I Was Good And Bad, But Never

I Was The Vampire Lestat Again. I Was Back In Action. New Orleans Was Once Again My Hunting Ground.

It Was As If This Night Were Only One Of Thousands Of Nights, World Without End, Night Curving Into Night To Make A Great Arching Line Of Which I Couldn’t See The End, A Night In Which I Roamed Alone Under Cold, Mindless Stars.

I Resolved To Move Just A Little Bit More Slowly Through The World, To Look Around Myself With Greater Care, And To Try To Remain Conscious Of All That Was Going On Around Me At All Times.

You See,' [armand] Said, 'killing Other Vampires Is Very Exciting; That Is Why It Is Forbidden Under Penalty Of Death.

Should We Put Out The Light? And Then Put Out The Light. But Once Put Out Thy Light, I Cannot Give It Vital Breath Again. It Needs Must Wither.