Interview with the Vampire: The Vampire Chronicles (1994) Soundboard Edit

A graveyard full of broken statues.

A new world had sprung up around us.

A rose in bloom, a shrinking violet?

A strange plague nonetheless struck its passengers.

A universe whole and entire unto herself.

Absinthe?

All the ancient lands.

And always we found nothing.

And I saw my last sunrise.

And that noise!

And we were all Americans now.

And why should I tell you?

And, as it did, Lestat's words made sense to me.

Are you lost, my love?

Are you the leader of this group?

As if it were the first.

Become the old Lestat.

Before you were born.

Bury him?

But it keeps the blood warm.

But now it's time to end it, Louis.

But the world was a tomb to me...

But there was more to it.

But very beautiful.

But what if I'd rather taste your lips?

But what if it's a lesson I don't care to learn?

Claudia!

Claudia! What have we told you?

Come back!

Come, beloved.

Come, Louis.

Do what you want with it. Give it to others. Learn what you can.

Do you think so?

Don't be afraid.

Don't make me do this. I cannot!

Don't worry.

Don't you want her?

Enough!

Evil.

For do not doubt you are a killer!

For the first time...

For thirty years I'd avoided that place.

From the terrible dawn.

Gently, chérie.

God kills indiscriminately...

Has been the fall of a century.

Have us living in a field, like cattle!

He did it to make you stay with him?

He knew I would love her more than the waking world.

Her that you burnt to a cinder?

How do you know?

How few vampires...

I awoke the next evening with a hunger...

I came to make peace with you.

I found someone who'll be a vampire better than you both.

I hate him.

I haven't tears enough for what you've done to me.

I mean you no harm.

I shall never, ever grow up.

I walked the streets savoring that long lost perfume.

I wanted to lose it all:

I was 24. Younger than you are now.

I was Creole, after all, and Paris was the mother of New Orleans.

I was waiting for you.

I will not go unless you listen to me

I would've been happy to join them.

I wouldn't call it living. Call it surviving.

I'll be waiting for you...

I'll leave you to it...

I'm hungry and the city awaits.

I'm not your daughter.

If you stay with me, Louis..

In the Old World...

It is the crime that means death to any vampire:

It shouldn't have been this way.

It was a long, long time ago

It will be all right.

It's time for justice, little one.

It's time we were on our way.

Just take my word for it.

Last breath in me...

Lestat killed two, sometimes three a night.

Lestat?

Locked together in hatred.

Louis, I swear I didn't...

Louis.

Madeleine.

Murderer!

My child.

My friend...

My lips are even sweeter still.

My little papillons.

Never drink from the dead.

Never in the house.

No words can describe it

No, my beloved.

No! No!

Not yet

Now, my child.

Now...

Oh, yes, you are.

Old death.

Only blocks from the Lafayette Cemetery...

Perhaps she has a mind to be my bride

Perhaps.

Permit no meditations on decay...

Please, wake Mama, monsieur.

Please!

Pretend to drink, at least.

Regret nothing.

Seen as the human eye could never see them.

Shall we begin like David Copperfield?

She and the infant had been buried less than half a year.

So much you make me fear..

So we could be free.

Soft.

Stop!

Stuck in their decadent time.

Such things you say

That's enough, chérie.

The master of a large plantation, just south of New Orleans.

The old stake in the heart.

The one who left the Old World for the New.

The one who made you...

The ship is sailing without us!

The trick is not to think about it.

Then do what it is in your nature to do...

Then, on a diet of the blood of snakes...

There is but one crime among us vampires here.

They make the night brighter than the day.

This filthy modern tide.

To have seen the things you have seen

To the pimp that followed.

To think you are all I have to learn from.

Unless I make her one of us.

Walled in a dungeon, your only company will be your screams.

We belong in hell.

We can't begin this way.

We're predators, whose all seeing eyes give them detachment!

What do you mean?

What if there is no hell?

What reason would that be?

What?

Whatever happened to Lestat, I do not know.

When my mind swam with guilt at the thought of killing

Which one of you made me the way I am?

Yankees are not to your taste?

Yes

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

You always were the strong one.

You are what you are!

You want her to die, then?

You'll never go to another tavern again.

You're ill, my precious.

You're tired, you want to sleep!

You've got to tell me.

Your body's dying.

1791 was the year it happened.

Christ! Don't be frightened.

"Let him go," he said.