Shakespearean Story

Chapter 24

   (This is gonna get real depressing, guys. I hope y'all will enjoy this)!

   Ever since Claudia killed Lestat, I haven't been the same. I refuse to come out of my room. I refuse to talk to Louis and Claudia. How could I talk to Claudia? She took away the love of my life.

   I can see her giving me looks of guilt. I know what she's thinking. She feels sorry for me. She feels sorry for not thinking it through. She was selfish, and only thought about herself. Herself and Louis. Not me.

   I can't look at the rug in the living room anymore. I can't look at the piano anymore. I can’t look at anything anymore. Everything reminds me of him. I clutched a coat of his tightly. It smelled just like him. I inhaled his scent, beginning to sob again. I would never feel his hugs again. I would never hear his nicknames towards me. I would never feel him again.

   I thought about earlier that day, the last day we would ever be together. We were being affectionate with each other, as we always were. I called him “ma raison de vivre.” My reason for living. He was my reason to live. He gave me eternal life, and I wanted to spend it with him. Without him, my life was pointless.

   When he was laying on the floor with blood pouring out of his neck, he spoke to me telepathically. He pleaded for me to save him. But when Louis held me back, he told me he loved me. He understood. I blame myself for not noticing anything. If I noticed earlier, he'd still be alive.

   Part of me began to hope that he'd come back, since vampires are immortal. But I knew it just wouldn't happen. Now I’d spend all eternity without ma raison de vivre. I truly was in a Shakespearean story. A tragic story at that, where the main character falls into a deep depression after losing her lover.

   It wasn't supposed to be this way. It was supposed to be a Shakespearean story filled with love and happiness. Not tragedy.

   Louis' POV:

   I heard sobbing coming from Charlotte's room. I felt guilty and heartbroken for her. She was suffering. In a way, I was too. While I was more attracted to Charlotte, that didn’t stop me from being attracted to Lestat, despite me being cold towards him.

   I know Charlotte blames herself. I know she wishes she could’ve done something sooner. But it wasn’t her fault. She couldn’t have known Claudia was going to do that, especially after that talk they had where she seemingly forgave Lestat.

   Claudia and I decided to travel to different countries in hopes of finding our kind. Vampires. Claudia’s been obsessed with finding other vampires recently. To my knowledge, there were only four vampires in the entirety of New Orleans, with one of them dying.

   I want to take Charlotte with us. She shouldn’t be left alone. Who knows what she could do. I’ve been checking on her every so often to make sure she was alive. She needed us. We are all she has left, even if she doesn’t forgive Claudia.

   I walked over to her room and knocked on the door. "Go away." Charlotte sobbed. I sighed. "Charlotte, it's me. Can I please talk to you?" I asked. I heard silence on the other side. I knocked again. "Please, Charlotte. Open the door." I pleaded. After a few moments, she opened the door.

   She sat back on the bed once I entered the room. She didn't use her coffin anymore. I guess it reminded her too much of Lestat. "Hey, Charlotte. Are you alright?" I asked, though I knew what the answer was. She shook her head and tears streamed down her face.

   "Have you eaten?" I asked. Charlotte shook her head again. "Please eat, Charlotte. You can't suffer like this." I pleaded. She glared at me and rolled her eyes. I sighed again, feeling upset for her.

   "Listen, Claudia and I have discussed this. We decided to move to different countries in hopes of finding vampires." I began. Charlotte fully stared at me now. "So you're leaving me alone?" Charlotte whimpered, beginning to cry again. My heart broke once again.

   "No. We're taking you with us. I don't want to leave you alone." I responded. Charlotte gave a small smile and nodded. I smiled back, grateful that she didn't want to be alone. I promised myself right then and there that I will watch over her and protect her.

   (Poor Charlotte! She misses Lestat. I hope you guys enjoyed this! See you on Friday)!