gorgeous-fiend-blog:

Yes, and I have already detailed this in my memoir The Vampire Lestat. It was in the the days following the wolf hunt when I returned home feet-dragging  like a  jaded warrior, eyes haunted by ghosts of the battlefield. Gabrielle came to me as I  lay curled in my room, still wearing the clothes of that blood-soaked day. She whispered her understanding, likening my fight with the wolves to childbirth. We’d both been to a special circle of hell, and we had both done it alone. There could be no greater cognizance  between us than in that moment.

Of course, this was the same time she told me she was to die and  my heart cried a love for her as it never had.