Here I am once more, writing in response to all of their words. You know I look around, and I don't know whether to be disheartened, angry or flattered that there are so many Lestat sites online. Is imitation the sincerest form of flattery? -laughs- That, I don't know. Perhaps. Do they imitate me I wonder, any of them? Do they try to handle situations with maybe a bitter, sarcastic smile, or flippant disregard? Well, they should be their own people, certainly, but I have to say that I hope they do think of me, and have some little Lestatian traits as they walk in the daylight. "Do this in honor of me", is that what I should say? Yes, take in the light, stare at the sun and feel me when I am lost to the cold sleep of the dead. For there is no doubt that I am among them as they move in their days, feeling the coming of autumn in the breeze, thinking of the past, and always, even without intending it, walking toward the future.

You are welcome for the title as I said. Don't worry about those other names. I'm sure I could delete them, but I haven't the patience or the inclination to spend my hours in front of the screen tending to such petty things when I could and rather would spend that time conversing with all of you. Whatever happened, as you say, hasn't resolved itself, but then in the world I live in, and the family I have - little ever does 'resolve' itself to the point that it goes unnoticed. There are any number of things I've learned to live with and I suppose this will just be one more. Sooner or later it may, all of it, be enough to persuade me that the earth is the only haven for me, and away I will go like some scurrying little rat, into a dirt-covered sleep. I've no plans for that anytime soon though. How could I, when I have so many things to tell you all, and tell you soon enough too! In a few more weeks there will be all sorts of new rumors and ideas, and questions to answer, and one by one, in time, I will. It is this part of the electronic parade that keeps me interested. It is all of you, and your adorations. I hear such things in your voices.

As I understand, being a vampire has given you sight of beauty that is usually ignored. Do you believe that there is anyone or a type of person you could never find this?

I'm not precisely sure what your question is, but what I understand you to be asking is this: Since my eyes see beauty in a farther capacity than most humans, I must therefore see if to some degree, in everyone. Is there anyone I wouldn't see it? If that is what you're asking, then here is my answer, which I'm sure won't please everyone, but that's not my goal.

I do see beauty in everything and everyone. The plain and simple souls for example, who think they are unseen, think they make no difference in the world. Their beauty is their very unobtrusiveness. If the silent and demure did not exist, do you not think it would be felt? I do. Those who are loud and vulgar, as sometimes I've been known to be, they are beautiful to the other end of the spectrum. Death, is beautiful, as is life… It's all a continuum and I've come to be both an observer and a participant on the scales.

When I give death, I also many times give life. I can't ask you to understand. It's much too complicated to open up here. It would be sufficient to say that I both send the person on to other realms with new visions, clarity and beliefs, or there are times I have seen that in the death of one, others close to them are brought through grief, almost in a rebirth, to new purpose and devotion whether it be to their God, or to their own goals, or goals of the deceased. Like I said, it's more than I can or will go into right now.

So do I fail to see beauty in anything or anyone? No. Everything is truth, and everything is beauty. Lies, Death, Hope, Sex, Grief, Love, Pain… all of it is marvelously beautiful to me in some intangible, unnamed way, and often such beauty can only cause me to stop, weep for some moments in acknowledgement of that fact, and then go on once more to play my own part in things.

Take your time and get some rest if possible so that when you come back to us you can bring that spark you have back with you.

Does that mean that I didn't have my 'spark' before? You know sometimes I lose it, that thing that makes me who I am. It's the damnedest thing, almost like I've mislaid my car keys. Louis looks for it, Dennis looks for it, but in the end, it's only me who can find it, and oh, it's do much more important than my car keys, isn't it?

Is there intermission? Does a little old guy come out into the hallway 'n ring a little bell to say that intermission is over? Does the orchestra REALLY sit in a pit? Are the seats all comfy and stuff? Do I still have to DRESS UP dress up? Can I wear pants? I wont fall though, right? Do people throw flowers onstage still???

>Yes, there is Intermission.

>Not usually. There is generally a chime that announces when the intermission is over, or it will announce over a PA that there are __ minutes remaining. Either way, at most places I've been to, it's not some old guy with a bell. Maybe they stopped that when all those old guys came up missing. I swear I had nothing to do with it!

>Most times yes, the orchestra is in a pit, though if you one were going to see an actual performance OF the orchestra, I would assume that they would be on the stage as the feature rather than in the pit as the accompaniment to a play etc.

>Depends on what venue you're in. I've sat in velvet covered seats that felt like butter on my backside, then I've sat in seats that I wouldn't wish on my enemies.

>I would recommend you dress up, yes. Going to see the symphony isn't an everyday occasion. You don't have to get decked out in 18th century splendor, but I would suggest something more formal. Pants are acceptable, yes, if they're dressy. A nice business-look outfit would be nice, but it should present you not as if you're headed to the office for a day of work. I'm assuming you're not one to wear dresses, so I might suggest black pants, and something like a blue satin blouse. I think that would look nice, and play up your features and skin tone. If you choose something like that, it won't matter that you're not wearing a gown. Though if you opt for a gown, don't overdo it. -laughs- How wonderful. I feel like I'm teaching Claudia again.

Do let me know how this progresses.

Well I do not know that you will even be here to read what I've replied. So you are going to Paris, you say? There is nothing I could tell you other than to breathe in the air, and walk along the Champs while you think of me, unless you have the chance to ride a fast and trusty horse through the darkness of the French countryside, which in this day and age, for a young mortal woman, I might not recommend.

There are others of our kind still there in Paris. Guard your thoughts of me, or you might find yourself face to face with someone who wants to prove to you that the great Lestat is not the only vampire in the world. -laughs-

Have a good journey, and come to me again with riddles and your demands for attention when again you return. I will be here on the end of that Devil's road, as I always have been.

