I was one of those vampires.

For me, this will be the most difficult task; telling you who I am and where I have been. I do not particularly enjoy speaking of my past and the events which formed it. Besides, it is always best to have some mystery left or the fascination will surely fade, yes? Maybe not. But why take that chance? This is what I will tell you:

I have lived for over three millennia, given this immortal life by the beautiful and ancient Maharet. She is one of two whom I consider to be closest with. The other is Santino. Both of whom you will hear more about in their own sections entitled with their names. But now, to continue.

To gaze upon me, one would not immediately realize the power I possess. Many times I have been told how fragile I am in appearance. I am anything but that. And though I no longer have a need for blood to survive, I still take pleasure in the taste, and now partake of it solely for that reason. My victims, however, more often than not, survive the encounter with me. So, you see, I am not entirely callous. Not when I do not wish to be.

Now onto the events which led to my returning to the rest of my kind. In 1985, after leaving the Sonoma Compound with Maharet and Mekare, we headed for Rangoon, the capital city in Burma, in Southeast Asia. Jesse met Maharet and I there shortly after Maharet had taken Mekare to a secret hiding place. Being that she was now the new Queen of the Damned, it was critical to our very existence that she be kept safe. To this day I do not know where that place is.

From there, I went to Italy to be with Santino again. I stayed with him for many months, then returned to America. This time I ended up in the Big Apple. I was there a year before I moved on, the ever-constant nomad, going from city to city, taking in every sight imaginable.

And then it happened.

It started with a business card, left in a plain white envelope that was slipped under the door of my resting place in Seattle. I had only been there for three short weeks and had already become restless to move on. While the atmosphere had lured me here and briefly entertained me, I had nothing to hold me...until now.

�We watch. And we are always here.�

The small words might have meant very little to someone else, but like all the vampires who still remained after Akasha�s defeat, I knew this calling card was a warning. I had read Lestat�s books and seen his music videos. I had even found a new contribution by the fledgling known as David Talbot, in a Barnes & Noble in Chicago. It was a full confession of the making of the voodooienne, Merrick Mayfair, by Lestat�s own fledgling. I had cursed when I read it.

And now, after me? A creature who had survived three millennia, a son of the eldest living vampires, a creature who could not even take his own life if he so chose, was threatened by an organization of mortals who had only their secrets in their favor. Could they possibly know a fool-proof method for destroying one such as myself?

And more importantly, was I willing to take the risk of ignoring them when they knew where I had slept?

It was time to leave Seattle. I took my old leather backpack, stuffed with the few things I liked to carry with me when I traveled, and departed those rooms. As I crossed 5th Avenue, I thought about the best way out of town to my next, here-to-fore undecided destination. Amtrak? Greyhound? Or should I simply fly, willing my body to be somewhere else, and feeling it rush through time and space to wherever I chose?

I stopped on the corner, thinking for a moment, and it was then that I knew that the owner of that business card was standing across the street, watching me. Hastily, he stuffed a copy of Lestat�s abomination, �Queen of the Damned� into an oversized pocket. A thrill of alarm went through me as I saw my name form in his mind. He knew who I was? Inconceivable.

I knew I shouldn't be surprised, and yet I was. Out of any of them, I had expected myself to be the last one found. There had hardly been any information on me at all, so to see this man now who knew who I was, was quite startling.

Of course I wasn't about to make him aware of that fact, but my next destination became certain in that moment. I smiled at him and made a slight bow, then took to the skies in a blur of motion, heading for New Orleans.