The Vampire

Why have I gone this long without explaining my name or talking of vampires? How distracted I have been. The Vampire Lestat, my old pseudonym. Now, I am more like Armand, but back in the day, I know it wasn't that long ago. I was known as a Lestat. I had every aspect of his character in my being. I was the hunter, who found companions who left them. I was the damned soul that would live forever and who regrets nothing (hope you see the parallel with Armand in the last phrase). Armand was the natural choice to evolve. As most intelligent scholars of the chronicles know, the vampires are a metaphor for gay men, as a metaphor for life. It is like watching episodes of Sex in the City, Friends, and Queer as Folk where you have the archetypical characters that everyone can relate to. Here recently I have found a Louis character that has peaked my interest. You know him as Riff. But here recently I have felt like the reverse of what happened in Interview with a Vampire, where Louis is the one that says "you want me to quicken you once more, and as much as that thought appeals to me I must regretfully decline." This is much more of what I would like to say to him. But as I have not made it through The Vampire Armand so I don't know his side yet. I do know that he stayed with Lestat through the years and was there when Louis came back to New Orleans. Armand, always going back to the old days. Old friendships and love that is forgotten. I have a bit of Lestat left in me. These two characters Armand and Lestat both loved Louis. But that is the difference. I can't love Riff. He won't let me. I don't know him. I fear I never will. I can never say that I loved him, because I have never truly known him. Only surface level scans and readings. So, now it is time to go find a new Louis, unless this one can find his way home like in the end of The Vampire Lestat.


Lestat