Humid air flowed into his old dried lungs. His eyes opened to the dark, of the dank coffin. ‘Is there any shame in being happy?’ he awoke thinking. Back to life he was, or back to the life of a damned. He pushed open the damp black lid covering his weak body. Too many years he had laid, longer then any sleep he had ever had before, since his birth in the beginning.
Pure is his blood from the old world, before history, even before man, as we know it. He has lived for years, centuries even millennia, but nothing in his life could have prepared him for what happened some nights long ago in a place called Nazareth.
In that city called Nazareth, Lestat was drinking the blood of an elderly woman. She had gone blind from the plague, but Lestat, who was immune to every disease, cured the women. Before she was done drinking he was caught, which was almost impossible. They through a net over him, and over ten men, led by a Roman leader, grabbed him and dragged him out into the court yard, where they nailed his hands to a board and then hung him in front of the town to see. The Romans believed he was some kind of creature from one of the evil pagan Gods.
He hung in front of the town for days until he drew to week to stay awake. They took him down, after a day of no consciousness and checked to see if his heart beat. His cold palmy skin startled them, and then they realized that he had no heart beat. They declared the beast dead, put him in a coffin, and placed him in a grave with a large stone over it. One night fell, then day past and then night drew near again.
Lestat was the host of few vampires, but one was the elderly woman he cured from blindness. She came out that night along with the few others who owed their freedom to Lestat, and pushed the rock off of his jail of a coffin. They opened it and saw that he was restored to full strength from the rest he had gotten. Long had it been since he slept more then a full day. He felt renewed, but then reality struck in for Lestat, and he realized he couldn’t live there any more, so he fled. He left the land, and took towards the moon. Above the puffy white clouds he flew swiftly to the east.
He grew tired of riding the wind high above any streets, and decided to stop when he could taste the salt in the air. He flew down to a small port on the large body of water. The sun was setting, after a full day of flying he was exhausted to the point of blacking out into unconsciousness. As he came in and out of a dream like reality, he saw a huge black gate that marked the entrance to an old cemetery. The gates had dark green vines of ivy growing on them, and it was very difficult to see through. Lestat however could smell death, a cold weak hint of aroma seeping through the 6 feet of soil covering wooden boxes, with rotting corpses of the mortal. He leapt completely over the black fence, and landed gently on the other side. To his surprise most graves were above ground, meaning easy access to a goodnights sleep for him.
He swiftly glided to the tallest of graves, and ripped open the coffin, drawing out a strong odor of decaying flesh. New was this woman, to this old land of dead. Her scull still had hair, but her face was caved in. She surprised Lestat to the point of gasping. She had taken quite a blow to her head, enough force to smash half of the bones in her face. Lestat, pulled her limp body from the black coffin laid her down on the far side of the room. He rose up off the floor in a smooth motion, and came back down, horizontally into the casket. He reached up and slid the lid over him, and then darkness came.
It seemed like time had passed for too long, but a couple thoughts still lingered in Lestat’s mind. He had pondered about many things that night in the salty black coffin. A question that rang through his head, since the beginning of his time, ‘Is there any shame in happiness?’ he had asked himself for the trillionth time. ‘How can there be any? Happiness is the key to life, correct? I who have lived for so long should know. Unhappiness is the end of life. Living is not just eating, breathing and having a heartbeat. The end of my life, in a literal sense, will never come. I stop living, however, when I become unhappy. So is there any shame in being happy? Can I be happy, and kill? Can I take the blood from innocent and guilty and drink to life? How can things as such be shameful?’ Lestat wrestled these mind-boggling questions alone, in his restful state in that salty black coffin.
When rejuvenated, he pushed the lid over and glided out of the coffin onto the cold cement floor. He opened the door to the bright sun beaming down on him. His long black silky hair shimmered as the wind twisted around his body. ‘The sun and all its warmth,’ he thought, ‘its rays only warm a cold soul such as mine.’
