I still remember the first time I saw
Lestat.
> He came through the huge French doors into my bedroom,
walking
soundlessly
> like a cat and draping the shawl over my
sister's eyes ever so
gently. At
> first I thought he was an
angel sent from heaven to let me know
that Paul
> had forgiven
me.
> Until I looked into his eyes.
> I'd never seen such
beautiful grey eyes, so luminous in the
darkened bedroom
> and
when I looked into his eyes, I felt that I was standing alone
somewhere
> where only he and I were present. They say that the
eyes are
windows to the
> soul and what had I first seen when I
looked upon my beloved
Lestat?
> I saw his pain, his loneliness
and I could relate to it. I felt
myself being
> drawn to him,
his aura and energy as he spoke to me of the dark
gift and how
>
it would make my life much better. I'd wanted to damn myself into
perpetual
> sorrow, actually.
> But instead love found me
in the most unusual of times and places.
> I had tried so hard to
deny it over the years that we lived
together with
> Claudia, I
had even tried to kill him just to save her and myself.
But
fate
> had so much more planned for us. Claudia may not be here
anymore
but Lestat
> is. I used to hate him, or make myself
believe that I hated him
because he'd
> turned me into a vampire
but as I stand here in his warm embrace,
looking
> through his
eyes, I realize with joy what Lestat has really given
me.
> A
strong love that will never die.
Written By"Danielle
Anderson":
