'I'm A Perfect Devil' (LDL)

Epilogue

     The first night on the ship sailing to Paris was not the most pleasant of nights.

     After the fire in the flat, Louis forced poor Daphne to be a part of his and Claudia's company.

     The red-haired girl was so torn she refused to leave the burnt-down flat. It broke Louis' heart to see her wail and call out to Lestat's crisp corpse. Watching her reach out to a burning corpse was a final nail to his coffin. 

He suspected Lestat's love for the girl the moment they took her. As if she were the missing piece to complete his cold soul. How could he have done this to his maker? Did he ever actually want this? Is Clauia the only one to blame for this heartache? 

Daphne was too ill to fight her way back to her dead vampire. She just had to do what the oldest vampire wanted. Even if she wished she was ash by Lestat's side. The human woman simply gave up and complied with the remaining vampires. She hoped her death to come quickly. 

The moment they stepped foot onto the creaking deck Daphne grew incredibly sick. So sick as to her falling faint into Louis' arms. They all knew she wasn't long for this world. They would soon lose another person in their family. 

She was instantly brought to the sick bay of the ship which housed those with mysterious plagues. However, Claudia demanded that she be taken to their quarters. And so the crew did as she wished. Too afraid to touch Daphne. Their fear of getting sick allowed the vampires to do as they wished with her. 

For weeks Daphne just became worse and absolutely worse. Her body withering down so much that her dresses simply slid off her arms and waist. She was forced to wear simple window drapes. Anything to cover her extremely small body. 

     The dying woman could no longer hold food or fresh water down. Her body fighting to shut down at any cost. Nasty wounds have erupted all around her skin like cracks in the world. Fresh cuts keep appearing at the corners of her mouth and arms. Blood and yellow ooze varnished her white skin.

     Daphne was paler than the vampires who continued to care for her. Louis never thought that could be possible. Leave it to Daphne to defy the odds. 

     No remedy had helped to soften her suffering. The massive boat housed three doctors and none of them could aid her. So poor Daphne decided nothing was to be done further for her. She would rot as the curse intended her to. 

     It was two days before the shredded family reached France when Daphne started to fade rapidly. Causing both vampires to stop trying to save her life. She didn't want them to try anymore. No need to waste their precious time on a limp human. 

     Daphne knew what the price was for her loving the vampire Lestat. She has no regrets concerning that or the love she still had for her remaining family.

     She and Claudia talked about what happened. Daphne had forgiven the small child. Even if it still pained her to think about it. She didn't want to bring suffering into the afterlife if there was one to greet her. 

     She even made up with her brother Louis. Of course, he was the most stubborn, taking the blame for everything. Though Daphne would not let him have any guilt. He needed to have a clear mind before she died.

     "I am almost done with this world Claudia." Daphne has said to the blonde vampire child hours before getting to the Paris harbor. So close and yet not close enough to allow her feet to grace land one more time. 

     By then Claudia was in absolute tears. Dripping blood all over the place until Louis sent her up to the top level and paint her hurt away. Claudia was an amazing artist.