Your walks leave you lonely? Where are you walking then Cherie? I sometimes ache to be out in the night, walking. Of course I know I have alternate outcomes in my nights, but then still, even on nights where nothing occurs but the walk itself, I think of so much as my feet move soundlessly on these old streets. That is also I think a part of it, that I am here in the area, where so much of my history has happened and become in fact, public. When I walk it's like I experience every nuance of my life. Not painfully, but more like a soft review of dim memories. Of course they're not so dim in reality, but seemingly my pace tells them I am moving and haven't the time to dwell in each of them as I could. Were I to do that, well, I would not be moving, but sitting far into contemplation. So I move, and the night moves with me, through what Louisiana or Mississippi darkness I might be in at the time. The night and its beauty, the creatures moving through it, both corporal and detached, fascinate me, and always will. I encourage you to look around, and let the night speak to you. If you can listen, you won't be lonely.

She says you are like me hm? What do you think? Are you? Don't each of you to some degree think that you have a bit of Lestat, and a pinch of Louis, and a dash of Dennis and Nicolas, with maybe a sprinkling of Merrick and David, and a shake or two of Armand, Marius and Daniel (since that's one blended concoction anyhow) and a serving of hm, who… Well, you get my point. I'm sure there are a dozen or more combinations you could come up with. In fact, it's a surprise to me that someone hasn't come up with some sort of New Orleans take on our names as fancy ways to lure customers into their eateries. Now there, that will give you girls something to work with in your writing endeavors.

Yes, the nights always treat me well, as I said earlier in my answers here. You call to me, and others do. Do you know I do not near have the cacophony in my head that some might think. There are those voices which come through, and some, unbidden come, and then hide, but will be found soon enough. I make you wonder at these words I imagine. Well, as the saying goes, stay tuned, and you will see, I'm sure. Until then, whisper to me still. The chorus of you all is to me a soft applause that spurs me on, to things that will come to pass as all my misadventures in the nights have before.

Of course, you could pay me. That would make me feel so bad, and you know how I adore that. I've been talking to Louis, and though NYC will be steamy in mid-July, I think that's the only time we can get away together. I should speak with you about it some evening. Find me hm in one or more of the technological means we have, and let us discuss things.

I've been up to no good, as always, and loving it. So far as I know speaking for only myself, when it comes to hair coloring, the chemical composition of my hair doesn't make it very accommodating to these treatments. I've done it before, and aside from the abhorrent smell of the stuff, I found that it came free of my hair very quickly. Of course those Vampires in the old Theatre colored their hair to my knowledge. It's likely just me who has a problem with it. That would figure, wouldn't it? It's far more preferable to me to go back to the customs of old and don a nice wig. You know they make them so well in this day and age. Such fun it is to put one on and become someone else. It is especially convenient when one needs to move unnoticed through familiar streets and crowds. The strangers change, and the unceasing throng of tourists don't know me but still it's still something I do from time to time to maybe amuse myself if nothing else.

Ah, when it comes to flowers, I have always loved roses. Of course here, I've come to love Queen's Wreath, Magnolia, and Jasmine and the verdant assortment of things that grow and fragrance the nights. Roses though, are always here in the house. I see to that. We have all colors and shapes of them delivered. Lately, there have been a variety of yellow, with just the barest hint of deep crimson along their edge, that I adore. I indulge myself in such things as I never had when I was a mortal. Can you blame me? Bring me all the flowers you want, and your words as well. I will be here, as ever, sooner or later.

Has Lestat mellowed in his old age? I don't know, have I? Let me talk to you as what I am. I don't quite know whether you still think I am something less than that. Your words make me think that you think this is something of a play, which is going on. Is it that? Am I again the lover there in front of those hot footlights? Then if I am, tell me, who are you Miss Jenna? Who are all of you then but my eager, waiting audience? I have to confess then, that even though it is a far cry from the hot and steamy nights in my mortal youth, this performance is sometimes equally amusing for me. You sit and wait, and the curtain draws back, and there I am. Again, I have the limelight, and again sometimes, it stuns me and I shine and bleed for you all. However, now, as was not the case then, I recoup all I leave in the glistening red that lines my smile in the dark.

You'll have to tell me if you had fun sleeping with me on your vacation? Better yet, tell me this. Someone I was talking to the other evening told me that they scrawl my name on things in public. I found that to be at once amusing and alarming, since it's at once like me to do such a thing, and at the same time it's ironic, because I think, well, if someone sees that, do they think, "Yeah that was a good book." Or "Lestat, yes. Lestat" - It makes me laugh with curiosity. Have you ever seen such a thing or left word of me this way? Not that anyone has to do such things. It just had me wondering.

Do you mean to say that nothing short of a rogue Immortal making you Immortal, would enable you to catch up to me? Ah don't even wish for such a thing if that's what you meant. Being made by one who is considered such a thing, a "rogue", would only leave you, well, like me! Ha! We certainly can't have that. But listen, yes, sit and listen to the madman ramble for hours. It is but one of the many things I do well, and again, one of the many things for which I love having an audience.

