Do you know how few vampires have the stamina for immortality? How quickly they perish of their own will. The world changes. We do not. Therein lies the irony that ultimately kills us. I need you to make contact with this age.
You made me see their failings, Louis. They were doomed, stuck in their decadent time. They had forgotten the first lesson that we must be powerful, beautiful, and without regret.
What have happened to Lestat, I don’t know. I go on, night after night. I feed on those who cross my path. But all my passion went with her golden hair. I’m a spirit with preternatural flesh. Detached. Unchangeable. Empty.