[The story is based on Anne Rice's Interview With The Vampire the AMC series]
During the 1870s and '80s, it gave rise to the Industrial Revolution which paved way to the concept of capitalism dominated by social elites: the aristocrats - who played...
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OUR FAIR WAS DUE NEXT WEEK to Mississippi; Rose just had to sort out her remaining connections here in Mardi's.
As she was busy the whole week in finalizing her job, I was busy avoiding and ignoring Lestat. He would visit Mardi's to get me, but Rose's friends would always lie that I wasn't here. I knew that Lestat knew they lie. He wouldn't stop coming, nor sending me gifts and letters. Dresses after dresses came; then jewelries; then canvases; then paints. He was so persistent to drive me away from my hiding and return to him; but I had now made my decision. What we had must be broken.
Then, the day came when Rose and I had to leave tomorrow. I couldn't lie to myself that Lestat held no effect on me. In truth, we shared almost the same things that defined us: our intense love of literature, art, and music, our philosophies, our pettiness, our vanity, that our status was the only thing that kept most of the things distinguished between us. However, no matter how I needed to let go of him, I couldn't just leave him without saying goodbye and bidding him my greatest thanks.
I wrote Lestat a long letter, of how I was grateful to meet him, and how he made my life exciting even just in a short while. Afterwards, I told him I had to leave New Orleans to start somewhere anew. I put the letter inside a huge box that contained all of his luxurious gifts. I had to return all of them to him. I couldn't bring them with me, because I was afraid the memory of him would haunt me with those gifts, and make me distracted from Rose. I didn't want that; I didn't want to get myself confused. I then sent the box to his house that morning.
Thinking that it was all settled, that our bond was easily broken through the dried ink on a paper, I began to purge my mind from all my thoughts of him as soon as the night fell. The night had always reminded me of him; but his time, I made sure that this would be the last.
I was helping Tulip serve drinks on the outdoor tables in the square garden as the live jazz played. People here were again in a drunken merriment: dancing and singing and playing poker and having a night with the ladies of the house upstairs. Mardi's was wild and loud like every other night, and I hated to admit it, but I would miss this filthy old place. I would miss everything in New Orleans...
'Then don't leave, ma cherie...'
The cold tone of his silvery voice echoed in my head and sent chills all over me. Suddenly, I was rendered frozen.
"What is it, mon amie?" Asked Tulip, when she noticed me stopping on my spot, shakily holding my tray of champagne glasses.
But I was too occupied to answer her. My eyes were searching around the place, and finally, when my gaze moved past the open hallway at the entrance of the garden, I saw him standing... just standing, and staring at me with those eyes that seemed to glow in the shadows.
I turned back to face Tulip. "Let's go inside and refill these glasses." She nodded, then I hastily pulled her away.
'Why are you avoiding me?' Lestat whispered in my head. 'You can't avoid me, ma cherie..."