I heard a rumor that you "want me" , is that true?

Do you want me to make you write those things 200 times each and hand them into me? -smiling- Calm yourselves girls. There is plenty of Lestat to go around.

Of course you haven't made me feel neglected. As you can see I have all these other misbehaving girls to write to, and they keep me occupied. What has been keeping you away? Good things I can hope? Summer is here and it is time for all mortals and Immortals to be in the streets far and wide, making waves. This is what you're doing I hope. If not well then I can make some for you I suppose. What's another two or three when I enjoy making so many? Come again and see me, won't you?

Well, you remain a devoted fan, that's good, but then, I think a number of ladies, and perhaps even a gentleman or two would tell you that you have to share me. Can you share me like a good girl? No? That's ok. I never had much fondness for good girls anyhow.

Nicolas has fairly accused me in his thread of being incapable of controlling myself when it comes to posting my emotions here. How I could do this to your outpouring here. You leave such tender admissions and hit on so many things that unbeknownst to many, lie so close to the surface with me.

That you do this, say these things to me so publicly somehow makes you at once seem so vulnerable and yet so strong, and Aaron, if you know anything about me at all you will know how strangely alluring it is. Not of course that you did it for me to feel this way. What I mean to say to you then is that of all the people here Aaron, I find the softness, the pleading and haunted desire in your words and actions to be more sincere than a lot of what I read. That's not a statement designed to get more people to behave as you do, because you know then I would think it suspicious then. They are sincere of course, but you know what I mean I hope. It is with equal and perhaps uncharacteristic tenderness that I tell you this.

Can I decipher your meaning? Maybe more than you would think. What I can say is this, I do not think it to be Idol worship. You put me on no pedestal, but hold me close to your heart with every delicate or desperate breath you take, and for that, I can love you purely.

I will keep them close Aaron, especially in light of what you told me. There indeed is much water flowing under our collective bridges, but who knows how in time it might blend into something sweeter, and richer. I can hope for that. Without such hope at times, I am nothing. And let me add as well, my friend that I've no intention of leaving you without what I can give you in conversation or beyond, be it small or barely there, at least you will have it.

Be well Aaron, and know, that along The Devil's Road there are many hardships and detours. In the end, we walk to the place we need to be, and to the place where at least we can make peace with the demons that led us on that long road to begin with.

Well see and hear more from me you shall. I am after all the ubiquitous Lestat, non? What antics I could tell you of, but then I do enough to embarrass Louis as it is. Ask him, he'll tell you! But it is a pleasure it is to make your acquaintance, and yes, more of me you will hear.

Kind of you to drop in amid the cheering crowds indeed! And as to the other evening, Cher, I do think that is something we might keep to ourselves. What's the harm in giving these people something more to wonder over? I will "receive you" on whatever evening you choose. So funny then I think to hear such courteous talk and mannerisms in the day and age we are in where no one seems to have the knack for such a thing. Be careful now, or you'll remind me that I'm a prince no less, and then I might grow to be intolerable in a whole new way.

Don't you know, you say it is a wonder that due to your love of danger, you are not dead yet? Don't you know that it is because of the fact that you don't fear these things, that you are alive? It's because you are living and alive in the truest sense of the word, if you hold the hand of death and say, let's go. I should know, shouldn't I. Now, forgive me this short reply but I'm growing weary of sitting here this evening and responding. I know, I know. You post, I answer, that's how it goes, but then hey, I need some time to go out and hold the hand of death and danger as well, but wait, that's more like I find mortals to hold my hand, and so soon, I am off to do just that.

Thank you dear. I'm glad to hear that you liked the words there. There is much to be learned of who I am and the things I've seen and done in this life that make me who I am today. Now read the others, devour me and drink me up as eagerly as I might from your luscious little neck. Hm, perhaps I am getting more tired than I thought of writing? I had better take to the streets soon. Just this one more post to reply to, then I think I'm locking the door and kicking you all out for awhile.

I thank you again, beautiful boy.

Might I call you Alex as well? Of course I can. I don't know what to make of a girl who comes to me speaking of punishment as something she's looking for then in the next sentence talks about being bi-sexual. I don't know that this is the true reason he directed you my way, for truthfully, all of us, Immortals that is, are in the most general sense of the word, bi-sexual, and if we're lucky, smoothly androgynous as well. -smirks- I can think of one tall, lanky, green-eyed fellow in particular, and no, I don't mean Louis for once.

If you are impatient for the new book, you know you can read part of it in The Spook. You have to download it from thespook.com in pdf format. I would have Dennis put it onto the server at Minuo, but he says it won't let him. By the way I saw your tender words for him. So nice of you to do so. He works himself so hard you know. I guess that leaves more fun for me then, doesn't it?