Life has never ended, only started. The light will never rise. What I would give to see the light of the sun rising over the horizon. I used to see the light every day, Louis my Louis, if you ever read this journal after I am gone, remember if I die I will see the light of the sun one more time before I leave.
Today, Lestat has shown me his worst, or in his mind best, hobby. His favorite way to kill. he will never mention this out loud, but he lours his victims out with his mind, buys them a late dinner or a drink, then he brings them to some highly populated spot and hides in the shadows and...
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