Hunger set in, and he realized it had been days since his last taste of a mortal. He glided swiftly over the graves and flew right over the ivy-covered gate. Quickly he soared through the trees, away from the smell of the dead, into a small village. The salty taste of sea creatures and that of mortals filled the air, and he felt somewhat relieved. He entered a small cottage not far from the water. Its smell intrigued Lestat to no end, and he had to find what could produce such a fragrance. He opened the door, and glided in to see two woman drinking wine and having a small bite to eat.
They stood up quickly at his entrance, surprised but then welcome to his handsome face. Lestat gently wooed them with his thoughts, and his precise words. “Your beauty is breath-taking and I’ve dreamt of a day I’d see you.” He said gently. Both women believed in their hearts that he had been talking only to her, and forgot about the other. His words so powerful and overtaking that each of them walked towards him with their hands out for his kiss. Within seconds they were both laying on the floor drained of life and blood. The last mortal blood he would drink in over 2 millennia.
He left from that land, long ago and flew to a small island, uninhabited by any mortal. Long had he traveled and very weary he became. Days he flew over the dark salty water, endless it seemed, but to a fantastic reward. He lived off the sea creatures, and the small animals on the island. He learned the answers to all his questions on his own through self-exploration and reflection. His only unanswered question remained whether there was shame in happiness or not.
He built a home on the island with his power and bare hands. A coffin made of thin wood, he had gathered from surrounding trees. Tired he was from the traveling and the empty feeling of eating that of animals and sea creatures. He slept that night. That was a very long time ago, and now he has awakened.
He stood now, for the first time and looked up at the sun. It was much larger now then he had ever seen it. He could see no clouds in the sky, but he could feel the humidity of a rainstorm. He stepped out and glided down the small incline to the shore. The beach had eroded, and the water level was much higher then he had remembered it. He took a deep breath and could taste something alien in the air. Toxic was its taste and its smell even worse. He felt saturated in its potent aroma, and was curious to see what world he lived in now. Laughing at that idea, he realized that he isn’t alive in a mortal sense.
He flew over the warm choppy waters, and could see more sea creatures then he could remember. One in particular caught his eye, he stared down at it through the ripples of water and rays of light streaming through the surface. The sea creature, was a large black figure with two, rather then one fin and its eyes were penetrating Lestat’s brown eyes. The two of them stared at each other for a little while, Lestat was wondering ‘what had happened to such a sea beast? What could make such a change in all the creatures of the sea?’
Pondering this question and hovering over the surface of the water, he didn’t realize the beast shot under him, and straight up. As soon as it broke the surface however, Lestat was behind it, with his unmatched speed he wrapped his hands around the torso of the beast and sunk his deep fangs into its body. Blood oozed quickly into his mouth, as they began to drop towards the water. The beast was to great for Lestat to keep above water, he followed it under. Drinking and looking through the haze of salt water, he saw a dark shadow coming quickly at him. Much larger was this beast then he had ever seen, he immediately let go of the sea beast and shot straight through the surface of the water, watching the massive black body come, and with an open mouth swallow the smaller sea beast whole.
‘Enough’ he thought, ‘I must leave now to see what the world has done, or what has done this to the world.’ He flew quickly, up and away into the sky. High above the salty body of water he flew, towards the source of that potent toxic taste. Soon he could see massive mountains, yet they were rectangular, and there were many standing next to each other, on the water.
‘What has happened to this world while I’ve rested? What could have done this?’ he asked himself. Closer he got to the mountains, he could see that there were so many, almost infinite, some higher then others but most of them too tall to see over. He flew quickly now to the top of one of the higher mountains, so no one could see him. Swiftly he had made it to the top. He looked out from the top and could see huge birds with no wings flying between each mountain. He could see they were flying in and out of the valleys below.
A door opened behind him, and a man stepped outside. “Freeze! Don’t move” the man said. He reached for something on his chest that made a noise, but it was too late for him. Lestat shot behind him and then wrapped his hand around his forehead and snapped his neck. The man went limp and fell onto the hard completely flat mountaintop.