You have seen a lot in the way that the world and various cultures have changed throughout your existence. To a mortal, witnessing that kind of change seems overwhelming. Has adapting been easy or difficult for you? And is there any particular time period you feel drawn to or miss, or any mores and customs from other time periods that you miss?

Adapting, well, there are some, including myself at times who would argue that we don't adapt. What was that line about the world around us changing, and yet we do not and that being the very irony that finally kills us? That is very true to a certain extent, but then in the modern age, Vampires are such a seductive and popular notion, that it is much easier to blend in. If I can be a rock star God, and prostitute myself in front of thousands, how can it be said I've not adapted and come to take advantage of the way mortals tend to make romantic, addictive icons out of those things that frighten and thrill them? Was it difficult to do? Not in the least. 1985 was a good year indeed: Good, Loud, Triumphant and Impossible. Just the way I like it.

If, as far as adapting you are asking is it difficult for us, or me in particular to have witnessed the changes in society or the world around me, then to a degree, yes it has been, only in that they seem to have happened so quickly. It seems, even as old as I am, that it was not so long ago when Louis and I walked along the waterfront, talking and making quiet observations about the changes in that time frame we'd seen together.

I would have to say that as far as 'missing' a time period, my mind falls victim most often to that time, in the late 1700's when I first brought Louis to me in this life. Even though there were things that infuriated me about it, it was a simple time, and love, wealth and happiness for the most part were mine. Other than that, there are times when I think on Akasha, and the time I spent in her presence. There is something to be said for who I was then.

There will always be times I think on with longing and that inescapable mental flaw that everyone, mortal and Immortal have that makes us say, "I wonder what would have happened if..." but there are always so many new tales waiting to be told, that in the end, creating more memories causes such pondering to fall by the wayside like a mother waiting on the birth of her new child as she puts her others to bed.

Where have you been? Are you hiding, or merely waiting for me to unlock the door and pull you out of one darkness and into another in a shade that is all my own?

I wondered if you regretted having missed certain times in our history, since you went "underground" in 1929...years like the 40's 50's or 60's (especially the 60's! Can you imagine jamming with Jimi, or partying with Janis? Perhaps it would have enticed you to return to the stage once more?!?).

Well as you might have guessed, certainly as I learned about those figures you mention, and about their status, I wished I had been a part of it, but then I was just as certain that if I had been a part of it, it wouldn't have been what it was. Can you understand that? Each of plays a role, and perhaps during that time, it was good that Lestat was playing his role so silently within the earth. Of course, hearing Satan's Night Out, and all of the contemporary sounds was what caused me to tire of that complacent role, and dig my way out of the fetid ground to raise my own brand of hell. I studied those musicians, as I became my own brand of symbolism in that era. In particular, Jim Morrison, for he was as I was. He had something to say, and he didn't give a damn who heard him say it. Now really, isn't that pretty much what I did? So yes, it would have been wonderful to 'jam' with them, but it was so much better to be as they were, and in my own way, carry on the ludicrous and impossible tradition they and so many like them established.

I've still been waiting for Blackwood farm to arive,...I guess they dissed me....~I think I'm gonna cry now~ I want to read it so badly!!!

Late October release, always. Don't cry.

Hey I'm new here and I wanted to tell ya something... I have been havin dreams about vampires every night and you have been in them and in the dreams I am one and I am happy with you. I don't know what to do...please help me

Have you thought of calling Miss Cleo?

No, seriously. Keep dreaming, that's all. You ask as if there is some problem with doing so. Why should I dissuade you from such things, as if you could prevent them from coming?

Thank you for thinking of me to that music. In particular I enjoy the beginning and the ending, the Allegro di Molto. The beginning and the ending I find is usually the most superb part of everything. What happens in between is just details, as they say.

I've been reading, "The Vampire Armand" and darnit...I come to realize I find books that don't star you a little odd.

So do I. -smiles- But then, they have their place, don't they? To learn about Armand is at once to learn why I have loved and hated him so much from the first time I laid eyes on him. The same of course could be said about me, if someone had only read of another, and then picked up my writings. Like pieces of a puzzle, all of these novels. What fun to put them together, wouldn't you agree?

Lestat, I have a seemingly random question to ask, please humour me...do you ever wear a rainbow moonstone ring? I know, I know, it sounds foolish, but I beg your indulgence on this, it does have a purpose...

I shall humor you though it pains me to think about Nicolas in any form or word at the moment. I have a moonstone ring, yes, though I don't know that I'd call it a 'rainbow'. It is set in heavy silver, free of decoration, and when I wear it, which is rarely, it resides on the middle finger of my left hand. It is only rainbow in that if it catches the light in a certain way, it seems to change color across it as I move my hand. I hope that significantly answers this important question.

You are perhaps thinking do i dare make such an invitation? Do I accept whatever consequences my invite holds? Yes. I adore everything about you Lestat, I love your goodness, and your evil. I love the wrap of humanity, and monstrosity that surrounds you. I love your pain, and your happiness. I want you tot ell me all about your life, what I can't pick up and read in a book or several. I guess i want a lot. I apologize for being so forward, and for boring you with this, I'm sure you get it all the time.

Certainly I don't mind your name. You are for me hm? In what way? Is that like a pro-Lestat platform might be in some upcoming election? Is it for me in a way of being there, should I care to drink? No, I don't mind that you are "for" me, in either way.

What fun we shall have little one. Come into these arms and see what consequences might be yours. Do I think you brazen and too forward? Perhaps, but how it invites me then to put you into your place, if there even is such a thing. I get it all the time, but I only want more, more, more. Love me. I want it and I want you as well. The night and my hunger grow deeper as I leave all these words behind. Think of them what you will, but please do come back for more.