Dear Lestat, thank you for answering my question on matters of the heart; your insight is very helpful! I do have another important question, though. Would you turn anyone into a vampire if they asked for it? Is it entirely up to you? Or are there certain rules by which you must abide? Not that I would want to be turned, of course – I’m asking for a friend… (sounds credible enough, right?) Sincerely, H.

♛I’m printing your message to show Louis AND Armand that at least ONE PERSON finds my insight very helpful! And thanked me for it! On second thought, Armand will probably suggest that I sent this message to myself but Louis knows I don’t do that. He knows I would invent a longer pseudonym, he knows I couldn’t bear to have an alias go by only one letter *smiles*

As much as I enjoy the act itself, no, I wouldn’t turn just anyone into a vampire if they asked for it. Other vampires in our coven might have a different answer, but I choose people who I can’t release to death… and the reasons for choosing them vary.

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As far as rules about it, well, a few of us, myself included, have broken the no-underage people rule, but that is still one of our main guidelines about it. There’s no board approval to do it, but we all try to keep our emotions in check and not turn every sexy tattooed barista we meet, not every musician whose talent we long to preserve for eternity. I admit I have something of a taste for musicians…

You have to understand that the Dark Gift is not an exact science, as with mortal pregnancy, there’s no guarantee of a good outcome. Every time we do it there is the chance that the person will die in the process, if they lose focus, if I lose focus, if the vampiric spirit fails to adhere to theirs… if there’s not enough blood to exchange,… so many ways for it to fail, and if Louis had died that night… I don’t like to think about it. There was a good chance he was ready to choose Death over me. 

And then, there are worse things than death. Nicolas seemed to be an animated corpse at first, and I could barely stand to look at his face, devoid of his own expressions, barely functioning… and then when he woke, I couldn’t celebrate that either. He was another someone I barely recognized. Was it the Blood or was it something he always had within him and kept from me? I might never know.

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