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soul more than anything。 But before I can move on to that； we must revisit Lestat's antics and the story of how I lost my last love； Akasha。
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The Vampire Lestat
AS ALL KNOW； who follow our Chronicles； I was on the island in the Aegean Sea； ruling over a peaceful world of mortals when Lestat； a young vampire； no more than ten years in the Blood； began to call out to me。
Now I was most belligerent in my solitude。 And not even the recent rise of Amadeo； out of the old coven in Paris； to bee the Master of the new and bizarre Theatre des Vampires； could lure me from my solitude。
For though I had spied upon Amadeo more than once； I saw nothing
in him； but the same heartbreaking sadness that I had known in Venice。 I preferred loneliness to courting him。
But when I heard the call of Lestat； I sensed in him a powerful and unfettered intelligence； and I went to him at once； rescuing him from his first true retreat as a blood drinker and I brought him to my house； revealing its location to him。
I felt a great outpouring of love for Lestat； and impetuously perhaps； I took him down to the shrine immediately。 I watched transfixed as he drew close to the Mother； and then in amazement as he kissed her。
I don't know whether it was his boldness or her stillness which so mesmerized me。 But you can be certain I was ready to intervene if Enkil should try to hurt him。
When Lestat drew back； when he told me that the Mother had confided to him her name； I was caught off guard and a sudden wave of terrible jealousy took hold of me。
But I denied this feeling。 I was too in love with Lestat and I told myself that this seeming miracle in the shrine meant only good things…that this young blood drinker might somehow spark life in the two Parents。
And so I took him to my salon； as I have described…and as he has described…and I told him the long tale of my beginnings。 I told him the tale of the Mother and Father and their unending quietude。
He seemed a splendid pupil during all the hours that we talked together。 Indeed； I don't think I had ever felt closer in my life to anyone than I did to Lestat。 I was never closer even to Bianca。 Lestat had traveled the world in his ten years in the Blood； he had devoured the great literature of many nations； and he brought to our conversation
a vigor I had never seen really in anyone I had loved； not even in Pandora。
But the following night； as I was out tending to affairs with my mortal subjects； of whom there were many； Lestat went down to the shrine； taking with him a violin which had once belonged to his friend and fellow blood drinker； Nicolas。
And mimicking the skill of his lost friend； Lestat played the violin passionately and wondrously for the Divine Parents。
Over the short miles I heard the music。 And then I heard a high…pitched singing note such as no mortal could ever have made。 Indeed； it seemed the song of the Sirens of Greek mythology； and as I stood wondering what this sound could be； it died away in silence。
I tried to bridge the gap which separated me from my house； and what I saw through the unveiled mind of Lestat defied my belief。
Akasha had risen from her throne； and held Lestat in her embrace； and as Lestat drank from Akasha； Akasha drank from Lestat。
I turned and sped back towards my house and towards the shrine。 But even as I did so； the scene shifted fatally。
Enkil had risen and had ripped Lestat loose from the Mother and she stood screaming for Lestat in tones that could deafen any mortal。
Rushing down the stone steps I found the doors of the shrine deliberately
shut against me。 I menced to pound on them with all my force。 And all the while I could see within； through Lestat's eyes； that Enkil had forced Lestat down on the floor； and Enkil； despite Akasha's screams； meant to crush him。
Oh； how plaintive were her screams for all their volume。
Desperately； I called out to him：
〃Enkil； if you harm Lestat； if you kill him； I shall take her away from you forever and she will help me to do it。 My King； this is what she wants！〃
I could scarcely believe that I had shouted these words； but they had e to my mind immediately and there was no time to ponder them。
The doors of the shrine were at once opened。 What an impossible and terrifying sight it was； the two stark white creatures standing there； in their Egyptian raiment； she with her mouth dripping with blood； and Enkil； standing there； yet as though he were in deep slumber。
