Interview with the Vampire: The Vampire Chronicles Page #3

You'll soon run out of chickens, Louis.

Monsieur Louis?

You don't want any supper?

No, ma chrie.

We're worried about you, Master.

When is it that you go riding in the field?

And how long since you've

been to the slave quarter?

Everywhere there is death.

Are you still our master at all?

That will be all, Yvette.

I will not go unless you listen to me.

You must send away this friend of yours.

The slaves are all frightened of him...

...and they are frightened of you.

I'm frightened of myself.

Hear me now!

This place is cursed!

Damned!

And, yes, your master is the Devil!

Get out while you can! You're all free!

Do you hear me?

Run!

Run!

Save yourselves!

Perfect! Perfect!

Just burn the place!

Burn everything we own!

Have us living in a field, like cattle!

You thought you could have it all.

Shut up, Louis!

Come on!

Where are we?

Where do you think, my idiot friend?

We're in a nice, filthy cemetery.

Are you happy?

Is this fitting? Proper enough?

We belong in Hell.

What if there is no Hell?

Or they don't want us there?

Ever think of that?

But there was a Hell.

And no matter where we moved to,

I was in it.

We rented rooms on the

waterfront of New Orleans.

Your skin is icy.

Your friend has no head for wine.

Don't worry.

I can warm that cold skin of

yours better than she can.

Do you think so?

Why...

...you're warm now!

But the price is high.

Your pretty friend, I exhausted her.

Soft.

So soft.

I can see you lying on a bed of satin.

Such things you say.

Do you know what manner of bed?

Should we put out the light?

And then put out the light.

But once I've put out thy light...

...I cannot...

...give it vital breath again.

Its needs must wither.

For you, Louis.

You can pretend it's wine.

She's not dead!

You're in love with your mortal nature.

You resist what can bring you peace.

You call this peace?

We're predators, whose all-seeing

eyes give them detachment!

- The girl, Lestat!

- Take her! End that hunger!

No!

Now, my child.

You're tired, you want to sleep!

It's a coffin!

A coffin! Let me out!

I'm not dead!

It's your coffin, enjoy it. Most of us

never get to know what it feels like.

Why do you do this?

I like to do it. I enjoy it.

Take your aesthete's taste to purer things.

Kill them swiftly if you will, but do it!

For do not doubt you are a killer, Louis!

- What's that?

- It's a coffin.

So it is. You must be dead.

I'm not dead, am I?

You're not dead.

Not yet.

Finish this now!

You finish it!

Save me from him!

Save me!

You'll let me go?

I can't die like this!

I need a priest.

My friend is a priest.

He'll hear your sins before you die.

Unless... I make her one of us.

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