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He had other portraits of her painted after that. There was a large one here, very beautiful. We took it with us to Europe. We took trunks of our belongings, but that time I don't want to remember. I don't want to remember how she tried to hurt Lestat.

For a long moment, I spied upon him. I loved to do this. Often I followed him when he went hunting, simply to watch him feed.

I allowed myself to forget how totally I had fallen in love with Lestat’s iridescent eyes.

And then I ran my hands over his hair and his face, just letting myself really see him, as if he belonged to me. And he did the same.

He didn’t say anything. He was looking at me, and so affectionately that I could hardly stand it.

I’m glad to see you, though I dread admitting it. I shiver at the thought that you might have really brought an end to yourself in the desert! I can’t bear the thought of existence now without you! You infuriate me!

I didn’t mean to let them do it, Louis…I mean that Santiago…that one, you know, he didn’t tell me what they planned to do.

“I love you,” he said softly. I was amazed.

“Will you let me be one who loves you now?” he asked, his voice once again infused with emotion, his face still deeply and tragically sad.

“What have you done?” he whispered. He knelt down and looked up at me, resting his hand lightly on my shoulder. Lovely intimacy, but I wasn’t going to admit it.

He had shared the dark and romantic years of the nineteenth century with me, he was my companion as no other immortal had ever been.

Yet Louis gained a hold over me far more powerful than Nicolas had ever had. Even in his cruelest moments, Louis touched the tenderness in me, seducing me with his staggering dependence, his infatuation with my every gesture and every spoken word.

“And by the way, I wasn’t born a monster! I was a born a mortal child, the same as you. Stronger than you! More will to live than you! That was cruel of you to say.” “I know. It was wrong. Sometimes you frighten me so badly I hurl sticks and stones at you.”

Of course, you must realize that all this time the vampire Lestat was extraordinary. He was no more human to me than a biblical angel.

Lestat looked up at me now with his large, agonized eyes and his smooth, ageless face. ‘But you’ll come back…you’ll come to visit me…Louis?’ he said.

From the first moment we arrived in Varna, I had perceived certain changes in her which made me at once aware she was Lestat’s daughter as well as my own.

I love you, Louis. You are loved.

Lestat, in fact, had aroused in me feelings which I hadn’t wished to confide in anyone, feelings I’d wished to forget, despite Claudia’s death. Hatred had not been one of them.

He had shared the dark and romantic years of the nineteenth century with me, he was my companion as no other immortal had ever been.

It was a cold winter that year, and Lestat was my coal fire.