darkness falls:
introduction
Hi. My name is Talik Brooks, and in case you're wondering, I'm currently
Lestat de Lioncourt's latest "companion." God, that sounds pretty sexist,
doesn't it? Like the only important thing about me is that I'm Mssr. LeBrat's
lover. I don't think so.
I think I'll tell you a bit about myself: what my mortal life was like, how
I met Lestat, how I was made a vampire, all of that interesting stuff I know
you want to read. Actually, you probably don't, but I'll tell you anyway. But
first, a little about myself as I am now. I was seventeen when I was made a
vampire, but I look younger. That was almost two years ago, by the way. I'm
a throughly "1990s person," as Lestat put it, and I probably will remain the
same a century from now. I love "alternative rock" and constantly listen to
music, which has always obsessed me. It obsesses me more now. I love "surfing
the 'Net" and people-watching at malls. My wardrobe is that of a fashionable
modern teenager. Leather, denim, cotton, velvet, flannel, all of these in
black or blue or purple or green please me. I love shirts without sleeves or
collars, big clunky boots, hats of all shapes and colors. Sort of a modified
"grunge" look, actually.
I have dark red hair, very long and curly, and large violet eyes set in a
face that wasn't very pretty when I was mortal, but certainly is now. That's
one of the strangest things about being a young vampire, getting used to how
you look after the change. It seems that all of your human flaws, your
expression, in fact, has been erased and replaced by a flawless replica made
of other
materials; alabaster skin, fine, gleaming threads of silk for hair, glass
fingernails, gemstone eyes. The same but not the same. I'm still not used to
it, especially since I know that I wasn't chosen for vampirism for my looks.
If I was chosen for any physical attribute, it would be my eyes, which aren't
quite as striking as Daniel's, but still a rare color. The real reason I was
chosen, I think, is that I truly believed in vampires, and that I loved
Lestat "even more for what he'd been through," to paraphrase one of those
books of
his, and he worked to get another to make me a vampire so we wouldn't lose
our mental bond.
Ah, now your interest has been piqued, you're probably wondering who made me
a vampire now. Good. But I'll tell you at the appropriate time, because I
want to start at the beginning. And the beginning is on a summer night in
1994,
in a small house in Washington, D.C., just before a particularly nasty fight
with my parents...
(http://blood.less.as/darkness.html)
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