‘Answers will be found soon……….As for this door.’ He thought. He glided over to the door the man came through. He saw there was no door handle, but a black reflective box in the center of the door. As he stepped up, he heard a woman’s voice come from the door.
“Place your iris at the sensor for conformation,” the woman’s voice ordered.
“What is an iris.” He asked. The woman did not respond. He asked again louder this time with a powerful voice, “What is an iris?” The voice still did not respond. He grew impatient. Lestat, deep in thought and control of emotions, realized there was no getting passed this door the normal way, ‘because what was normal?’ he thought. He reached back his right arm, with his old world garment still perfectly intact covering his upper torso. He then punched the door with more power then it could handle. The door bent in and collapsed feet from the where it had been.
He looked down at his fist, all the bones out of place. Never had he hit something so hard. As he carefully studied the detail of his skin, the bones began to move back into place, and soon enough his hand was back to normal. He stepped through the door and could see that there were only stairs going down, so down he went. Spiraling around a gap in the center of this mountain. Soon there were many doors on the side of the mountain. He stepped up to the second one he saw, and the door slid straight up, welcoming him to enter.
To his amazement, the place was packed with people. Most of the people were sitting around small tables here and there, and some were sitting at a long wooden table, that was right at the edge of the room, overlooking the large body of salty water. He saw a seat open over by a table with no legs. He sat down between two men. They didn’t even notice him sit down next to them. Each man looked somewhat different then the mortals he was used to. Neither man had any facial hair, and their necks seemed, somewhat longer. Their fingers were even longer, and their heads seemed larger if anything. Before he noticed anything else, a voice came from in front of him.
“Can I get you something to drink Dracula?” The man asked, laughing.
“Who is Dracula?” Lestat asked confused on how a man could just guess his name without asking.
“Never mind, it’s just the way your dressing man, its funny. You look like your some kind of, I don’t know old school vampire,” the man said, laughing some more. “Fuck it, you want a drink or not man?”
“Very well. I would like a glass of red wine.” Lestat answered. The man on the other side of the table smiled and walked away. He came back with a bottle of red wine, and poured a glass. The wine poured carefully into a cup, but the cup was clear. Lestat stared at it. Confused at how could something hold wine like that. He could see the wine, but it didn’t pour everywhere.
He knew that the world had changed, but he didn’t think that the wine would change with it. He knew that he had to find answers soon. ‘There were many ways of getting information’ he thought. ‘Ask and you will get an answer, bite and you will receive the knowledge, or bite and get a companion, then understand.’
“What is your name, young man?” Lestat asked the man on the other side of the table. The man looked at Lestat, surprised at his question, but nevertheless he answered, “Adam Sonenshine.”
“Well, Adam what are you doing here in this mountain?” Lestat asked curiously.
“Hahahah, I never thought of the Chicago building as a mountain. I guess it is. Well, I’m a bartender here, during the day and I am a DJ at night at a local club.” He responded. “What is your name?” he asked.
“My name is Lestat Dark,” he answered. The man smiled as he nodded and then walked off to serve another person. ‘Well, I now can have a companion, Adam. This extremely happy mortal will finally answer the questions. I wonder if he believes there is any shame in happiness. I’ll have to ask him, when he returns,’ Lestat thought to himself.
“Goodnight everyone,” Adam said from the edge of the table and he turned to walk towards the door, and stepped off of the higher-level floor he was on behind the table. Adam was a very short man compared to the rest, but he was also much happier then all the others in the bar. He kept walking past all the people in the bar, and right past Lestat. As he approached the door it slid straight up and he exited. Lestat swiftly blew past everyone faster then any of them could see, and he too exited the room. He came to a stop right in front of Adam, and stared into his eyes.
