Queen of the Damned

There comes a time for every vampire...

...when the idea of eternity becomes momentarily unbearable.

Living and feeding in the shadows with only your own company...

...rots into a solitary, hollow existence.

Immortality seems like a good idea...

...until you realize you're going to spend it alone.

So I slept, hoping the sounds of the passing eras would fade out...

...and a sort of death might happen.

But as I lay there, the world didn't sound like the place I had left...

...but something different.

Better....

It became worthwhile to rise again as new gods were born and worshiped.

Night and day, they were never alone.

I would become one of them.

Whether it was the meal or the 100 years of rest, I'm not sure.

But suddenly I was feeling better than ever.

My senses so high...

...they led me straight to the instrument of my resurrection...

...playing in my old house.

Jesus.

Your voice....

Who the hell are you?

The question provoked an irresistible urge.

I am the vampire Lestat.

It just rolled out of my mouth.

With one sentence, I betrayed everything about my kind.

Betrayed our code of secrecy.

Vampire?

- That's funny. - Indeed.

Hilarious.

You're all...

...so beautiful.

- Your hands are... - Cold as death?

- You're gonna kill us? - No.

All that you've ever dreamed of, I'm going to make yours.

This is your lucky day.

It was a bold move, I admit.

But from that moment on they were my friends, my children, my band.

Giving the world a new god. Me.

I'm over it

You see I'm falling in a vast abyss

Crowded by memories of the past

At last I see

I hear it fading I can't speak it

Or else you will dig my grave

You fear them finding Always whining

Take my hand now Be alive

You see I cannot be forsaken

Because I'm not the only one

We walk amongst you Feeding, raping

Must we hide from everyone?

You see I cannot be forsaken

Because I'm not the only one

We walk amongst you Feeding, raping

Must we hide from everyone?

Everyone.

Okay, can I have your attention? Okay, some questions. One at a time.

- Yeah, you. - So why here in London?

We go where we're told to, like you.

- How would you sum up your music? - Sex, blood and rock 'n' roll.

Okay, excuse me.

It's time.

May I present...

...the vampire Lestat.

Good evening.

Sorry I'm late. I was just trying to catch my breakfast.

Okay, can we keep it short? One at a time.

Yeah, you.

I may be wrong, but what I remember about vampires is...

...you generally keep your identity secret.

Yes. But why hide it in this day and age?

I've hidden in the shadows for centuries.

It's time to share myself with the world.

Could you prove it? You know, give us a demonstration of your powers.

If you like, I can give you a private demonstration in your hotel tonight.

Your first and only concert's in Death Valley, just days away.

- Why just the one? - I don't like repeating myself.

There are rumors about the hidden meaning in your lyrics...

...that you're giving away vampire secrets. Something in all that?

Maybe I'm trying to resurrect a few old friends. Daring them to come out.

Won't these vampires be pissed off that you're giving away secrets?

I imagine they are, yes.

Do you have anything to say to the other vampires?

As a matter of fact, I do.

Come out, come out, wherever you are.

See you all in Death Valley.

I heard Lestat keeps these girls in his cellar. And it's nice.

They give you food and cable and weed.

Please.

But you have to let him suck you on your neck whenever he wants.

- Doesn't sound too bad. - Done worse.

- I'll say. - This way, girls.

So this is Lestat's house?

It is this week. We move around a lot.

Why is that?

What can I say? The guy is just....

- Boss. I didn't see you there. - No. You wouldn't, would you?

Um, these are the girls that you asked for.

Yes.

Do you want me to take the girls home later?

No, thank you, Roger.

I'll make sure they're taken care of.

You want some?

Want me?

You hungry?

You hungry for something else?

Come on.

- Don't you want to have some fun? - Don't do that.

Are you ticklish?

I'm very ticklish.

Come out, come out...

...whoever you are.

Jesse.

Jesse.

A voice...

...calling to me...

...in my dreams.

The same dream I've had since I was 6.

I have a family of my own.

Not a strange dream, really.

One every orphan has.

I'm sorry, but you must go.

Why can't I stay with you? Please, Aunt Maharet.

I don't want you to go. But you must.

Aunt, you're bleeding.

You must be with your own.

- I knew things were not normal. - This isn't the life for you.

I only knew I was part of them, and being cast out.

Was I bad?

Had I done something wrong?

I'll always be watching over you.

I want to stay with you forever.

You can't.

When I lose control

Inside my body crumbles

I'm Serena Altschul, MTV News.

Vampire turned rocker Lestat has returned with a new CD, Forsaken.

Although from New Orleans...

...he claims to be an 18th-century French nobleman...

...who has been asleep for over 100 years.

Here's a look at the new video from the debut album, Redeemer.

Give your life to my charms

In the Admiral's Arms

The hunger inside given to me Makes me what I am

Always it is calling me

For the blood of man

Like everyone, I assumed Lestat was a joke.

A rock star with a gimmick. Then one of his lyrics caught my attention.

"Take a walk down the aisle at the end of the mile.

Give your life to my charms in the Admiral's Arms."

That rang a bell.

I tracked down old leases in London.

It turns out in the late 1600s there was a pub in Mile End...

...called the Admiral's Arms.

It had a reputation for dealing with black magic...

...and reports of people vanishing.

Here's where you could find the Admiral's Arms in old London.

That part of London is mostly warehouses...

...meat-packing plants and a private club in the same location.

I think that it's a vampire coven.

And Lestat is leading us to it.

- Who took this picture? - I did.

You're still an apprentice. You don't do field work.

The Talamasca has a code.

I know. "Observe the dark realm, but be not of it."

Well, it's held good for 12 centuries.

We record and observe, but never interfere.

I had to see it for myself.

Is David aware of this?

Jesse?

Hello, David.

- I was explaining... - Why don't you see me in my office?

This is a real coven. In the middle of London.

All the more reason to have told me first.

Listen, Jesse...

...we know about Lestat.

What he's doing is unprecedented.

So why is he doing it?

Aren't you curious? Don't you think we should find out?

Let me show you something.

What do you see?

Mid-1500s. Florence.

This one?

- This man is in both. - Yes.

All the different paint samples...

...all authentic.

Each painted at the time of their particular style.

His name is Marius.

I've been tracing him for years.

My little obsession.

The closest we've come to the original vampire.

Marius himself dates back to 400 B.C.

So he's older than Lestat.

He made Lestat.

How do you know that?

Because I have Lestat's journal.

I want to see it.

Promise me you'll never go back to that place.

It was the winter of 1788.

And I was brought to a Mediterranean island by the man who made me.