Louis is making the plans I believe, but I would still like to talk to you before our arrival. It's not so much about the theatre, or events, but something I would like to well, I don't know, do while I'm there I think. Some places I might like to go. As I said, please mail me or find me on IM.

Well it's not like you might picture it. It's not as though I stand in front of the mirror like a girl might, primping and saying how adorable the thing looks. It is more a matter of convenient necessity at times. Though it is easy enough certainly to pass myself off as any 20 year old mortal man, as I said it is something I might do to conceal myself more than normal at certain events or gatherings in which my presence might be far too obvious. You know, like certain Halloween type gatherings for one example.

So far as the posts, I hardly let them accumulate. I barely get one set answered sometimes and the next evening or two, it seems that there are 30 more. It's just that it gets to be monotonous at times. I have other things to do, and while that sounds rude, it is the truth. If people know me half as much as they think they do, they would understand that I shouldn't reply to each one, and you know what, I might not answer every single person. If they can't understand that, then they do not know me as the Lestat I am, but as the Lestat they want me to be.

The drawings, yes, those would be from the Lily and Rose site, which I of course have seen. I have to say I think those ladies are among the most talented I've seen in their portraiture of me. I don't have a tiny nose like those "manga" drawings feature, and I'm a bit broader in stature than those, but the last one on the page you sent does capture me well. Sometime, maybe I will have to pay those ladies a visit and tell them how I like their work. Thank you for telling me in your post that it was you who sent that. I had deleted it from my inbox since I didn't know, but luckily had not permanently removed it.

Enjoy it? Of course you would, for a while anyhow. Isn't that half the fun for me, when I hear the soft moan of bliss, and then the small gasp as the fear comes?

It brings a smile to my face, so softly, to know that my words lead you to such a deluge of emotions. I don't mean to mock your words, but I would ask everyone here to read this that you wrote about being pretentious. I say, "Does she know who she's speaking to?" The entire world is a stage Jenna. I've walked upon it even before the time I made my first foray into the footlights so long ago. Life is one big game, a struggle in which you have to put on your mask, your greasepaints of the modern age, and go on to a different audience each night. Mortals have it even worse. You know, the man gets up, and puts on his work clothes, goes and performs there, then he comes home to be a father and performs there, he performs for his wife, and his neighbors, and even if he thinks he isn't, he is. What secrets lie in the hearts of mortal men and women? The saintly Madame who helps out at the church spends her nights seducing another woman's husband, the man who coaches baseball goes home to trade kiddy porn on the Internet. We live in a world where priests are pedophiles, and serial killers are made famous. It's a grand façade, all of it and I love each and every irony. Oh yes, a stage. The theatrics of my past serve me well enough now that in this bustling chaos, I, a Vampire of enormous powers can sufficiently move about, drinking from all the evil around me that is born not out of need, but for politics, or religion, or insanity, or poverty. A wonderful time to be Immortal some could say. I digress from your words don't I, but consider mine well. You are merely a player as we all are on this planet no matter how well off, safe, wealthy or secure we think we are. The show will and does go on. Play it and do not whine about how it is these way, just play it. So many waste their time on the stage, when what should be done is to thrill and scare, and amaze and dance. What should be done should be outlandish and unforgettable, and then, well, sneak off backstage and laugh, laugh, laugh.

Don't think I haven't "Surrendered my mind for my heart" or my soul, for the logic of something outside myself. If you know me as half of what's been written, you'll know these things are true. Be glad you can't be more painfully and intimately aware of how true they really were then.

That would be nice if you could get the file arranged to reside here for others to use. I must say you sound positively smitten with my boy Lachaise. Be careful now, he's not so innocent as he looks and well I mean that you should consider these words. I've seen him turn in a heartbeat and though thrilling to see from my perspective, it may not be from yours. Why do I feel like I'm wasting my time telling you such things? Tsk, you girls never learn. Have your fun with him Cherie, but treat him like who he is.

Thank you dear girl for the short and fond words. So simple that I can say to you in return that I too wish you well in the dark warmth of the summer nights, and to that, I will leave you.

I'm sitting here reading your words once more. I make a difficult audience you say? Perhaps that's because I'm such a good performer, would you think? Ah the nights there in the footlight, I recall, but it was so, so long ago. I'm the same now as I was then, but different in many ways. You're right. I never grow tired of discovering my own nuances. Do you?

When you're finally free you'll be scared out of your mind hm? Interesting thought that. Something to think of, or ponder. I've been doing that quite a bit recently, pondering on life. The music has been good, things have been stressful, but you know I am managing it as only I could do. -smiling- Now see, that sounds egotistical, but it's not. You know why because it's truthful. There is a difference between being falsely vain, and possessing knowledge of your truths. Pretty deep thought there, Lestat. -laughing softly at myself-

Do I ever wish I could eat or drink again? Well, I can say that while I was in the mortal body, one thing I did enjoy was a good cup of coffee. The aroma alone would satisfy me now, but of the elixirs I had then, I would say yes, that, coffee I would like to taste again! Now there are such luxurious brands, from Africa and Egypt. I wonder what they might taste like. Tell me, are they as I imagine them to be? Food really holds no interest for me. There is nothing that can compare on ones lips to the feeling of sharp little teeth piercing human flesh. Not that I'm recommending you find out.

Ha! Idealistic Mystery!! I love that. Can that be my new title? Oh it so suits, don't you think! Of course you do, you made it up. Oh, clever girl. A clever girl with things to say, no less. -reading down the post- Lots to say, yes, and filled with such evocative questions.

I shall have to think more on such questions. They're not so simply answered now, and if I did it off the cuff, I might wind up writing a book. I'm known for that you know. You will wait for me to answer, and I know you will so, I'm not worried about it. Tonight I think I will spend the evening in chat, maybe. We'll see. Or I will be on AOL IM. If you don't know my screen name go look on my site. Which you should have already. (That message is to everyone, not just Jenna) If I am on to chat though, I go to the chat room, and shut off IM. So hunt for me. -smiling slowly- That is directed to everyone too.

Ciao, for now, Jenna and all of you who have been reading along with this. Voyeurs, all of you.

What an interesting question also. Is true happiness possible without one element of bittersweet added in? Is then sadness or despair not possible without one element of relief or knowledge that it is for the best? If you think on that, usually not, wouldn't you say? There are times when I would say I've experience emotions perhaps more singularly and purely than others might have. Which emotions? Despair, certainly. Rapture? Absolutely.

I think it might be not that man or Immortal for that matter cannot experience one singular emotion at one time, but that our modern words, vernacular and dialects might not be equipped to describe such things or, that we, or anyone falls victim to using the right terms.

For example, joy, or happiness, does not equal Rapture. The blood, not always, but in some cases, that can bring Rapture, but I should refrain from such talk or I will grow impatient with the hunger. Thinking about it can bring ones senses to a boil. I'm sure the others would agree.

To ask "Is it humanity to create a nucleus of falsehoods which our daily life revolves around?" I think is taking things a bit too seriously. The people who choose to become in tune with their selves and know truths of the world will have a good basis for identifying and describing their senses, and those who are too lazy to do it and let the world dictate their sensory input, won't. It's that simple.