Shakespearean Story

Chapter 30

   (Only two more chapters and this book will end. What a journey, right? Anyways, this will once again be depressing so gather your tissues. I hope y'all will enjoy)!

   ~ 1968 ~

   It's been 98 years. A slow 98 years in fact. I left Paris a long time ago. I live in New York now. I just couldn't handle staying in a country that gives me both wonderful and painful memories. Meeting Lestat obviously gave me wonderful memories, yet they're still painful due to his death, 143 years ago. Louis and Claudia's deaths made everything even more painful.

   I still look 20, despite physcologically being 203-years-old. People I encounter tell me I'm wise beyond my years. That is in fact true. I was born in 1765, but of course people don't know that.

   Witnessing everything changing around me was almost amazing to see. But everyday it reminded me that I will always see change, as I'm immortal and cannot die. It reminded me that I will have a miserable eternal life, as I'm alone. Everyone I've ever loved has died.

   I've never found love again. Men have asked me on dates many times, which I would decline and say I have a boyfriend. Luckily they were nice and respectful, which was rare. By boyfriend, I of course meant Lestat and Louis, though I could never say "boyfriends," as people would find it weird. I've always considered Lestat and Louis as my lovers, and sometimes would call them my husbands. I've always considered marriage with Lestat and later Louis. I just never got around to asking them.

   I've never found any other vampires in New York, which was sort of surprising. I was definitely the only vampire left alive, I feel. I knew Armand was still alive, but he was still in Paris. He's about 498-years-old now. I wouldn't want any other vampires to be around anyway. I don't want fledglings or companions. I already had three that died. I'm just destined to not have any companions.

   I began walking the streets, after it had just turned dark. The October weather felt wonderful. I walked to a very familiar place, the movie theater. I always came here when I was upset. I bought a ticket to see "Romeo and Juliet," which starred Leonard Whiting and Olivia Hussey. Since I absolutely love "Romeo and Juliet," it was nice to see it being made into a movie.

   I sat down in a seat as the movie started. It was almost true to the actual play, which was amazing to see. I absolutely loved Leonard and Olivia's portrayal to the characters. The costumes were beautiful. Especially Juliet's corset costume during the balcony scene. I miss wearing corsets all those years ago.

   Tears welled in my eyes seeing the love being shared between Romeo and Juliet. I missed my Romeo. The ending soon came, with their deaths. I could no longer choke back my tears. I began to cry seeing them dying. This scene always made me cry. I cried reading it to Lestat and he had to comfort me for a few minutes. People around me probably thought I was crying due to how sad it was, which was one reason. I'm sure they didn't care anyway since they were crying too.

   Watching Romeo and Juliet die made me think of watching Lestat die. Every waking moment I am thinking of him. I miss him so much. He was my Romeo. I was his Juliet. He tended to call me "mon Juliet." It's been 143 years and I'm still not healed.

   I walked out of the movie theater, wiping away the tears from my eyes. It was an amazing movie. It just made me think of Lestat, mon Roméo.

   (I'm depressed now. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed this! Only two more chapters left! See you there)!