When I awoke next, I was in the hospital, alone. I didn't know what was going on, what happened, how I got there. For sure Lestat must have brought me in hope they could save our child but he couldn't stay there.

A nurse alerted the doctor that I was awake. A few minutes later, the doctor entered the room and I didn't like the look on his face.

Suddenly I realized that I have bandages covering most of my face where I had been caught. And where I had carried this baby for so long, it felt strangely empty. I knew I had lost this baby, there was no way this child could have sustained this kind of an attack. But I also knew that at that moment, I realized that having this child, as strange as it may seem, was what I wanted, and I would do it again when I was better. And I would protect this child better. I just wanted to tell Lestat that. Tell him that I understood and wanted this too. When I get out , I would tell him.

" How are you feeling ?"

" Well, I've been much better, but I'm alive. My baby ?"
" We couldn't save your baby, I'm sorry"

I knew that already but to hear it was difficult.

" We had to operate on you, your uterus had been badly damaged by the knife piercing it" I thought okay, I expected that, but this doctor looked at me in a way that I knew there was more to this story.

" What is it ?"
" I'm terribly sorry to have had to do this. Your uterus was badly damaged. We were unable to stop the internal bleeding and if we didn't do anything, you would have died from it. We had to remove your uterus. I'm very very sorry"

" What, that's not possible. Women get C-Section everyday and you cut this thing open all the time for that and sew it right back up without an issue. Why was this any different ?"

" It was because of the cut that was done. The perforation was too great, there wasn't anything we could do."

I couldn't believe it. I never wanted a child and now that I did, I would never have one ? What the hell kinda life was this that I was living ? Can't anything be easy in my life ? I'm so damn tired of this shit.

I motioned for the doctor and the nurse to leave me alone. They asked me if I was fine I said "yes, of course, I never wanted kids in the first place anyways. " Not sure what they were thinking because I didn't even look at them anymore. They both left and told me they would be back later.

I stayed there in the room, alone, staring at the ceiling thinking that this is it. I would never have a child to take care of me in my old age, and would certainly loose Lestat now that he had no purpose for me anymore. Or maybe he would kill me for putting his child in danger and his only chance to continue his very precious bloodline. Whatever the case, who cares. I suddenly wished I died in the alley that night. The drugs were taking over and I was falling asleep.

When I woke up, I was very surprised to find Lestat standing in my room. How he got there, I don't know and I didn't care.

"Ha, the angel of death. Have you come to send me on my way to hell ? I will never have children again Lestat, you have no use for me now. So please, be done with it."

He bent down and kissed my forehead, my cheek. He took the bandages off my face and I let him, I didn't care. It was painful but what is pain now after all I've been through.

He kissed my nose, my eyelids, my lips. What was he up to.

Then suddenly, I felt his fangs pierced the flesh of my neck. This is it, he was draining me. Thank you my angel of death, I won't have to live with this guilt over my head forever. Thank you for easing my pain. Yes, I could feel myself drifting away, fading away, my thoughts were almost no more and my body was so weak, then he stopped. I was on the verge of death and was happy about it.

Without a word again, he kept looking at me, caressing my body gently. But I could barely feel him. I was almost dead, I think.

When he put his hand where there was once life in there, I cried the little bit of tears I had left in me. That alone was exhausting. That is when he did it. I heard the crunching sound of him biting his wrist and his blood was dripping into my parted lips. I closed them shut but some had already gone into my mouth giving me this great sensation that I was fighting off. That's when he grabbed me behind the neck and said.

" You are not going to let me suffer this guilt and lost alone, I won't let you. You're not getting off that easily. For your punishment, you will be made as I was, without a choice."

With that, he forced his wrist to my mouth and I had no choice but to drink his blood. Once I started, I couldn't stop.

There he was, the real Lestat, the fiend I came to love. He couldn't get to continue his bloodline but he would make a line of vampires with his blood. Either way, he'd have a child when he felt like it and this time, that child would be me.

I often wondered since then if he would have made me his child, had I asked for the dark gift. I concluded that he probably wouldn't have.

I wanted to hate him for what he did to me, not giving me the choice he gave everyone else. Me, his only descendant; his only family. But instead, I spent many nights thinking and analyzing what had happened to me, to him and to the others he had given a choice to.

Then, one day, I realized that the reason Lestat had been able to live this way for so long, with no remorse, was because he wasn't given a choice. Because of that, he didn't feel guilty when he killed or tormented someone. He never asked to be what he was, he never asked for it. But now that he was, he just did what was in his nature, and he did it to the best of his ability. In a way, by not giving me the choice, he rid me of the same guilt. It wasn't a punishment but a blessing somehow. But I never shared that theory with him as I don't think he would have appreciated it.

And history continued to repeat itself for Lestat as we walked the night together. We have been spending 26 years together so far and had the greatest adventures. Lestat hasn't looked again to find another descendant of the Lioncourt Family bloodline. But knowing him as well as I do, I'm sure the interest would peak him one more time later on. My dark prince just never gives up that easily.