lestat's body in a white sheet and to take him in swamps. *The place is in the middle of the reptiles * This thought reached me, such a ball in full heart. It resulted from Claudia. But she didn't dare to formulate it in a loud voice. Maybe by respect for me, which knows? It seemed that the common Louis's indifference and of myself had "humanized" her, but nothing was less certain.

I choose not to accompany them, I needed to reflect about the peace, to rethink to the events which had occurred this night. So many things had changed since my awake! I decided to darken Lestat of my spirit for a while, and dedicated myself to my past. I dedicated myself over the moment from which the recollection escaped me eternally. To whom had I confided Denis, my beloved small brother, before leaving for New Orleans? To the cherub, this thin silhouette stretching along walls, this child no older than I. But the image refused to appear to me.

Tired, and exhausted, I got back to my coffin before the return of Louis and Claudia, and well before the dawn. Maybe I would redo these dreams, so strange which haunt me for a long time? I closed eyes and fell asleep.

Before the sunset, I was awaken, thinking about what I'll decided to do. When I lifted the lid of my coffin, my decision was taken: I'd leave. This resolution in head, I washed myself, got dressed, did hair and took out to nourish for last time in this city which I loved so much, this city which had adopted me since about five years. I released this task as fast as possible, resolved to leave New Orleans. It wasn't necessary to succumb to Claudia, it was the last thing to do, and nevertheless… No, I shouldn't think of her small round arms surrounding me, of her chubbies fingers playing delicately with my loops, of her small mouth, such a petal of rose, arising tenderly on mine, of her thoughtlessness of her body pressed on mine in our embraces, not I shouldn't think of it.

I went to our house, my beautiful resolutions languishing one after the others without even having seen the object of my confusion. What would be my state in front of her? I dreaded more and more our confrontation as I got closer to this hotel where we had elected place of residence. The thought to run away, without any explanations, such a swindler, crossed me in secret the spirit, but went away as soon as it came. No. I couldn't behave so, I wasn't cowardly, I wasn't weak, not I'm not as my beautiful night angel with emeralds eyes, no.

I entered the yard, my heart beating more and more faster . The fear embraced my immortal heart. The tension which I felt was unbearable. I took stairs slowly, opened the door and entered the corridor, steering me towards the lounge, there where I was sure to find them.

I didn't make a mistake. At my arrival, Louis was sat on his beloved armchair, Claudia on his knees reading a book on vampires, her fair curls covered by places of brown locks, Louis being tilted over her. They formed a picture so charming, that I felt guilty of disturbing them, as so often previously.

" Eh bien Cathy ", said to me my little woman putting her big innocent eyes on me, " Where was you? We were worried of not finding you here at our awaking. It has almost been one hour that we wait for you. But fortunately, we had a book on the vampires of Europe to take charge, as well as educate us. "

Oh, her searches, I had forgotten them … If only I could pass on her my knowledge, my meetings, what I had learnt of Lestat. But not.

" You know pertinently that our departure is foreseen for the next week, " she continued on a cheerful but serious tone, " on Friday very exactly. We have suitcases to fill with what we want to take, the last payments to be made, so that some details, without interests to my opinion, of which Louis will take charge before our journey. "

She went down from her "throne" and approached me in a so sensual, so grown-up and feminine way, that I thought to see woman. She fired at my arm to force to squat me, took my face between the small hands and pressed her small mouth against mine. I was extremely surprised. Then she coiled up in my arms, her hair tickling my face. She acted as if of nothing was, as if the events of yesterday had never occurred. I tightened her hardly against my breast, burying my face in her hair.

" I'm going to leave " I whispered to her ear, " I'm going to leave alone ".

Claudia stood up and fixed me, taken aback.

" What? What did you say? Leave? We leave together, isn't it? "

I lowered eyes, of shame maybe.

" No, without you … "

Claudia went away, surprised, walking nervously in the room.

" It … It's not possible " she stuttered, " You can't do that, you can't do that to us, do that to me … "

The battle became harder, I wouldn't arrive, it was necessary for me to be helped. And Louis, always so unmoved, always in worship in front of this small devil disguised as cherub. His peace irritated me for once. I'd have wanted that he rebels, that he acts, that he supports me. But he was Louis, and no help could be hope from its part.

" Please, try to understand, I ask you my darling of it "

" I doesn't understand, I don't arrive. " She stopped in the center of the lounge, lost in her thoughts, a blood tear running on the curvature of her weak cheek. I rushed to her, locking her face between my fine hands.

" No, I beg you it, don't cry, I don't want to see you anymore lamenting. My little woman, my child, my sister, it's a benign pain. It's necessary that I leave, for my survival, for my happiness, for.. "

" And my happiness, " she interrupted me, " do you think of it? Before making this grave decision, did you think what consequences it implies? " She fell in knees, moaning and sobbing. " You are the only person to know me and to understand me really. We are similar, we know what the other one thinks of a simple glance. My suffering is also yours. You are my mother, my daughter, my equal … "

" All that you say is true, but I can't bear any more this situation. This cage, so beautiful is it, won't imprison me much longer. I can escape from it, me, don't deprive me of this luck, don't be selfish. "

" But it's you who is selfish " she retorted, " it's you who leaves without having warned to us me, having warned without. It's you who abandons me without caring of what I can feel. You think only of your small personal happiness. "

" No, don't say this, I don't allow you, " I say the anger bubbling in me, " it's not true, you're wrong. I always thought of you, in each of my gestures, my acts, my words. And I love you more than everything in the world. Never I would love a person as much as I love you. But it's necessary that I leave, I need freedom. It's necessary that you understand. Other places, other events wait for me. "

I got up, caressing for the last time the cheek of this china doll which had seduced me so much, then I approached Louis and kissed his mouth so silky. I went to my chamber, and stuck in a small bag some of my cases. I stood out, and went to the door, my bag in a hand, my cape in the other one, when Claudia, going out of her torpor, run up and shouted:

" I can't conceive your departure! " The eyes filled with tears looked at me innocently.

" It will be necessary nevertheless, " I answered then.

I opened the door, throwing a last glance to these two being who had saved, loved me, and who were so dear to my heart, and run away. I was running, running as quickly as possible, running to lose the breath of it. Houses, streets, districts scrolled my eyes in a fog of images. I cried, I cried as I never had cried, my tears leaving my cheeks by the prodigious speed in which I evolved. Then, not far from a plantation, I stopped net, letting my pulse resume a "normal" beating. I had made it, I had left them, these sweet beings so loved. But I shouldn't think of it again anymore, it was a past time, quite as my mortal life in Orléans, now they belonged to the past. A new life for me begun.