[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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I WAS BOMBARDED with overwhelming senses that seemed to nip on my bones, twist my guts, squeeze my lungs, and tighten my heart. There was something transforming inside of me; I couldn't pin point what it was, but it was growing strong, and growing toxic - poisoning my veins. It was excruciatingly painful. I felt like dying, but somehow it was satisfying, for I felt a strange power surging through me, and it made everything so pleasurable.
However, the agony was unbearable. I fell on the ground from the bench, contorting my body in so much hurt. "What is happening?" I groaned, confused and scared.
"Ma cherie... you're dying." Lestat whispered, in a low intimate voice. "But do not fear. It is only your mortal shell."
"I... don't understand."
Lestat crouched down beside me, then brushed the back of his hand on my cheek. "You're being transformed by my dark gift."
Then suddenly, the pain stopped altogether. It was gone in a flick of a finger. Though, there was something that remained inside of me, something that pumped my heart in excitement, something that strengthened my ability to hear and see. I could hear the distant rumbles in the main street - the people's laughter, their tiniest whispers, each step they made as they walked, even the beat of their hearts. I could also smell almost everything - the molecules in the stale wind, the pollen of the flowers, the wet earth, the smoke coming from the machineries, and the liquor that the people consumed.
I leaped up to my feet, thrilled. This feeling...I... I felt like God Himself.
"Your eyes..." Lestat murmured in complete admiration as he stood up with me. He lifted up my chin so I could only see him. "They're now pale violets... and I could see them dilating with thrill. Your mortality is now gone, there's only eternity now that you're reborn. Tell me, ma cherie, what do you want to do now?"
"I'm..." I wet my dry lips with my tongue. "...thirsty."
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LESTAT AND I went to a local bar somewhere at the edge of Rue Royale. As we walked by the street toward it, I could notice every detail of the people that I passed by... their breathing, their pumping veins full of... full of blood. Its scent was somehow alluring to me now, like I was smelling a delicious French cuisine. I felt my cuspids grew long and sharp. I tried to trace them with my tongue in curiosity, and I gasped when I realized they had become fangs.
I looked at Lestat in panic, but he only smiled, pleased. "Your first sprout, how adorable, cher. But you need to hide it for now until you get your first prey."
"Prey?" I frowned at him, confused. "I thought we're getting drinks?"
Lestat only laughed at me. "Oh you still don't get it do you?"
"Fuck, Lestat, you're not explaining anything here! You've always been so vague!" I grabbed him closer and angrily whispered at him. "My wrists were healed like I didn't cut them at all; I could smell, and hear, and see almost everything; you told me I was transforming. Into what exactly?! Are you a devil? Did you curse me?!"
