Once again… all of the Characters are mine except for any mention of Anne Rice's Characters. Also, the storyline is based on her book The Interview with the Vampire
LAST TIME: Her name was Nadia… the Keeper of the Undead.
"So she's real then?" asked a young man named John. "Nadia the Keeper of the Undead?" 'I stared at him, his pink face, so smooth under the dimmed light of his apartment. Like Louis, a young journalist was interviewing me. The Interview with the vampire had been a big hit all over the world, plus Lestat's music had brought most vampires into the light. It was my turn. I wanted to let the world know that they were never safe, not even in the comfort of their homes.
' "Yes, Nadia is real, now, would you like me to continue? Or would you prefer to constantly interrupt me with questions?" John stared at me, clearly afraid of what I could do to him, but I wouldn't, I needed him unfortunately. I'd tell him my secrets and he'd tell the world. You see, I don't have the same talent as Lestat; I couldn't walk up on stage in front of thousands of people and sing my secrets to them, like I said earlier… I have always lived in the shadows.'
"N-no, please continue, I'm sorry." He trembled.
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'Once again she sank her teeth into me, and once again I screamed… well, I tried at least. I heard drums, one weak and dieing, the other growing louder with every beat until I wanted to clasp my hands over my ears, but I could not, the dieing drum beat was that of my own mortal heart, weakening me with every growing beat of hers. When she was finish she pulled away, only to my ear though. She began to speak to me, giving me instructions to follow if I wanted to live.
' "Drink of what I give you until I tell you to stop." I heard her gasp as she slit her wrist. I felt the warm drops of her blood on my lips. I do not recall how I did this in my weak state; I pulled her wrist down to my mouth with great force. I sucked the warm liquid as fast as I could, preying to get every last drop, not wanting it to end.'
'I heard the drums again, both beating furiously. With every dieing pump of her heart, a received another mouth full of life until she yelled for me to stop. Why should I stop? She opened herself to me and I accepted. Unfortunately our minds did not think alike. She threw me across the room with a flick of her arm. I felt a different type of pain though. Not external pain, but internal pain. My bowels and abdomen started to cramp up, my head felt as if being trampled on by a heard of hippopotamus. I screamed at her to tell me what was going on, I demanded an explanation to this unruly pain, this pain that was killing me.'
'She simply smirked and said, "Your dieing my child… well, your body is dieing. It's mortal death." I suddenly fell limp, my head clouded with rushing thoughts and memories. Then out of nowhere, it stopped. I laid there staring up at the mud block ceiling of this Bug-infested house. A sudden stench of rotting death came to me as I felt my bowel fluids leave my body.
'Then it came to me, the first sign of my new birth, the sudden urge to feed. I sat up to re assure Nadia that I had indeed lived through that terrible ordeal. She smiled at me with the look of "I told you so" on her calm pale face.
"Miyra my child, look into the world with your demon eyes, tell me what you see." I stared at her; she did not glow with beauty anymore. I glanced around the room; I noticed that every thing seemed lighter and, well, everything seemed to be moving, I couldn't explain it to you. I looked down at my hands, my nails where sharp and my fingers were pale; everything about me seemed paler… and stronger.
"Nadia, I need to feed, I feel light headed.
"This way my child" she said as she led me into the oldest sons room, I poked at my new fangs with my tongue causing droplets of blood to bleed into my mouth.
' "There is your dinner… drink," she said with a giggle. I gave her a disgusted look. The thought of feeding off of this beautiful boy sickened me. I bent down next to his bedside and placed my hand on his cheek. To my surprise he started to stir. His eyes moved under his eyelids. I then heard a slight noise from behind me, too high pitch for any mere mortal to hear. I whipped around to see an empty space where Nadia had been. I began to walk towards the spot where she had been, but was stopped by the raspy gasp of the beautiful boy who had tended to me. I turned with my head bowed, I wasn't sure how I was going to explain to him why I was in his room. When I raised my head to explain to the boy of my certain dilemma; involving me in his room in the middle of the night with a strange roman woman, I screamed in disgusted horror to the sight of Nadia feeding off of him.
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"I guess that vampire D'artagnan wasn't kidding when he told me that Nadia was ruthless" I stared, shocked by Johns comment.
" You know D'artagnan?" I asked. "It's a long story, and right now, I only have time to hear yours" he said.
"You'll tell me everything you know later…I'll make sure of that." I replied sternly. I chuckled to myself when I heard him gulp.
'I screamed at her to release him. To my surprise she did, but I then realized why she had stopped. The boy was pale and gasping for his last breath of air, clasping on to whatever life he had left. She looked at me with an evil grin on her face.'
' "Finish him Miyra." I ran to the boy's side and grasped him in my arms. I cried blood tears as I kissed his forehead, his nose, his lips, his cheek, and his neck. It was too late before I realized I wasn't kissing his neck, but in fact sucking his very soul away. I could hear the cackling laughter echoing out of Nadia's mouth. The boy laid limb in my arms as I glared at Nadia.'
"Mortal emotions still clouding your vision my child? Don't worry, they'll fade just as quick as the boy's life did." She let out another hideous cackle.
'I rested the boy back into a sleeping position, hoping he'd wake up later, to help his father and tend to his sisters. Deep down my evil little heart told me he'd lie there and rot till his sickly father wondered in here to get him, only to see his son being eaten by maggots. I stood up and shoved past my creator, the witch I had to learn from. As I pasted the father's room a familiar stench came to me. Death. Death had finished off what Life had left. I entered the father's room only to look upon his pale face, drained of blood. I didn't bother passing the next room, I was positively certain I'd smell the stench of death and look upon two more pale faces, drained of blood, so I jumped out of the tiny window in the hallway, followed by Nadia. I stormed through the small dieing village towards the palace, but Nadia quickly caught up to me. I glared at her for a moment then surrendered to her evil.'
" I want to kill those guards… I yearn to take their lives like you taught me."
"Not yet Miyra, you need new clothing, and some rest. Come with me… I want to introduce you to my children."'
'She led me into the desert, until we approached a huge tomb like structure. She glanced at me with a smile and said, "Welcome home." I was not thrilled with the idea of having to live with Nadia. She led my through the dark hallways, around corners, and down many flights of stairs until we came upon a dim lit room.'
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