In horror； I saw that Enkil's foot was resting against Lestat's chest。 But Lestat still lived。 Lestat was unharmed。 Beside him lay the violin； smashed to pieces。 Akasha stared forward as though she had never waked； looking past me。
I moved quickly and put my hands on Enkil's shoulders。
〃Go back； my King；〃 I said。 〃Go back。 You have acplished your purpose。 Please； do as I beg you。 You know how I respect your power。〃
Slowly he removed his foot from Lestat's chest； his expression blank； his movements sluggish as they always were； and gradually I was able to move him to the steps of the dais。 Slowly he turned to make the two steps； and slowly he sat down on his throne； and I with quick hands arranged his garments carefully。
〃Lestat； run；〃 I said firmly。 〃Don't for a moment question me。 Run from here。〃
And as Lestat did as he was told； I turned to Akasha。
She was standing as if lost in a dream； and I put my hands very
carefully on her arms。
〃My beautiful one；〃 I whispered； 〃my Sovereign。 Let me return you to the throne。〃
As she had always done in the past； she obeyed me。
Within a few moments； they were as they had always been； as if it had been a delusion that Lestat had e； a delusion that his music had waked her。
But I knew it was no delusion； and as I stared at her； as I spoke to her in my intimate way； I was filled with a new fear that I did not express to her。
〃You're beautiful and unchangeable；〃 I said； 〃and the world is unworthy of you。 It's unworthy of your power。 You listen to so many prayers； don't you？ And so you listened to this beautiful music and it delighted you。 Perhaps I can some time bring music to you 。 。 。 bring those who can play it and believe that you and the King are but statues…。〃
I broke off this mad speech。 What was I trying to do？
The truth is； I was terrified。 Lestat had acplished a breach of order of which I'd never dreamt； and I wondered what might lie ahead if anyone else attempted such！
But the main point； the point to which I clung in my anger； was this： I had restored the order。 I had； by threats to my Royal Majesty； made him move back to the throne； and she； my beloved Queen； had followed him。
Lestat had done the unthinkable。 ButMarius had acplished the remedy。
At last when my fear and my temper were better； I went down on the rocks by the sea to meet with Lestat and to chastise Lestat and I found myself more out of control than I imagined。
Who； but Marius； knew how long these Parents had sat in silence？ And now this young one whom I had wanted so to love； so to instruct； so to enfold…this young one had brought out of them a movement which only further emboldened him。
Lestat wanted to free the Queen。 Lestat thought we ought to imprison Enkil。 I think I must have laughed。 Surely I couldn't put into words how much I feared both of them。
Later that night； as Lestat hunted in the far islands； I heard strange sounds from the shrine。
I went down and discovered that various objects were shattered。 Vases； lamps； lay broken or on their sides。 Candles had been flung here and there。 Which of the two Parents did these things？ Neither moved。 I couldn't know； and once again the fear in me increased。
For one desperate selfish moment； I looked at Akasha and I thought； I shall give you over to Lestat if that is what you wish！ Only tell me how to do it。 Rise against Enkil with me！ But these words didn't really form in my mind。
In my soul I felt a cold jealousy。 I felt a leaden sorrow。
But then I could tell myself it was the magic of the violin； was it not？ For when in ancient times had such an instrument been heard？ And he； a blood drinker； had e before her to perform； in all
probability twisting and turning the music madly。
There was no consolation in this for me； however。 She had waked for him！
And as I stood in the silence of the shrine； staring at all the broken objects； a thought came into my mind as though she had put it there。
I loved him as you loved him and would have him here as you would have him。 But it cannot be。
I was transfixed。
But then I moved towards her as I had done a hundred times； advancing slowly so that she might refuse me if she wished； so that he might deny me with even the smallest show of power。 And at last I drank from her； perhaps from the very same vein in her white throat； I didn't know； and then I moved back； my eyes on Enkil's face。
His cold features registered nothing but listlessness。
When I woke the following night I heard noises from the shrine。 I found more of the many fine objects broken。
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