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that's what you wanna be when you grow up?

ain't you going home, [ name ]?

who is it you came for?

you're going to make somebody a great wife someday.

we were pretty busy last night, remember?

we could have breakfast in bed.

that's all you think about, isn't it?

see how i cleaned up the house for you?

that sounds boring.

how do you want your eggs?

your wit is outstanding.

it wouldn't do you any harm to stay involved.

we could take a long walk on the beach.

it's your day off.

that makes two killings in a week.

no fingerprints, no suspects, no motives, no nothing.

this you're not going to believe.

here comes the bullshit.

that's an odd word to use.

sticks and stones, [ name ], sticks and stones.

scenes like this are a direct link with man's primitive past.

this whole thing must be upsetting for you.

how could anyone do such a thing?

i think you're dealing with a psychotic killer here, a maniac that strikes without rhyme or reason.

i ain't got no degree, but i can give a lecture on that subject.

you're not walking home alone tonight, are you? after what happened?

you scared me half to death!

so what's the answer?

we keep coming back to water.

do you really believe man can go out and kill? just like that?

would you like to know the statistics of that kind of coincidence?

that isn't the way i heard it.

people don't kill just for the hell of it. there's always a reason.

oh, christ! you're not going to have a jealous tantrum, are you?

i'd do anything in the world for you, but it's not enough, is it?

what's the matter? you got the blues?

do you have to flirt with the waitress?

i was just trying to be friendly.

if you believe that bullshit, honey, you'll believe anything.

why on earth didn't you tell me about this sooner?

just get hold of yourself, alright?

would you like to spend the night at my house? that way we can talk and you won't feel so alone.

would you let me clean up, for christ's sake?

don't cut yourself on that glass.

you can't count on help these days.

ah, go to hell.

is there a law that says i have to go to work if i don't feel good?

now, what's this, a hobby of yours?

do you have a search warrant?

they seriously believe that in taking the heads of their enemies, they are possessing their life force.

even the most depraved homicidal maniac wouldn't do that just for fun.

don't get so damn excited.

all you need to be a good cop is a good pair of shoes.

it's this culture that's uncivilized, [ name ].

you don't want that, do you? not if you love me.

you killed them all?

is the ceremony over?

you idiots! you'll ruin my notes.

i have to record his vital signs!

you killed him.

i gave him life.

charge up the paddles.

[ name ], we have done everything that can be done for this woman.

[ name ], your optimism is touching, but a waste of time.

a good doctor knows when to stop.

don't know why they keep locked doors around here. nobody wants in … and ain't nobody getting out.

oh, i'm sorry, [ name ]. i didn't mean to scare you.

i just didn't know anybody was here.

what were you researching?

this should interest you, [ name ].

i know your work, [ name ].

[ name ] and i would love it if you came to dinner.

i have to go.

be reasonable.

he's out of touch with the times.

that's just the way he is, the world's last living puritan.

back to square one.

what are you doing?

there's not a jury in the world that would convict me.

can i help you?

you're here about the apartment.

didn't we meet this morning? you're ...

excuse me just one sec.

i'm afraid the place is still kind of a mess, [ name ].

does this building have a basement?

i think this will be just fine.

there was no more i could learn there.

do we … have a deal?

we all want to retain our personalities in some idyllic afterlife.

we all pray for some miracle, some drug, potion, pill.

i suggest you get yourself a pen!

how can you teach such drivel?

these people are here to learn and you're closing their minds before they even have a chance!

what are you here for, [ name ]?

it's all right, sweetheart, you can drink up.

i have a study date.

would you join us for a glass of wine?

why don't you study here?

okay, what is it?

look, it's not you, really. it's just a lot of little things.

i told you, he's a little cracked.

i haven't seen him since we got here.

what are you doing in my room?

daniel tilts his head, but so does armand. he doesn't intend to mirror him, but his statement rouses questions from the elder vampire. did it matter what he built his personality atop of? fear became a survival tactic. and his talent for enduring should have been enough of a testament to his ability perfect it. fear was a durable base and he could scrub the personality like greasepaint and start over. easy. flawless. a game of make believe.

the truth was more like a flicker of light between broken shingles. the whole of his personality sometimes a flash that few witnessed unrestrained. armand was the sum of roles.

❝ the fearless, invincible vampire is a lie. ❞ if honest, he thought he feared and fought death more in immortality than he had while alive. a dishonest smile tugs at the corners of his mouth, however, ❝ like the grateful fledgling. ❞ even the most desperate for the blood would learn its flaws ( the tradeoff isn't always worth it ). what's less comfortable about the conversation is that it exposes his own vulnerabilities. the fearful fledgling, the feared coven master — whoever he was supposed to be now, in the aftermath of louis. he straightens in his seat, shoulders against the back of the chair. daniel calling it a lousy foundation carries a sting that he tries his best to ignore. armand rationalizes his foundation will keep them alive more than an entertaining personality.

