And I settled against the bed I now possessed, in these later years, the comforting velvet and silk drapings, of my small flat. So near to my old rooms in Venice. The swan bed, as had been described so much, was so beautifully rendered, as I had used the past years to sew and embroider it to near exactness. Gold threading upon the red sheets, blue trimmings as well. Always blue and red, the serene, painful remembrance of them, my beloved Amadeo, and Marius. Marius, oh how I yearned to return to you that night, how it pained me as I cut off my golden curls, knowing that purpose. It was a full moon that night..that may have had effect. I remembered it so vividly, so blood tinged.

I have finished buckling those shoes, tying what was left back..I sat staring at the moon, as I heard your pained pleads with Pandora. My naive hope was shattered in those moments, as I realized that painful passion in which you endowed to her, never to me. I came to find that I had no one that night, no kin or lovers, as I had thought. I at first, considered going into the flames, letting them lick at me, letting the pained warmth take me. Giving myself to them as I had to you. I had decided against it, oh had I known the pain it would have brought you I'd never have gone! But it was needed. My darling how I had cherished those nights, as we lay in each others arms in that shrine. How we'd sweep down onto the unknowing mortals, a man and his wife. How you had deceived me those years! Such bliss, I had loved it those years, our ventures in the gondola, down the darkened canals, we had cleaned Venice clean those weeks! I still see gold when I sleep, my darling, the gleaming gold of that chamber, the gleaming gold of when I first was turned over to this blood, when I had been your patron. Radiant years...happy years.

But I had left..I had housed myself back into Venice, back into my birth. I took on your old masquerade, I became Bianca, the beautiful hostess, once again. Forever I kept that first portrait on my wall, and it still remains there lovingly above my bed. Adorned in the original jewels, I sighed, if only you and Amadeo had known how much I yearned for your company in those years. I came across only few rogue vampires, those who would remain with my briefly, only to fly off again. I was never happy in those years, it was the eighties that I came to America.

Just in time for the awakening of our Queen, blessed Akasha who I had spent so many nights with, just in time for the war against Lestat. But in America, it was an entirely different world. Technological developments, beyond all imagining, new styles, new music..and of course, The Vampire Lestat. It was within the vampire bars, that I picked up names of the legends, of Armand, Marius, Gabrielle, Louis, Lestat and the others. It was then that I began to trace them, to watch them, for years doubting I was ever remembered, until the day I read my darling Amadeo's book. Angelic beauty, one who revealed all your secrets, one who adored me and gave me hope, even as I was mortal, I was one of your consorts. My cherub, who was so brutally stolen from Marius and I that night. Who founded upon a new religion, one as naive as I had been, so devoted you were. I have hung on your words, and you remembered me! Such a radiant perception, you had recognized me, that night I appeared to you in Paris. Much too late, but you wondered. It was music, it was bliss, happiness as I hadn't felt in about 500 years.

I brought myself to be known to the vampiric world, it was then I hoped to be brought into it's warm embrace. But it was then, that I set up my life in New Orleans. Among my blue, red, and gold. Among my new life of blurred beauty. I adored it.