Adam shocked to see that Lestat was in front of him, hesitated. Fear filled his blue eyes for he had never seen Lestat leave or even walk past him. By the time Adam finished his thought, Lestat was already draining the blood from his neck. Slowly Adam was emptied of his mortal blood, and he lost strength to hold himself up. This was the first feast of mortal blood Lestat had tasted since the women in the small cottage. Its flavor and essence hadn’t changed at all. In fact it was sweeter then he could remember, rejuvenating Lestat to full power again. After Lestat had drained almost every drop of mortal blood from Adam he let his grip go, and watched him fall to the floor.
Lestat then rolled up the sleeve of his garment and cut the flesh of his arm with his fangs. Blood oozed out of the hole and drops started falling onto the floor. He bent down to Adam with his arm out and blood still coming out of the hole in it.
“Drink Adam and join me in world of eternity,” Lestat said, as he pushed the hole close to Adam’s mouth. Adam pulled up his weak hands gripped Lestat’s arm. He then put his lips to the bleeding hole on Lestat’s wrist. At first he let the blood touch his tongue and drip down his throat, then slowly he began to suck. Soon he was siphoning the blood from Lestat through his mouth deep into his soul.
Lestat ripped his arm free of Adam’s grip and stepped back to watch the end of Adam’s mortal life. Adam looked at Lestat in surprise, but then soon blacked out and fell back onto the floor. His body shaking violently in fits of death, overcoming his body. The shaking continued; and his arms spasm in pain as he shook on the floor of the stairs. His body stopped shaking, and he lay still, dead. Lestat watched carefully now, for it was long since he had a companion, even longer since he had brought someone over to the dark.
Adam’s body sat up quickly without any effort, his eyes now deep blue and his skin paler. “Welcome to the life of the damned. Free of sickness and death for eternity. Now you and I will travel the world, to find the answers to….” Lestat hesitated. He thought for a second and realized he knew what happened to the world. He absorbed the knowledge from Adam. This was no mountain he was in, it was a large building, time had passed by much further then he thought. Now technology ruled, not people, nor vampires. There were no kings, but a democracy of free people.
‘Vampires’, he thought, ‘How is that possible? They are different, I can feel them now that I know they are here in the new world.’
“Let us go Adam, we will find these vampires you know of,” said Lestat.
“Not until dark do they come up from the underworld. We should go to the bank where they gather for their feasts. The sunlight is too powerful for them, master.” Adam said.
“These creatures are no vampires then. What do you mean by feast Adam?” Lestat asked, but he already knew the answer. ‘A feast,’ he thought, ‘Yes a feast, unlike anything the old world could dream of. The mortals donate their own blood to a bank, called Red Cross. Then the vampires come from the underground, and drink the blood of the mortals, cold and empty of memories.’ Lestat pictured them coming up from their homes in the deep earth. Their hair short and white, and there pink eyes piercing the dark for any mortal life. Their skin pale and white, so sensitive to any light they would burn away.
‘What has happened to this world? Why have the vampires turned into beasts? Are there none left from my pure bloodline, who can fly or stay in the sun?’ He thought to himself, but he couldn’t find these answers in Adam’s memory.
“Time for you to use your new wings,” Lestat said to Adam. They quickly flew up the stairs to the door, and then out of the building. As soon as they flew out of the door, the two shot right, and over all of the enormous buildings that made up East Side Manhattan. Faster they went, their dark figures two quick for any human eye to catch. Over the river and into Brooklyn, they soared. Soon enough, Lestat could smell the blood. Its sweet metallic taste lingered in the air over one of the many streets in busy Brooklyn, NY.
The two of them came swiftly down in an ally between two old brick buildings. The sun was setting but it wasn’t dark enough for anything to happen yet. They had enough time to walk around. A man about Adam’s size was sitting on the corner of the alley and the street. Lestat could feel his presence. He was, a very grumpy man. Unable to function in the New World, with no money or family or any type of support he sat there. Day after day asking for pity. ‘How could this be?’ Lestat thought. ‘Why are there mortals begging? They have such lifespan, better live it up rather then sit on your ass, and ask others to help you out.’
