faceofabotticelliangel:

What any immortal who pays attention thinks.

Will the world cease living?

No, it won’t.

Will the societies change, will I be terrified of it?

Yes, it is ever changing.

Will I be alone?

Inevitably so. But you enjoy it.

Will I last to be a child of the millennia?

Who shall perish?

Will it be those I loved, or have come to love?

Will they they do what I tried and take comfort in the early ray’s of the sun, taking and lifting them up into the atmosphere till they are no more?

Or will it be like the same as I when cease to live, cease to rediscover the planet and fulfill my own prophecy of the vampires weary of the world whom lay their immortal bones upon the earth and sleep and listen and sleep until they can dream no more and all they know is their silent cries for the unbearable thirst wracking their blood deprived bodies beneath the soil, too weak to climb out?

I often think…before I shall ever think to do this….it will be my darling Sybelle, or Benji though I claim that he is strong. He is a mere boy, after all, permanently twelve years of age. So many made so young when they are turned do not make it. I know. We all do.

And my Sybelle, beautiful Sybelle…I abhor comparing her to the damned violinist, the fledgling of Lestat’s…driven mad by his immortality until he gave up too.

Even Daniel…When will he tire of his sickness hindering him?

Do not start me on Marius, Or Lestat and Louis who have already been through far too much.

What is there not to worry about when you think about it?