Interview with the Vampire

The tapes are an admitted performance.

This is the premise of our interview.

A sacrifice is made when the dark gift is shared.

You can't read my mind anymore?

You're not welcome in this home!

There he is.

What are you?! I'm a vampire.

I could not save the Storyville,

but I could save her.

Dubai.

I can't tell you that.

Can't tell you that either.

No.

No. Yeah.

Yeah, look, i-it's not an article,

it's a book.

I mean, we can do a chapter in Vanity Fair, but...

I-I know it's been 10 years.

I haven't forgotten what a book is.

This is... This is a book.

A-All right? Look, um...

Yeah, I gotta call you back.

I'll call you back.

Good morning.

I hope you've passed a comfortable night.

I never pass a comfortable night.

You were scheduled to have your levodopa transfusion

this week. Been tapping my phone?

Mr. De Pointe du Lac has arranged a physician

to administer it here tomorrow.

Well, I'll take care of it on my own.

Your doctor in New York was consulted and has given consent.

You'll find a note from him in your electronic mailbox.

Where's Louis?

Mr. De Point du Lac will be resting today.

Would you follow me to the reading room?

Quite the house plant.

Well, the interior designer hired was a sentimentalist.

Some notion of hers, he was...

...missing the natural world.

You are getting access to...

...very precious items from the archives,

an alternative perspective on the years of your interest.

Please, wear these when handling the materials.

We suggest you begin on the left.

"The P.O.Ws are malnourished, nothing but bone and sinew.

Their blood is bitter.

It almost makes you feel sick to drink it."

Wow.

Auntie told me to stay put

and keep away from the door.

I tried to be good and stay right where I was.

But when Auntie came back, she got stuck on the other side

and brought the fire back with her.

I closed my eyes and waited for the fire to take me, too.

I just prayed it wouldn't hurt too bad.

That's when the Black angel came.

He was beautiful and strong and fast,

and he carried me like I was made of feathers.

Help me!

Gimme some water!

The Black angel took me to a fine house

...with gold ceilings,

like the ones in the picture houses.

And that's when I guessed I was in Heaven.

So, I waited for the pain to go away and my mama to join me.

But she didn't come, and the pain got worse.

The Black angel was crying.

She goin' cold. What do we do?

Nothing. We do nothing. And I remember thinking...

She's dying. "Why would an angel

cry in Heaven?"More human entanglement.

And then, I saw the white angel.

Drain her.

She's only a kid.

No, please.

Please!

I don't know where to bite. Her body's all charred.

You know you can do this.

And she'll be what? A lap dog?

No, not... not a dog.

A daughter. I-I-I don't know.

You were ready to abandon our home.

Now you want a third.

I-I just need her not to die.

Please.

Please.

The white angel, he bit me,

right in the neck, and I thought,

"What a strange thing for an angel to do."

And then, I tasted it.

And right away, I felt strong as a street car.

Enough!

And I realized,

what I thought was Heaven was just some nice room.

And what I thought were angels were really hell demons.

But seeing as Mama died, and Auntie,

she was burnt up too,

I decided to make the best of it.

You got some of your own I can have?

Y-You want more?

Right away, I had a lot of questions.

So, this is my new house?

It is if you want it to be.

This is my fountain?

That's my...

What is that?

Well, that's the incinerator where we burn the...

We'll get to that soon enough.

So where'd you find me?

At my old house?

I heard your cry for help.

We... We can hear people's thoughts.

What? Mm-hmm.

It's true.

Prove it. What am I thinking now?

Well, I can't.

I'm your maker.

You're wonderin' if your nails will be like that forever,

and the answer is yes.

It's a special trick, only folks like us have,

like the nails and the teeth.

So, you can hear me, but he can't?

That make him the dumb one?

What's funny?

If he makes you, he can't hear your thoughts anymore.

Somethin' about the sacrifice of creation.

Did he make you, too?

He did. What's she saying?

He has to rely on my words to understand me,

just like a human.

I'm not human no more, am I?

No, you're a vampire.

Well, I can see where this is going.

Bonjour.

How'd you do that?

Well, you'll do it too, in time, my little milkweed.

I'll teach you, just like I taught Louis here.

But not if we're going to have family secrets.

We're a family?

Yeah, but with no secrets.

All right.

So, what's that for?

That's where we burn bodies.

Why do we burn bodies?

Uncle Les and Daddy Louis were rich.

They had nice clothes and a nice auto carriage

and a funny way of being nice to each other.

So, I'm supposed to kill him?

You don't have to.

There's always the birds and the beasts.

Or you can endeavor on an experience

that feels like eating syrup while riding on the wind.

I'm not sure how I feel about that pleated skirt.

It's chiffon. It has movement.

Hmm.

Looks like she takes after me.

Tremendous.

Fortifying myself for an evening of swan hunting.

Back in the car, Claudia.

Claudia. Claudia!

Claudia!

Claudia! Hey, no, no.

Get back here, missy.

Young girl, where are your parents at this hour?

I asked you a question, young lady.

I said, where are your parents?

Claudia! No!

Don't!

Not a cop!

You're not a girl.

You're a devil.

You have to stop while they're alive.

Who was it that she takes after?

Hm.

You ain't a girl.

You a devil.

Confusion, regret, euphoria.

You gon' wake up feeling a lot of things.

A little guilt, a bad taste in your mouth from the cop,

which again, you should never choose.

Claudia.

I'm sorry.

What did I just say?

Don't eat cops.

You gotta listen to your elders when they're talkin'.

You're new to this...

I'm hungry. Hungry?

You just ate a man twice your size.

You can't possibly be...

An ominous observation.

Her young lady metabolism is permanent now.

I'm so hungry.

I think I'm gon' die.

Is that how vampires die?

From starvation?

You don't want to engorge yourself, ma petite.

More tomorrow, okay?

Please.

Histrionics.