Uh, yeah, like, does it get any better than this??:
“All right, listen to me! We are going out.
But we shall do it like proper vampires, do you hear!
There are one thousand people in the church and we are going to scare them to death.I will lift the stone and we will rise up together, and when we do, raise your arms and make the most horrible face you can muster and cry out if you can. That will make them fall back, instead of pouncing upon us and dragging us off to prison, and then we’ll rush to the door.“
You are absolutely not a ‘nobody.’ Haven’t you noticed how I address my readers at almost every opportunity? “So until we meet again, I am thinking of you always; I love you; I wish you were here… in my arms.” My actual published words. I adore you. Silly fangirls, serious fangirls, silly fanboys, serious fanboys, agenderfans, even the ruthless critics, all!
These “Vampire Chronicles” are my life, laid out as honestly as possible for you. Perhaps in my search for goodness, I’ve already found it in sharing my stories. With you.
Do me a small favor, Anon: please give yourself some of the love you give to me. For the courage it took to write your message, and too many other reasons to list here, you deserve it.
I’ve explained this to another person like you… I’m an actor, as you know already, but beneath the performance must lie real substance, real experience, in order to engage with you, the audience. What good is the best performance from one of the greatest actors (ME) if there is no audience? You’re needed, every last one of you. Actors feed off their audience’s reaction, though the lines may be the same, it’s never the same show twice. Even when you read my books a second, third, fourth time around, you bring different life experiences of your own, and though the plot points are the same, your reaction to it is not.
What are my books but stories? And what are stories? Experiences in someone’s navigation of life, “Whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer/The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,/ Or to take arms against a sea of troubles/ And by opposing end them…”
I have always wanted you to experience my journey, be my captive audience, and learn from my example, whether I was being “good” or “bad” (or somewhere in between). Perhaps you can learn to take arms against your sea of troubles the way I’ve done, or suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune as I’ve suffered… more than one lifetime’s worth of both.
I know these stories have had an impact on you, on many. Have I saved lives? Like yours? I hope so. Killing evildoers is one way to save lives, writing is quite possibly another way. My autobiography had been intended for Louis, to give him everything I wouldn’t give him before that point. To save his life, if he was at all thinking he might end it. The fact that the novel touched so many lives in such a positive way made me want to share more. And more!
Mon Dieu such high praise! Best blog EVER? Thank u, much appreciate, it always feels good to know my mere presence is wanted *u* btw top secret but i may be considering doing some videos of myself so u can see me in the flesh stay tuned….
Y’know I don’t know exactly what was going on but she was in some kind of fabulous ecstasy to not try to stop him notice him basically biting her tongue and sucking on it… Supposedly Louis can Spellbind ppl w/o consciously trying, this is one of his Gifts.
…but also Lestat is doing most of the “work” for him in this scene, she’s probably reacting to that more.
I don’t think there are any major arteries in the mouth that he could have hit, so it’s just, IDK, tongue blood. And he is spilling some. Seems like alot of effort and not much dinner for him. When we see her mouth again, her lips look a little bloody but not damaged, so he was either biting her tongue or the inside of her mouth somewheres. #kinda ew
^So it’s not exactly like this for Ricean vampires, but it’s hilarious (but GROSS) so WATCH IT (if you can handle the gross). For these and the
Ricean vampires, eating people food is bad, but not lethal.
Ricean vampires lose alot of digestive anatomy when they’re turned. So their bodies just can’t metabolize it. Cooking smells are repulsive to them, as Louis describes it in IWTV:
“The slightly nauseating smell of cooking meat… I caught the sweet smell of the spices and the fresh green of marjoram and bay; and then in a wave came the horrid smell of the cooking meat, the blood and flesh decaying in the boiling fluids.“
So if they were to try a bite of a plate of food, it might be like trying to force yourself to eat something inedible, like an old soapy sponge.
I would guess that eating a whole plateful would just make them throw it back up, no enjoyment in or out 😛
Not sure about other vampires, like The Vampire Diaries, Tru Blood, 30 Days of Night, Daybreakers, etc.
I seem to recall the Lost Boys eating Chinese food? I don’t remember. Try askavampirologist for non-Ricean vampires!
I am actually a terrible resource for this question bc I… *gasp* do not really ‘get’ a lot of poetry! I only really like a few poets… like Shel Silverstein (he can be very adult and subversive, btw), Dr. Seuss (who tucked the richness of political/other messages into his works), and other “children’s” authors
yes don’t even think of mocking me on that ok i like what i like, and tbh I headcanon that Lestat has a passion for these, too, since he never got bedtime stories with illustrations as a child (and it’s why he read bedtime stories/poetry to Claudia well beyond the time when she could read to herself bc he loved impressing her with acting out the voices).
HOWEVER. I do love me some Shakespeare, and I think that counts as poetry, and Lestat loves him some Shakespeare, too. That’s canon. He mentions Keats in TOBT as he’s refurbishing the Rue Royale “Ah, wasn’t it the ode by Keats which had inspired that long-ago purchase? Where had the urn gone?” He also mentions Milton in that book. IDK if he read them but he came into possession of a collection of poetry by Wynken de Wilde in MtD.
Book-IWTV!Lestat is not wild about books of poetry, ditching Louis one night with a cruel little snap: “Read your damn poems, then! Rot!”
Lestat also considers music lyrics to “count” as poetry and might get all excited about a new track by Kanye West, Eminem or Macklemore. I think he’d be especially drawn to freestyle rap battles.
Louis quotes from Samuel Taylor Coleridge’s The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, so I would assume he liked (at least at that time) that kind of story/poetry: macabre, dealing with religion v. nature undertones.
I see Marius as liking the quirky poetry in the New Yorker, and Stan Rice’s free-form style, as he likes to study emerging trends in thoughts.
DavidTalbot likes Blake, the Tyger features in his… trajectory, shall we say.
Louis blatantly likes bewbs. That’s practically canon. Look he has his hand on her cleavage here – altho it is pretty far above the boobs – but that is no accident!
Obsessed with? Idk if I’d use that word. But yes, he does describe bewbs often (although in Merrick, it’s David telling that story, and it seems that HE is the one obsessed with her bewbs in particular).
Madeleine knew she had phenomenal boobs and wielded their seductive power like a pro:
Louis was partially under Armand’s spell here, but Madeleine totally used her bazongas to completely bewitch Louis into giving her what she wanted (IWTV):
“’ `If you were a mortal man; man and monster!’ she said angrily. `If I could only show you my power…’ and she smiled malignantly, defiantly at me `… I could make you want me, desire me! But you’re unnatural!”
Ooooh burn! She basically just called him NOT A MAN. That her powers only worked on men with working man parts. Claudia might have told her about that.
“’… What can I give you! What can I do to make you give me what you have!’ Her hand hovered over her breasts, seeming to caress them like a man’s hand.”
^I think they teach strippers to do that to excite their audience.
“It was strange, that moment; strange because I could never have predicted the feeling her words incited in me, the way that I saw her now with that small enticing waist, saw the round, plump curve of her breasts and those delicate, pouting lips. She never dreamed what the mortal man in me was, how tormented I was by the blood I’d only just drunk. Desire her I did, more than she knew;….”
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