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| I left my Master to his rest under the care of the Lady Angel. His body is charred but healing. He suffers more from his failure than the pain of his body. I wondered about this. I have never thought about a human-born soul desiring death. Not one of those I have taken has ever shown me anything but a true desire to survive. This is the making of their kind. My Master�s soul is of this human strain. Memnoch says we are souls of Sheol, that our human memories are gone, thus, we have a commonality. Yet my kind does not seek the end of existence. Should we? This I am not sure. I went to the Castle to rest after my feed. I needed to think, to consider. It seems strange to some mortals that we could be such thinking creatures. So many think we are only the devil's minions, and we seek only to destroy humans, but there are many of us. We do think; we do consider existence, many of us do. While at the castle, I walked through the old stonewalls. I like the castle; it is quiet and its stones tell me many stories of old mortal wars. I found the library, the stacks of books, not a one of them dusty, being they were not long ago placed there. I began to read. I found in the stacks Lestat�s writings, and the book he translated to the vampire David Talbot. I read all I could find in the stakes that were penned by my Master. I read his every word. I have found in the pages a soul that has been tormented from a journey for truth and redemption. The redemption he seeks made him a destructive puppet for the lord of my world, he who calls himself Memnoch. In the pages of the book my Master translated to the vampire David, I watched as the mind and soul of my Master was twisted by the journeys he made with Memnoch. I can see now his torment for he has ran from both heaven and hell and finds no rest as he walks this mortal world. I continued to read passage after passage. I read of my Master�s making at the lips of Magnus and his life before that night in Paris also. My Master was the seventh son of a French Marquis, a father wealthier in title than bounty. He was cruel to his son, his youngest, my Master. He refused him a life of the cloth and the wonders and riches that knowledge could bestow. This hurt my Master deeply, hatred grew in him. He tried to move on to find other avenues to his pleasures, but he could find nothing much more than misery. He came to fame by killing eight wolves that had ravaged the lands. He met Nicolas then. They traveled far. I could read in his words his love for this friend, a true love that destroyed my Master�s heart later when his friend went mad. They were quite the happy pair in Paris until the night of Magnus. Outside of Paris the vampire Magnus had hid in his tower and contemplated the beauty of my Master Lestat. He took my Master�s mortal life and gave him the misery of his existence, against my Master�s greatest struggle. The vampire left Lestat that very eve, destroying himself in flames. My Master was alone, and dead to the world he once knew. This plagued him. It anguished his soul, but he did find pleasure in the powers he discovered. My Master went on to meet many, to seek out the great ancient Marius: maker of the vampire Armand, the caretaker for the ancient ones Akasha and Enkil. After searching for Marius for many years he went into the ground in despair; this is what the vampires call the first death. Marius found him and befriended the young vampire Lestat. He had seen Lestat�s calling in stone-carved messages upon road signs and walls. He took my Master away and showed him many things, until Akasha called to Lestat and my Master then fed from her. He drank the oldest blood of his kind when he drank of Akasha and she of him. This worried the vampire Marius, and he sent my master away then and my Master alone once more. Lestat went to the new world alone, after destruction in Paris. There he made Louis; the vampire my brother Divad cares for. This Louis showed him love for a while, even helped Lestat care for his aging blind father. In compassion for Lestat, he even killed Lestat�s father . Then came the child vampire Claudia. I have heard her name mentioned in many tongues. Our kind knows of her wickedness and plots of revenge and torment. We know too of her demise and the separation of Louis and Lestat after. Body ravaged from the attacks, my Master lost much interest in the world then. He had already watched the madness of his friends, felt the power of the ancients, watched his mother become far more of herself than in the mortal flesh she carried. He had seen the dark truths of the children of darkness, tasted the blood of the vampire Queen Akasha, and grown into a very distant creature. He went into his second sleep. It covered 1929 of this world to 1984. His body had not been so lost since the first death sleep that brought Marius to him long before. When my Master woke, the world had changed much. He still carried in his heart the need to overcome the plague he considered his form to be, yet the blood swoon drove him. He wanted to do good, to use his evil to destroy the evil of the mortals. He believed in the strength of such acts, believing he would find redemption in them. His kind would have destroyed him then, if it were not for the Queen Akasha rising from her dark sleep to seek out my Master�s beauty. He had no idea she sought him or the numbers of his kind and mortals that she had destroyed on her journey to find him. She offered him the world if he stood by her side as her new King. Lestat followed her mesmerized by her beauty and strength. He may have continued to follow her, for beside her, he was not alone, and his powers were growing. He stood by her side and destroyed many in her name, though I sensed from his words that he had doubts in him of the worth of his actions. The red-haired ones ended this journey for him by destroying the Queen as legend had said they would. The vampire Lestat seemed to fade away to the darkness of his paths at that time still seeking, haunted by so much that had happened. In his wanderings, he then met the body thief. Raglan James. My Master�s desires for a return to his stolen human form led him to accept Raglan's offer for a switch, and he became human.This form was so unnatural to my Master. He found disgust in its heaviness, its normal bodily functions, the smells of the creature-form. He wanted his old form back then. However, he had been tricked. He searched in torment, seeking freedom from his new condemnation. He went even to his Louis, seeking out a possible vamperic gift from his once beloved. Louis refused him. Bitterness once more crept over my Master�s heart. Bitterness and desperation. The words showed he did return to his form of vampire with the help of a Talamasca, the then-mortal David Talbot. Vampire again, Lestat began new adventures, still seeking for the meaning of existence and a purpose for his soul. He tried suicide at the Gobi. He flew towards the sun. He tested his gifts and his blood, and stayed close to David who was mortal still at the time. Seeking to end his loneliness, he made David a vampire against David�s wishes. Nevertheless, this was still not enough. |