Everything in the world was now different for me. Every little things that was once holding some fascination in this world were now feeling dead to me. There wasn't anymore excitement for antiques and things that was from other centuries. There wasn't any interest in criminals other than to drink and kill them. No new mysteries to excite me and keep me going, nothing new and creative to write about. Now that I was the new vampire Juila, made by Lestat himself, I found everything that use to keep me going everyday, was now boring and dead, and I couldn't understand why.

Lestat was equally boring to me. After he made me, I quit my job without an explanation and he took me to his place to live with him. He showed me a few basic survival things like : sleeping in a coffin or dark spot, or stopping to feed before the heart stops, and then he went quiet. He was forever sitting in his chair, thinking and looking dead. Occasionally, he left the apartment to feed alone and sometimes he was writing. This was how he spent all his time.

I wanted to know everything there was to know but he wouldn't even acknowledge my presence. I tried to engage in conversations a few times, got upset many times, but that was all in vain. I concluded that he was forever upset with me for what happened, and now that I was a vampire, I held no more fascination for him. The attraction was gone and he was determined to make me feel the pains he had felt when he was first made and all alone as this new creature. Back in a time when he had known nothing more than I do about being a vampire.

However, I think it was even more frustrating to have him in my face than if he had just left me alone. It was like having someone with all the answers with you, night after night, but refusing to tell you. It was very frustrating. But this frustration was probably the only little bit of emotion I had left in me.

After I was turned, I felt like a completely new person. I felt more cold hearted, insensitive to mostly anything. I didn't just kill to survive, I killed cause I wanted to, and I enjoyed it. Especially when it was killing criminals. I would seek the worst of them so I could inflict the most pain to them without guilt. And doing so brought me tremendous pleasure. That feeling left me confused. I never thought of myself as someone who could do these things and feel this way. I wanted to think that it was because of my new nature but part of me knew that it was just who I've always been; merciless and vengeful, and I had a hard time dealing with that.

My nights consisted of roaming the back alleys looking for a murderer or rapist in action. Once I found one, I would save the victim when I could, take my victim away in a flash, make him or them suffer by breaking as many bones as I could and without mercy, I'd drain them and leave them to die, hoping it would be slow and painful. I'd wait for them to die, watching them, then I dropped them in a river, lake, whatever I could find. Sometimes, I buried them alive. Nobody would care about them.

When I finished my own criminal act, I felt satisfied, the rage in my heart satiated. It was so much like the feeling you get after you had the most animalistic sex with a stranger. It was a great satisfaction. But afterwards came the guilt and the shame for what you had just done, how you did it, the lack of control. That is how I was feeling. And I would spend the rest of the night walking the streets trying to understand who I was, getting no answers from Lest at, and I would swear to myself that I wouldn't do it again. But the

next night, I was back into it one more time. The urge to kill, not to feed, was more than anything I could control. I was a killing addict, a murderer of the worst kind.

Some nights, I knew Lestat had followed me, that he was spying on me. These nights, I was even more brutal. I'm not too sure what I was trying to do; spark some life into him, make him proud or simply make him see that I was after avenging what had been done to both of us. I was hoping, waiting for him to forgive me, to snap out of it. I felt so guilty that I was willing to be patient but this was agonizing for me.

Before I was a vampire I needed to feel his presence and interact with him. Now that I was his child, this need was even stronger but I would get nothing from him. Because of this, I didn't move out of his apartment but there are nights that I threatened to do so, just to see what he would do. But he did nothing. I hated him as much as I loved him.

One evening, as I was looking for my next victim, I saw this other vampire feeding off this young woman. He didn't kill her. She left willingly. She obviously knew him. I was intrigued and kept watching and following him. I followed him all the way to his home. Once he got there, he turned around and looked in my direction.

" Are you going to introduce yourself or will you keep following me this way?" He said with no emotion in his voice.

I moved out of the shadow as I saw no point in hiding anymore. I moved towards him and stopped when I was about 2 feet from him. I wasn't really afraid but thought maybe I should be.

" I'm sorry. I didn't mean to spy on you it's just that, well, I haven't met another vampire before." I said to him feeling ashamed of not having been more straightforward before.

" You never met the one who made you?" he said surprised.

" Ho yes, that one I know very well. Let's just say that we don't have much exchange anymore." I tried to control the frustration in my voice as I was thinking of Lestat.

" I see. I have to go now, it's almost dawn. You also should get going I think. But I am available every other evening if you want to come back."

" I'd love to. What time should we meet?" I was getting excited at the thought of getting to know him and it was probably too apparent.

" What time? " He said laughing. " You really don't know much do you. You met me now, you know my sent, just use your instinct and you can find me if you are looking hard enough, wherever I maybe." He turned and was about to enter.

" Wait, what's your name?"

" Ludwig."

With that he just left and went inside. I also left in a hurry, as daylight would be coming soon. When I got home, Lestat was waiting for me. He actually spoke to me that was a change.

" Where were you? It's almost daylight" He said with an angry tone.

" I know. I met this vampire and I was just talking to him. I didn't see the time." I tried not to let him show how excited I was to have met someone. I didn't want to anger or hurt him more than I had already, no matter how frustrating he was.

We were walking to our coffins as we talked. Lestat didn't need the rest anymore, nor was he afraid of the light of the day, but I did.

" A vampire?" he said intrigued. " What was his name?"

" Ludwig"

Lestat gave me a look that I didn't understand. It was the most piercing look I had seen on him before, I'm not sure I was reading this right but, it was almost fear I could read from him. I couldn't look at him looking at me this way and I just close the lid of my coffin and slept.