By Lolita Yanki

"This is the part of the stories that you never heard. Now I shall begin with my tale.

'Twas on a dark night of a full moon in a small town of Louisiana, in a plantation next to a hotel. A little girl, appearing to be about five and half, or seven perhaps. But no, she wasn't that young, or old. But she was six, plain simple six. She had hair that was practically an unidentifiable color; her older sisters changing it frequently. She was like a doll to them, a toy now and forever. That little girl was me. Yet, today it was the day, or, night rather, that two of my sister's, my two oldest ones, who were the most beautiful, sensual and seducing, the ones who had the most infatuations, would be going to the most popular bar in all of Louisiana to celebrate their turning of age, at the peak of womanhood. They were to turn seventeen, and eighteen, their birthdays only a week separate. Yet, a day before my youngest, new brother had died in our old plantation. He had fallen down all of the stairs, from the tallest tower all the way down all a hundred and eighty steps. He finally fell onto the floor of the entryway and cracked his little fragile,

hairless head open on the hard vintage floor. Because of this, the entire family moved by carriage to New Orleans. This little girl, Dramana (d-rah-m-an-n-ah) cried her little eyes out. Even though I hadn't known him; I shed many tears over him. For that exact reason. No one in my family knew it, but I was quite intelligent for a girl, or even woman much beyond her own young age.

As soon we reached out new mansion, my sisters Freniere and Clana (c-l-aw-n-ah) ran out of the carriage, anxious to seduce men. Freniere had but only small features, long, soft, silky blonde curls, white skin, blue eyes and big breasts. While Clana had black hair and eyes, her features sharp and her skin was a little tanner than Freniere's yet she too had enormous bosoms. They both wore fancy, fashionable, flashy, expensive dresses that went off their shoulders, exposing most of their breasts. Freniere and Clana both had enormous appetites and could eat a lot, they were also tricked, fooled easily and didn't notice many things. They too were the ones who always got drunk as well. They both could kiss quite well too. Freniere didn't like the dark, and Clana didn't like the cold. Freniere was a Christian, she didn't know it but she was secretly in love with the priest. He was three years older than her and wasn't even that handsome. Still Freniere was a wench, and insisted upon getting paid a lot. Her price was very excessively high to be in the company of a man, mostly older men. Clana didn't always get along with Freniere, Freniere was mean. She would say things about her sister, bad things behind her back. Yet still Clana followed, and copied her sister that night. They were never seen again.

The next day my mother left me with my father. She had gone back to live at her sisters' and older brother's plantation. A day later her brother received a challenge, and died in the fight. My mother Babette told me of vampires two especially; Louis and Lestat. I hung on the words, anxiously waiting to meet them as my mother had claimed to. My mother became an outcast of the entire state. My father disowned my mother along with myself. I soon ended up in the childrens' hospital. I was deathly ill. The next thing I knew, I was in what her mother had described as a vampire's arms.

I coughed and sneezed the entire way to a huge plantation. Another girl was with me in the vampire's arms. She looked like a doll, with beautiful blonde locks. I looked up at the vampire as I was set down into a coffin which I later learned to belong to Lestat himself. I looked around confused and noticed another vampire. He looked just as her mother had described Louis; handsome with white skin and beautiful brown hair. I sat up in the coffin slowly. As the two vampires I presumed to be Louis and Lestat spoke, I got out of the coffin, unable to make out what they were saying. I began to walk towards them until I saw, with wide eyes what they had done to the other girl; they had turned her into a vampire! That was when I ran; ran from them both in fear. As I passed the stove I noticed a hand, a human hand, with the same fingers as my sister, Freniere's hand, just

Barely leaking out of it. I suddenly stopped, recognizing the hand strangely. I approached it slowly. I touched it with an outstretched hand. Suddenly I pulled away from it, terrified. All of a sudden the handle fell, as did the door and I saw her. It was my sister, Freniere! Suddenly sobs began to pour from me as I realized that my sisters weren't missing- they were dead. In between sobs and cries I coughed, being as sickly as I was. I even got a bloody and runny nose. I never really realized it at first, that the vampires, Lestat, and Louis, had heard me, even when Lestat scooped me up into his arms and began caring me away from my sisters. My sight was still bad, since I had been crying. Soon enough though, I had realized that I was in something's, someone's arms. I didn't

know who it was, or where it was taking me. I felt the person's body and immediately knew it was a man. I suddenly got into a coughing fit. I couldn't stop coughing until I felt myself almost in someone else's arms. I felt a cold hand pushing me away, refusing to take me. I had finally stopped coughing and instead now sniffed my runny, sickly nose. As I did, I looked at the men's faces. The one refusing to take me was Louis and the other who was holding me was Lestat. I looked up at Lestat and now stared at him; into his eyes. I softly named him, "Lestat." I watched his eyes widen as he cocked a brow.

"How do you know that name," the one I had called Louis asked almost demanding an answer from me gently, as if I'd break if he yelled or shouted in surprise.

"She's your precious mortal, Babete's youngest daughter," Lestat replied, answering for me.

I nodded to this and saw Louis's eyes go large again; in his pupils I could see her, my mother. She looked confused, yet curious, scared and terrified. All of a sudden I heard my mother screaming. I felt an agonizing pain in my neck. I screamed as I suddenly realized what was happening. Lestat had taken me back from Louis and bitten me. I felt myself dying, it was a strange sensation going threw my body, killing the feeling at my fingertips, and then before I knew it, it was my fingers then my hands. Soon my entire body had gone numb very quickly and I was so confused and scared. Then it was my fingertips once again only this time, it was the feeling of death; that I was dying. It began in my thumb, and then it began to spread to my forefinger, middle finger, ring finger, then my hands, my wrists, forearms, elbows, even my entire arms, both of them, and then my shoulders. Suddenly I felt my heart stop beating, and the death feeling sped up now, getting faster, more contagious throughout my body. It continued, threw my internal organs, my sumac, my thighs, my knees, then my entire leg, and soon enough both legs. I was terrified, and this only fueled my death more. It still continued through my ankles, onto my feet and finally stopped at my small toes. I felt a head rush as the small few drops of blood sped to my head. I moaned. I looked Lestat in the face again. He was even more beautiful than before. He thrust his wrist to me, and I refused.

"Drink," Lestat ordered.

I gasped for breathe, almost in panic. "Never, demond gods, damned," I hissed to him with the last breath that I had. This all went so fast it's heard to remember, I was so near to death. I do remember though, that Lestat beat me, while Louis tried to stop him, until I finally succumbed to him. I drank his blood, knowing too well what I was to become. "So this is my fate, my destiny," I thought to myself before I blacked out in Lestat's arms. That was when my mortal body died and I was born, into darkness.