As Lestat and Adam walked closer, they noticed a man sitting side by side to the other man on the corner of the alley. The two were identically the same size. The one on the left that couldn’t be seen before is now in a sneezing fit, shaking his head violently. He kept jerking his head forward, as huge wads of saliva shot from his mouth and a liquid came from his nose as well.
‘These two men could do nothing more, but benefit from the eternal freedom from the mortal world. Never to be sick or die again, never ask for money from other mortals on the side of an alley, he most likely slept in. Not yet though.’ Lestat contemplated. ‘Adam and I will free these mortals from their disturbing lives when we are finished seeing these new world vampires.’
Lestat and Adam walked down the busy street to the Red Cross building where four mortals walked around inside checking everything. One by one they stepped out of the large square building. All the men wore white jump suits and black shoes, and almost all looked like brothers because of their heights and widths so similar, especially in the jumpsuits. The only difference was their facial complexes were built differently. The first man came out and began to yawn. As he waited impatiently while the next one came out. He also looked tired, but his eyes were more worn then his body, for he was still crying as he walked through the doorway of the building.
Lestat and Adam now went to the entrance but were stopped by the third man leaving. “I’m, uh, sorry folks, but, uh mm, we’re closed now.” Said the man. He didn’t look or sound very bright, and his eyes didn’t seem like they could focus on anything.
“That’s too bad, we came to donate the finest of blood to your bank. We’ll just have to come back tomorrow.” Lestat said to the man.
“Well that’s not possible.” A voice interrupted from behind the one still standing in the door. “Tomorrow is Easter, and I’d hope you have some family of friends to go to for that day. I’ll tell you what, come back on Monday, and ask for Doc, and we’ll just fit you right in.” said the man.
“Alright, we’ll do just that.” Lestat said. They turned and walked from the door together. The sun was now completely hidden behind the skyscrapers, and it seemed to make things much darker on this part of the street. As Lestat and Adam, neared the street corner to the alley, they turned back to see the two men lock the door, and run. They ran very awkward, their legs to small to make long strides. They continued running through a bunch of cars, and then through the alley across from the building.
“Now is our chance,” Lestat said gesturing with his hand to move back to the bank, and enter. It was deathly silent on the street, and nothing could be heard for at least mile. Making the sound of the glass shattering all over the street ten times louder then it should have. Lestat and Adam made there way through the doorway now of the bank and proceeded to the rear. They could feel the ice-cold air on there feet as they walked near an entrance through the floor. Its doors bolted shut, but from the inside.
There was a distinct humming noise coming from the coolers behind them. Lestat glided over to one and pulled it open. A heavy fog poured out of it, exposing huge fluorescent lights above. Through the white cold cloud of mist, Lestat could see thousands of plastic bags with blood in them. He reached out and touched one of the extremely cold jelly like bags. He looked carefully at its sticker on the front that said it belonged to a Mrs. White, Snow serial number 187666.
A sudden flicker above him, and then it went dark. The cooler’s fluorescent lights just shut off. All the lights shut off in the entire building. Laughing could be heard not far from them. The laughter continued getting louder and closer to the entrance. Ringing in the ears of Lestat and Adam who were now standing completely still, frozen in time.
The laughter stopped. Lestat and Adam stood next to the entrance awaiting the arrival of the unknown. “Who are you?” came a high-pitched voice from behind them. Standing next to the cooler was a man wearing a large dark cape and holding a sickle. “This is the end for you Lestat,” Said death. With one sweeping motion he sliced the head off of Lestat.
Darkness came. Humid air flowed into his old dried lungs. His eyes opened in the dark, moist coffin. Back to life he was, or back to the life of a damned. He pushed open the damp black lid covering his weak body. A horrible dream, during the longest sleep he had ever had in his entire existence, since his birth in the beginning.