The Story of Lestat

The Past-Part 1

I was born on November 16, 1865. My family was very poor, so we lived in a tiny house. My mother was French, while my father was American. My father moved to France to go to school, when he met my mother. He fell in love almost immediately. Now, my mother was, well, not accepted in the public eye. She wasn't normal by any means. She wore an army uniform everyday, and got teased because of her twitching eye. Her name was Irina Spasky. My father's name was Thomas Cornell. They met in a cafe one day and fell in love. My father loved my mother more than anything else. They got married, and had me. We took my mother's maiden name because my father didn't like his last name.
      As time went on, my mother began to fall into a phase of, well, something. She didn't talk to us, and focused on her work. But that was okay, because my father read books to me all the time. I guess that's where I get my love of books from. It was my father's dream to be an author. Anyways, one day, my mother came home from work. Father was working upstairs, and didn't hear the door open.
      My mother was holding a knife and went upstairs. I followed. I watched my mother stab my father to death. I saw the fear in his eyes. I saw the pain. But I also saw acceptance. He died knowing that the woman he loved had turned her back on him. I had stood there, and then walked downstairs. I grabbed a knife, and walked to my mother. She laughed at me, saying I couldn't do it. So, I stabbed her in the stomach. The stomach is one of the worst places to be hurt.
      My mother killed my father, and I killed my mother. I was seven when I killed her. My mother always wore a belt of knives under her shirt. I took it. The belt has eight knives in it. I still wear it to this day, and use it often. I also took the hat she wore. It was a military hat, and had her last name on the front. She was the first person I ever killed. After that, I boarded a train to England. That's where my story really begins.