“It was the worst winter that I could remember, and the wolves were stealing the sheep from our peasants and even running at night through the streets of the village…
I wasn’t the least afraid of the wolves either. Never in my life had I seen or heard of a wolf attacking a man. And I would have poisoned them, if I could, but meat was simply too scarce to lace with poison.
So early on a very cold morning in January, I armed myself to kill the wolves one by one.” – The Vampire Lestat
I can see why you would ask me this, but the times seem to be so different and yet so the same. In my experience, as far as running away to Paris with Nicolas, I only have simple, nearly instinctual advice, unfortunately. Keep in mind that it has been a long, long time since then.
Firstly, I would try to work out your financial matter thoroughly; there was a time or two when other than our apartment, we weren’t much richer than the homeless of Paris. Secondly, dive in and immerse yourself in this city with all your heart and soul and love it as if it were a living, breathing person. Cities have personalities as well as any human. Thirdly, heartbreak from home will ache but remember that your family and friends are only a letter, or email, or call away. Remember that you are not alone in your travelings, and if you were, you always are capable of working your will.
I apologize if this is little help to you but just let the city throw you where it wants you and don’t be afraid if it isn’t where you thought you would go.
My agony was unbearable. Never since I was a human being had I felt such mental pain. It was because all of Lestat’s words had made sense to me. I knew peace only when I killed, only for that minute; and there was no question in my mind that the killing of anything less than a human being brought nothing but a vague longing…
I was turning around and around in the street, looking at the stars and thinking, Yes, it’s true. I know what he is saying is true, that when I kill there is not longing; and I can’t bear this truth, I can’t bear it.
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