[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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AS THE SUN WAS COVERED in heavy dark clouds, thick mist shrouded the surrounding of the cemetery. All was gray and dull, as no burning golden streaks passed through from the somber skies. I was able to wander in ease with the fogs and shadows, but still under the aid of my obsidian parasol, having added safety in its provided shade.
"They said it was gass leak." I heard a friend of Adelina murmur to another friend as the Bianco heiress was put to her final resting place in her sarcophagus.
"The fire swallowed the manor." Another one said. "No survivors. How could that be?"
"Perhaps all of them were asleep."
"Still it's.... perplexing."
Their curious murmurs reached me at the very end of the huddling crowd. Almost all of the elites gathered here to pay their respects, well, except the political family: The Montagues. They already attended Mr. and Mrs. Bianco's funeral lately; they believed they'd have bad luck if they attended one more in one month - which was a sad excuse for actually saying they didn't give a fuck anymore. However, she was there.
Surprisingly, Tala was comforting Sophia - the now heiress of the Bianco fortunes - as she silently sobbed and wept, seeing her older sister become one of the dead in the stones. I knew Tala was getting into Sophia's mind as to make sense of what had happened. But I had already looked into her thoughts. Her skepticism of Tala was an obvious display in her consciousness, but the plan which really transpired between Adelina and Cobblewoods left her clueless. The only information Tala got was that Sophia hated her and told her older sister to do something about it.
And now Adelina was dead.
Tala's gaze met mine.
She looked behind her, behind the crowd, and our eyes locked. Tala tilted her head to a corner, then strode there. I followed after her inconspicuously.
Away from the crowd's eye, Tala pushed me against a mossy statue of a weeping angel. My back hit the wings, and I slightly groaned at its stony hardness. Her adorable hands gripped my collar as she pinned me against the angel. "Why did you kill them?!"
The closeness between us made me gleefully smile. "I thought we're not in speaking terms."
She pushed me further onto the statue, adding pressure. "What happened?!"
I looked down at her delicate hands, gripping my collar. "I'll tell you if we act like civilized creatures."
With a sharp sigh, she released me, then stepped back - avoided me even as if I were a plague. "Speak." She demanded.
"I'll tell you. But first.... Why do you suddenly care? The Biancos hated you."
"I told you, Lestat. I handle things my own way now. So why did you do it?! Huh?! You still find a way to meddle and meddle again! Perhaps, you don't want me to go home?"
