Interview With The Immortal

The Throats Of Those You Hurt

WARNING STORY CONTAINS: EXPLICIT CONTENT, ACTS OF VIOLENCE, SEXUAL VIOLENCE, DEATH AND, BLOOD.

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Molloy walks into the French apartment, he sits his suitcase of items down on the coffee table. He sits down on the couch and gets the items prepared. Millie enters from her outside balcony door, she makes her way to the couch on the other side of the coffee table, facing Daniel. 

Molloy puts his glasses on. "Ready?" he ask. Millie nods. 

"This is session three with Miss, Gusto. It is 11 A.M, July 13 2024."

Millie sits straight against the couch. "I asked in the last session if you were a vampire. If you are not, Which I call bullshit. Then, what are you?" 

"I don't know" "Bullshit!" Molloy throws the journal on the coffee table. "I am not doing this if there will be lies. I have the same rules with Louis and I'm keeping them."

"I am not lying. I do not know what I am. Frankly I've never heard anyone being several hundred years and not a blood sucker." "So you're blessed with being. 'Immortal' and-" Molloy chuckles before continuing. "you somehow only aged to 24, you're actually 250 and some years old, and you're telling me you don't feed off people. I didn't know this was some god damn comedy club." 

Millie stares at the ground. "If you would just hear me out and continue with the rest of this session, at least. You'll know what I mean." 

Molloy clenches his jaw, grabs his journal and clicks his pen. "Continue"

June 1905

Millie is alone in her and Lestat's French home. Lestat went out feeding but hasn't returned in some hours. Millie sits on a couch, facing the front door, a book in her hand. She is pretending to read but can't get her mind from wondering if Lestat is hurt, captured or, too intoxicated. Every possible threat enters her mind. She can't focus on this stupid book, her mind is racing for worry of her love. 

Millie slams the book shut when Lestat walks into the home. He hangs his coat on the wall. His white collar is stained with blood. "where have you been Les." Lestat smiles at Millie, he places his hands on her face. "Feeding, just like I've told you."

 Millie pulls away. "all night!? you left at dawn now it's dusk. Do not lie to me Lestat! the lipstick on your neck tells other stories." "she kissed my neck and I fed from her, that was all" he says, his jaw clenched. "You smell like her. If you wanted to lay with others you could of told me. But, I will never allow myself to be with you, while you sleep with others." 

Lestat paces to Millie. Millie backs away, time seems to slow. Lestat grabs her face, he moves to her neck and bits into her skin. Millie yelps in pain. 

Lestat drinks from her until she's gone pale. He then drops her to the floor, bites his wrist and feeds her.

"Was this the first time Lestat attacked you directly?"  "Yes."  "How did you feel to wake up and still be, normal?" "I was relieved, but terrified. I never been more terrified of someone I loved more than I did in that moment."