Elizabeth's p.o.v.
"The tea here is really good", Saty informed me. "Oh really?" We were having tea in a new establishment. It was summer. Three months, and I'm okay. Really. They are gone. We are okay. Saty and I. I gave her a job at my store. She's having a tough time with losing Edward and all. Ever since that day, we became friends. I helped her with the loss, and she's helping me with my mood swings. Did I mention that I am pregnant? I'm scared, but excited. Oh sorry, I'm getting sidetracked. About Lestat. He is dead. I visit his grave often. He is right beside Matthias, where he belongs. I am sad, of course, but have learned much. The only thing I have to say about Lestat is this; he was great. That is all. Life goes on, as will we. I'm excited and terrified for what the future holds. "Elizabeth, let's go!" Oh sorry. I better leave. I hope you are not upset. Well, jusqu'a demain.
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The Story of Lestat
Short StoryWell, here it is. My story. This is going to be embarrassing. Someone wanted me to write this, so I am. It's going to be a long one, so get ready. The year is 1865, and this is where my story begins.
