"The Brat Prince"
"The Savage Seas"
Lestat, dark prince, hear the cry,
Of eternal waves, the gentle sigh.
The savage garden you described so well,
Is the garden that the angels fell.
But, what of the Savage Sea, pray tell?
The place the angels missed when they fell.
The roaring waves, the endless tide,
The whispering ripples of truth subside.
For this is the most stunning place,
This is mother nature's most cruel face.
Almighty, powerful and seductive charm,
The mighty storm, the gentle calm.
Trust me, the savage seas are interesting for you,
The water lapping, the endless green and blue.
If the savage garden is the present design,
Would the savage seas not be infinite time?
-- Katrina Alexandre
I am the Vampire Lestat. You remember me. You�ve come looking for me. You wouldn�t
be reading this if you hadn�t. I�m the gorgeous fiend with long blond hair and seductive
eyes that are sometimes blue, sometimes grey, sometimes violet. You�ve read my books.
You�ve heard my music. And now you want more.
I�m ready for the world again. I spent most of the last few years lying motionless on the
floor of St. Elizabeth�s, the former orphanage which is now one of my homes. Slowly the
music of Sybelle�s ceaseless �Appassionata� awakened me. Yet even after I stunned
Armand, Marius, David and the others by my appearance at their house in the New
Orleans suburb of Metairie, I still returned to my repose.
Sometimes weeks passed before I would move again. Sometimes it was mere hours.
Where was I while I was gone, in my astral wanderings? I promised to give that story to
David first. You will hear it in time. I know my absence was a great source of
consternation to Louis, who did not even wait for my eventual return before attempting to
take his own immortal life.
It was this foolish attempt which brought me back to my body for good. Or perhaps I
should say, for the present. I do not wish to think what might have happened to him if I
hadn�t given him my blood. And yet, now it is difficult to think of what happened as bad,
despite the fact that I almost lost him. This event bestowed a new strength upon Louis,
and perhaps a small bit of the peace he has been searching for since even before I made
him a vampire.
How beautiful he is now, and how his love for Merrick makes him even moreso. Despite
the pain this causes to David, despite the machinations of the Talamasca, I cannot help but
be glad to have this beautiful witch among us. She will give Louis everything that I never
could, and that Claudia never could.
Claudia, my daughter of desperation, still wanders nearby. Is she fated to be a restless
spirit for all eternity? Will I ever make peace with her? I cannot say, especially since I am
suspicious of her intentions towards Louis, and perhaps towards Merrick as well.
And so it begins, my newest adventure.
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