In my mortal life all I wanted was death but a man named Lestat de Lioncourt changed me to a vampire instead. We could never see eye to eye. He killed for fun, seeing humans as prey. I on the other hand, hated to kill. We moved to New Orleans but he continued his killing ways. I was planning to leave him, but I never had the courage to do such thing. In my attempt to avoid killing, I ran into a part of New Orleans that was struck with plague. Out of hunger, I fed on a six year old girl. Lestat then did an unthinkably thing and changed her. Her name was Claudia and she was officially are new daughter.
The three of us were together for 75 years until Claudia grew bitter towards Lestat for changing her. We are like you, never allowed to die or grow old. We both condemned her to this life and now were suffering. She grew cold and in the end she took her revenge and slit his throat. We threw him in the Swamp and left for London.
We hid out in a town with no name. A deserted town where the poorest people live. Claudia was not herself. She earned for more information about what she was, reading books she stole from New Orleans about myths. Many were nonsense, garlic, stake in the heart, holy water, crucifixes. Though the sun and coffins were correct.
What changed our lives was the summer of 1866 as we walked the through the streets of London at night when Claudia stumbled upon a small girl. She was a frail girl, skinny from lack of food, with dark brown hair that went to the middle of her back. Her outfit was just a dirty, blue dress with a blue bonnet with lots of tears. Claudia stared with confusion as the small girl stared into a window with a beautiful doll standing inside.
"Why do you stare at her?" Claudia asked the young child.
"I pretend she's speaking at me." The girl whispered, touching the glass with her small, dirty fingers. "She's telling me she wants to be free and live happily with her lover, who has gone away on business."
Claudia did not understand the strange mortal girl. When the girl turned to stare, she smiled. "You're quite pretty."
"What's your name?" Claudia was intrigued by this girl. She was no more than four years old, wandering alone in tattered clothing in the middle of nigh, just to stare at a doll. The girl did not answer when she turned and ran down the street, turning a corner. Claudia followed closely when she followed the girl to a small, filthy looking house where the girl slipped in. Unsure what to do, she left.
Three days later a fire was started in the middle of the town and it spread rather fast. People were running, screaming, trying to stop the fire. Claudia and I stayed in the shadows, watching, when she became worried.
The girl she met was looking around. "What is she doing?" Claudia spoke to herself. That's when the girl stared at the fire and ran inside, screaming mommy. "NOO," Claudia shouted, running after the girl, in which I followed.
We ran through the burning houses where we found the girl, crying as she sat next to the body of a woman. "Mommy," she cried. The house then began to crumble as the ceiling was falling. I picked up the two and ran out and far away as the town crumbled.
The girl did not speak at first but continued to cry when Claudia had enough. "Stop crying, things happen for a reason."
"I'm alone though."
"No you aren't. You will be with us." It was then I saw Claudia's intentions for this girl. "And I'll be your mother and Louis will be your father."
The girl looked at us, "But, your..your almost as young as me."
Claudia shook her head. "No, I am much older. Come on dear, you are my child now." Claudia then hugged the small girl. And a few seconds later, she hugged back. "Mommy. Daddy."
"We still don't know your name." I spoke, accepting the decision.
The girl smiled. "My name is Isabella."
And that was when our lives were changed forever.