My Story

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I am Claudia de Lioncourt. These pictures are not me, as you know, but they shall help me tell my story. I know that I was thought to be dead, but,as you can plainly see, I am very much alive (well in a way). In case you are not yet acquainted with me, allow me to introduce myself. My mortal birth occured in New Orleans in the year 1789. I became a vampire when I was only six years old...

I was far too young to be made into a vampire, but Lestat loves to break the rules, non? It would seem that Lestat created me only to keep Louis from leaving him, although I don't think this is entirely true. He forced me upon Louis, as his daughter, while He Himself became my teacher.

Of course, Louis was my favorite of the two, as, I imagine, Lestat had intended. Louis was my father and my lover, my moon and my stars, and everything else that was wonderful in my world.
At least while I remained a child. Once I realized the Hell I had been sentenced to, once I became a woman, he only remained my favorite because he was the most easily menipulated of the two. Louis would have done anything for me, and so, I found, for practicle purposes, he was the father I wished to keep. After time, I fooled myself into thinking it was only love I felt for him, but for every drop of love I gave to Louis there was two drops of hatered for him stored up in my soul. Towards the end, I could no longer hide these feelings of animosity, but I digress. Anyway, I did love Louis beyond all imagining.

Sixty-five years passed, and while I matured into a woman internally, I still looked like a six year old girl. For a while, this did not bother me, until I began to notice how beautiful the body of a woman is, and notice how my gentlemen parents would look upon someone with this beauty. Neither of them would ever see me as anything but a child, nor would anyone else. I, of course, chose to blame the one who had made me, Lestat.

I had loved him once, but now, I decided, we must be free of him. He was, after all, my teacher, and my father, and I am my fathers daughter. I thought that I had learnt all I could from him, and I told Louis that I would kill Lestat, and that we would finally be free. Louis tried to convince me otherwise, but he could not. I poisoned Lestat in order to weaken him, then I slit his throat, and gave his body to the swamp.

Louis and I made plans to travel to Europe, searching for others of our kind. The night before we were scheduled to leave, Lestat and a newly made, and very weak, fledgling of his came back to get revenge. They failed. I easily took care of his companion, and Louis set fir to the French Quarter to save me from Lestat.

Louis and I traveled all over Europe searching for other immortals, but all that we found were revenants, until we came to Paris. There we met Armand and his Theater of Vampires. Armand fell in love with my Louis because of his mortal nature, something which no other immortal possessed. I, of course, was in his way, since Louis swore he would never leave me.

I knew, however, that he would leave me. Louis wanted only knowledge, something which he mistakenly believed Armand possessed. I also knew that Armand and the others in the theater would harm me if I stayed in Paris. They hated me for my size, I was in and of my self a broken rule. They also sensed what I had done, and with them, to kill ones maker was a sin, punishable by death. I told Louis that to stay here would be my death, but he could not believe that Armand would do me harm.

I could not care for myself, because of my size, so I found a mortal by the name of Madelaine. She had lost her young daughter, and was quite mad because of it. She made dolls, all of which looked exactly like her dead daughter. What could be better, she thought, than a child who cannot die?

I persuaded Louis to give her "the dark gift" as Lestat so likes to call it. I knew the only way for me to survive was to give up Louis and leave with Madelaine. However, we waited too long. Lestat had come to Paris to beg Armand to help him. Armand saw this as his window of opportunity. He forced Lestat to tell him who had tried to kill him. It was I who had committed this crime. When Armand told the vampires of the theater, they decided I must die, and my new "mother," Madelaine, with me. As Louis and I said our good-byes, they burst into our home and took Louis and Madelaine.

Nobody knows how close I was to escaping. They sent a small group out to find me. I had hidden myself amongst the crowd in the hotel lobby, and had been stopped by a police officer. He asked me what was the matter, I told him that our room had been broken into, my parents had been taken, and that I needed his protection. He took me to a place similar to that in which I was put after I was found in New Orleans. If I had just had a little longer, I could have snuck away and made it to my boat, albeit alone. However, history does have a way of repeating its self. One of the men from the theater found me. I heard him say he had been told by a police officer that he could find his daughter here, he described me to the nurse and she led him to me. I screamed and cried that he was not my father, I begged her to keep me there, but he told her I must be delirious from all the excitement, I would soon come to my self again, he said. And she, the fool, believed him. She got some men to help him get me into his carriage, and once inside my ride was very much like what Louis described. They scratched at my skin and pulled my hair and did all manner of cruel things to me until we arrived at the theater.
At first, when Armand took me into that room I thought perhaps Louis had been right, perhaps Armand would not harm me, and meant to save me from the others, as he had surly saved Louis. How very wrong I was. I had hoped to keep the actual events of that evening a secret, but Armand has told all. He has told of his madness, of his botched surgical attempt. You cannot imagine what I went through before that monster released me into the waiting arms of the merciful dawn.

I wish it was so, I wish I had been so lucky as to meet the sun that day, but I was not. They thought me to be dead, but they were wrong. As for my salvation, I shall offer no explanation. I shall leave that to your imagination, for any explanation I would give would seem ridiculous.

Unfortunately, Armand became Louis' companion for quite some time, but that is not my story to tell. However it is ironic that the only thing which could separate Louis form me, the creation of Madelaine, took from Louis the very thing which Armand so loved in him, his humanity.
I decided that it would be best not to let anyone know that I was still alive, but I read of Lestat's catatonic state and thought that perhaps I could shock him back into reality. I made the decision to come out of hiding in the hope that I could help my "father," whom I had forgiven the many wrongs he had done to me. He had paid enough for the thoughtless crime he had committed, and in truth his words about me had touched my heart.He had not spoken badly of me, when my beloved Louis, on the other hand had made me look a very monster.

I went to New Orleans, but too late. He had already been brought back by none other than Armand. I live now in the city of New Orleans, I watch from afar, I have yet to make my presence known, I wait only for the right time. That is all I wish to say, for now.

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