The Story of Lestat

Glacier's Story

      I woke up with a start. Someone was banging on the front door. I rolled out of bed and pulled on some trousers. I went downstairs and saw that Sakura's door was still closed. I swung open the front door and was met with Glacier. I blinked at her for a minute before she pushed her way in. "M-Morning Madame Glacier. What are you doing here?", I asked her. "I'm cold so I stopped by for some tea. Make me some tea", she ordered me. I just laughed and started making Earl Grey tea for her. She settled down on the love seat and warmed her hands. I looked her over while she was distracted. She had started looking a little worse ever since Matthias died. She looked tired and sickly, with a strange tint to her skin. She looked at me and sighed.
"I've been alive for 68 years, and today is the first day that I've asked someone for tea." I just looked at her and waited for her to continue. "I was born a long time ago. The year isn't important. I was born on the streets and started working as soon as I could walk. My parents were killed while going on a horse riding trip. They were both trampled to death by the horses. By the time I was twenty, I was running one section of the market myself. One day, this nobleman stopped by to purchase some fruit. He looked me over, and asked if I wanted a maid job at his manor. I had sneered at him, and said no. But he insisted. Eventually I just agreed for the pay I would receive."
"By the end of that same month, I had fallen in love with him. It was the best love I have ever seen. He was a nobleman, I was a peasant. He was clean, I was dirty. We were drunk on love. We made a child together. We named him Matthias. He was beautiful, smart, and an introvert. He loved to read. That's all he did. Read, read, read. The three of us played together all of the days. Life was perfect. One day, a military figure came by the manor. My husband was drafted into the war. He had to go, here was no choice. He was killed in action. We ran out of money, and food. I didn't want my boy to experience what I had on the streets. But we survived. Years passed, Matthias became an adult. He continued to read. I wanted him to get married, so I could have grandchildren. But, that didn't happen. He met someone much better." At that, she looked at me.
"He met you Lestat. By far, you were the best thing that happened to Matthias. I am grateful to you. I have told you my story, which I fear is coming to a close. I will not survive the year. I have been alive for 68 years, and I have loved and lost. As of tomorrow, I am moving to America. I have always wanted to visit, and now is the perfect time. This will be the last time we talk in person. I will write to you in a few months." She stood up and stretched. She nodded at me, smiled, and said, "jusqu'a demain." She was gone. She didn't even drink her tea. I poured myself some, and looked out the window. Spring was about here. I was happy, for I hated cold weather. I hoped that the weather in America is nice. I heard church bells ringing from down the street. A family walked outside and headed that way. Children were playing, mothers were gardening, it was about to be spring. I looked out the window at the sky. There is a storm coming.