❝ look around, daniel. which frightens you more? is it the chaos that has been set into motion since the very second you opened louis's letter? or is it me? ❞

Daniel  held  Armand's  gaze  for  a  moment  longer  than  necessary.  That  smile  of  his  the  one  that  never  quite  reached  his  eyes  ,  made  him  want  to  laugh  and  roll  his  eyes  at  the  same  time.  Of  course  Armand  turned  it  into  a  philosophical  question.  His  fingers  tapped  once  against  the  arm  of  the  chair  before  going  still.  The  room  felt  smaller  whenever  Armand  started  talking  about  fear,  as  if  every  answer  came  with  a  trap  hidden  somewhere  inside  it.  "You  keep  acting  like  those  are  the  only  two  options."  Daniel  said.  His  voice  wasn't  sharp,  but  he  always  held  some  grudge  in  his  tongue.  Guess  it's  the  special  tone  he  reserves  for  all  these  vampires,  erupting  into  his  life  after  decades.  "You  keep  acting  like  those  are  the  only  two  options."  The  world  ending  or  the  vampire  sitting  across  from  him.  Daniel  leaned  forward  slightly.  "The  letter  didn't  scare  me."  That  wasn't  entirely  true.  The  letter  had  changed  everything.  It  had  reopened  doors  he  had  spent  years  convincing  himself  were  sealed,  he  could  had  died  happy  thinking  it  had  been  a  fever  dream  induced  by  his  intake  of  drugs  and  alcohol.  But  fear  wasn't  the  first  thing  he'd  felt  when  he  saw  Louis's  handwriting.  Curiosity  had  been.  "And  you  don't  scare  me  the  way  you  think  you  do."

R☆ckstar☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆: Lestat's tongue is laced with the kind of venom that can drop an army. He would like to call the vampling a little, filthy alcoholic. To be a part of the endless, immortal coven? HA! And to have his maker as the monster of the nightly shadows. Lestat can smell the stench of dungeon-dwelling on Molloy, even if the journalist himself carries alternative memories. The rockstar's eyes peruse the author of his nightmare. What a cheap trick: getting rich and famous off of someone else's tragedy. Defiantly raising his chin, Lestat glares at his counterpart through the tinted lenses of his sunglasses. "Truth?" Lestat chuckles, sweeping his hair behind his shoulder with a brush of an accessorized hand. Everyone told Molloy a story he should have sought out in the first place. The original told by a broken-hearted telephone. Anyone on the street could have told Daniel about Lestat de Lioncourt and he would have eaten it up instead of seeking the real fucking thing.

"Your truth is a made-up lie." The rockstar spits flatly. He does not feel remorse for a nosy journalist. "Reap what you sew." A pearly sneer pairs with his stubborn righteousness. Lestat is owed at least that: a recognition that the world is wrong and he is right for being himself. Flawed or not, he gave the world a show to erase the Interview from the face of the world. Was the novel a trap? It certainly caught his attention to change the trajectory of his quiet life in Canada. What a joke.

"You," Lestat snaps. "Chose to become a part of it. No one asked you to chase after us, Danny. No one asked for you to defame me." The vampire points his index finger at himself, gritting his teeth. The more Molloy speaks, the tenser tha rockstar grows, annoying by the circumstances. He still agreed to do a documentary and to step in front of the rolling camera because if a book is going to blacken his name, he may as well create a world full of tar. "As I see it," the rockstar tilts his head, stretching his lips into a wide smile. "You got what you deserved."

Daniel   doesn’t   answer   right   away.   That   was   the   thing   with   Lestat;   you   sort   of   learned   pretty   quickly   that   silence   pissed   him   off   more   than   yelling   ever   could.   He   sits   back   in   his   chair   instead,   looking   tired   more   than   intimidated.   One   hand   rubs   at   his   mouth   while   the   other   keeps   hold   of   the   cane   between   his   knees.   The   old   reporter   stare   settles   in   after   a   second.   Sharp.   Annoyingly   calm.   “Wow.”   Daniel   says   finally.   “Still   rehearsing   speeches   in   the   mirror,   huh?”   Lestat   gets   that   look   on   his   face   immediately.   The   one   that   says   he’s   about   three   seconds   away   from   either   biting   someone   or   starting   a   concert   tour.   Daniel   keeps   going   before   he   can   interrupt.

“You   know   what’s   funny?   You   always   do   this.,   from   what   I   heard   about   you.”   His   hand   motions   vaguely   toward   Lestat   like   he’s   pointing   out   bad   architecture.   “You   turn   every   goddamn   thing   into   theater.   Every   conversation’s   a   trial.   Every   person   who   looks   at   you   wrong   is   suddenly   part   of   some   grand   conspiracy   against   the   great   Lestat   de   Lioncourt.”   There   is   a   pause   then   ,   adding   shortly   after   another   comment   as   he   pulls   a   pack   of   smokes   out   of   his   pocket.   A   dry   laugh   slips   out   of   him.   “The   world   is   your   stage.   And   Christ,   you   make   it   sound   like   I   hunted   you   people   down   with   a   crossbow.   Louis   came   to   me.   Twice,   actually.   First   time,   I   was   a   kid   with   a   tape   recorder   and   a   drug   problem.   Second   time?”   Daniel   shrugs.   “Well,   that   might   had   been   also   my   fault.   But   I   hate   incomplete   work.”

His   eyes   flick   briefly   over   Lestat’s   face   behind   the   glasses.   “Louis   lied.   Armand   lied.   You   lied.   Everybody   in   your   little   undead   soap   opera   was   editing   the   footage   depending   on   who   they   hated   that   decade.”   Daniel   leans   forward   slightly.   “The   difference   is   I   actually   admitted   when   I   got   things   wrong.   Which   is   why   I   am   here   to   get   the   other   side   of   this.   .   .if   I   count   Claudia's   diaries,   square   sided   story.”   There’s   no   fear   in   him.   Not   really.   Annoyance,   maybe.   Exhaustion.   The   kind   that   comes   from   spending   too   many   years   untangling   other   people’s   damage,   and   he   has   an   inkling   that   while   Lestat   might   be   more   easy   to   get   a   full   truth   out   of,   he   might   also   be   his   hardest   interview   to   date.  

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