i want to go home and hide. from what? i don't know exactly. but i badly want to erase his memory. i tried to not talk about him hoping that he would leave my thoughts then. when numbness replaced the pain, i thought he bled me dry. lestat described the sucking of his blood as something exquisite. it transported him to a place in his past. but then it jerked him back to the present when it stopped. maybe the rush of dreams came with the flow of blood. what am i saying? i am drained. but His blood brought me immortality. vampires die to become what they are and fear the fire that could destroy them. but Someone died in my place so i need not worry about being consumed by flames.
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