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Spoilers:
The Vampire Chronicles, including and up to MtD, which this humbly attempts to explain. There is some naughty language, several bits of violence, and no little amount of blood drinking, of course. There is also some self-indulgent automobile worship, but not much.
Dedicated:
To DarkAngel, my very own Beautiful One, my beloved, the sun, the moon, and all the stars for me. Tu es mon coeur, ma vie, et mon âme, toujours. Tu me complétes.
Woman, I can hardly express
My mixed emotions at my thoughtlessness
After all I'm forever in your debt
And woman I will try to express
My inner feelings and thankfulness
For showing me the meaning of success
Woman I know you understand
The little child inside of your man
Please remember my life is in your hands
And woman hold me close to your heart
However distant don't keep us apart
After all it is written in the stars
Woman please let me explain
I never meant to cause you sorrow or pain
So let me tell you again and again and again
I love you now and forever
-John Ono Lennon
I may not always love you
But long as there are stars above you
You'll never need to doubt it
I'll make you so sure about it
God only knows what I'd be without you
If you should ever leave me
Though life would still go on, believe me
Life could show nothing to me
So what good would living do me
God only knows what I'd be without you
-Brian Wilson
Foster Fledgling
By Father of Lies
Background
Lestat had been stalking a drug dealer, named Roger, for several weeks, occasionally drinking from his addict customers, and finally drinking from him. At first, the drugs had little effect upon Lestat. Then, the night Lestat decided to kill the drug dealer, he didn't realize that Roger had taken a heavy hit of LSD. After killing him, Lestat took the body to the St. Louis #1 cemetery to hide the evidence of the kill. By the time he had disposed of the body, he was seemingly no longer in touch with reality - he was, to put it colloquially, tripping. The combination of the built up amounts of chemicals already in his system and the massive amount ingested by Roger had apparently altered his mental state.
He experienced a series of "visions" which were probably inspired by a number of recent experiences: David Talbot's vision of God and the Devil talking in a Paris café; a discussion between David, Louis, Armand and himself about creation, life, death, and the afterlife; his recent purchase of a former orphanage on Napoleon Street; a graphically intense television documentary about eye surgery; a recent visit to see his one-time love, the stigmatic nun, Gretchen; and his own recent suicide attempt in the Gobi. These memories, along with an encounter with a young boy in the cemetery, produced a series of false memories, and induced a state of what could only be described as madness.
Then again, he did disappear for several nights, and no one, not Armand, not Marius, not even Maharet, could locate him…..
Chapter One
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