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Lestat, dead or alive, violent or charming, lying or telling the truth, and perhaps always will be, other vampires don't matter. I don't know what does to him. Ploiesti, March 17, 1945 - Death surrounds the humans, brought not by us but by themselves. Will death come to us now that they have slaughtered each other? Are we all that will remain? The humans stumbling about this land are already dead, they just don't know it yet. We are immortal but perhaps that's not enough? Louis and I are alone. Alone and wandering. Wandering and alone. How will this world end? And will I see its ending? That is the promise of immortality. Not with anything approaching understanding or joy. It will end as it began for Louis. And for me. With pain and suffering and death. Maybe being undead means we're already ashes but not knowing it yet. Maybe what I found here amidst the carnage and bleakness is that there is nothing else to be found - maybe this is all there is, all there ever was, all there ever will be._I don't know where else to look for our kind. We've canvassed the continent. I've gone through everything, cross referenced every detail, traced back every hushed whisper or furtive nod. I don't know how we came to be. Were we truly just made at the whim of Lestat? Are Louis and I the last of our kind then? Here in this wasteland of Europe, life is very long... and very short. Biertan, November 25th, 1945 - I was trying not to hold my breath all the way into this town. We saw crucifix after crucifix, the people were petrified, they were gathered in a factory in disuse, garlic all around, big black bulbs of it on every door. The children were singing a folk song about a vampire and so I went out into the forest looking for it, and, diary, I think, think, I found it. I've been waiting so very long to write this. Years now I have been dreaming and hoping that I would write these words on one of these pages. I'm blurry with excitement but I have to close my eyes, more soon.
used to eat I don't like so much anymore. What comes out of humans is just so much sweeter. Me and Uncle Les have a nickname for it - kill juice. Auntie always liked her wine, but I like my kill juice. Something about choosing a person and the thrill of knowing what's to come. I don't like humans anymore, not really, but it can get lonely. I gotta go to bed when the rest of the world wakes up so there's less kids to play with but I find ways to fun it up some. Sometimes the other two get mad at my games, but they clearly just forgot how to have fun. I want to know everything there is to know about being a vampire... such as, why is the sun so unkind to us? And who or what did we come from? But I have a lot to figure out before I get to that... such as, why do two people who say they love each other fight so much? Why do they - Uh-oh. Now they speaking French. They gonna fight now! Fighting sounds funny in French. I'm gonna fight with them in French someday, and I will make them laugh so hard that they can't be angry anymore! I wish they could see what an extraordinary life, or afterlife, we are living. The rooming house was so cold, so bleak! Here, we have everything we could desire. And each other. Ain't that enough? I wonder if I really could learn to speak French, maybe even be fluent. Suddenly, I have all the time one could want... maybe I could even see Paris someday. Addition #1 February 18, 1918 My poor diary! My friend! I've been faithless in describing my new life to you, because how the time flies now! I used to wait what felt like centuries for winter to pass... now I can't believe it's already almost Spring! I keep seeing Louis looking over at me while I'm writing... he wants to know all my secret thoughts! But I won't let him know everything... Auntie said a woman should always keep something for only herself to know... and that's what I'll be one day, ain't it? A fearless, powerful WOMAN! I can't wait...I think Louis is catching on
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![THE CLAUDIAS DIARIES
Belogradchik, October 5, 1941 - I've been waking up to the blitzkrieg of Panzers and the guttural German clashing with the guttural Russian. And the all out war the death the dying the crawling of the half dead the humans going up in flames. It's making me nervous. We should have burned Uncle Les. I should have burned Uncle Les. I never should have let Louis talk me out of it. I had a plan. Now I've got a list. The list keeps me sane. One folklore legend at a time. One castle at a time. I know Louis is trying to make amends for New Orleans. Too little, too late. I need him, he follows me. But for how long?
Varna, November 23, 1941: This land is overrun with soldiers and suffering. I should have started elsewhere. The folklore here in Varna never felt promising. But all folklore has its origins in truth. I knew we had to come and see for ourselves. The local legends of Shtriga, creatures that supposedly sucked the blood of infants and then turned into a flying insect - a moth, a bee, a fly. Not even Uncle Les could turn into another creature... or maybe he could. Who knows what other lies he told. All legends have an origin story, a tiny ember that reveals something true. There must be some detail that's true. There must be. There must.
Armiansk, December 1, 1941. It's been two years. Two years since we left our home in America and came to this place. […]
Their enemies bombed an island so far removed from here. Everything seems so far removed from here. It's been two years of false leads and dead ends. But I mustn't be discouraged! Louis is discouraged enough for the both of us. […]
Nova Kakhovka, Dec 11, 1941.
We ve been trapped under a battle in a burrow for two days....I'm starving down here.
But I refuse to be discouraged, unlike Louis. He speaks, laboriously. He speaks, broodingly. He speaks, all the time. He speaks in his dreams. I do not dream. I don't know when I stopped. On my college tour? All the days are grey and too bright](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:4wifmqrhxdtcx6wg2n4bpejf/bafkreidpgx6zkjuuvubeokmtpq23tfvzlgqe7isy4adsa2qonvzwabpzbm)
THE CLAUDIAS DIARIES Belogradchik, October 5, 1941 - I've been waking up to the blitzkrieg of Panzers and the guttural German clashing with the guttural Russian. And the all out war the death the dying the crawling of the half dead the humans going up in flames. It's making me nervous. We should have burned Uncle Les. I should have burned Uncle Les. I never should have let Louis talk me out of it. I had a plan. Now I've got a list. The list keeps me sane. One folklore legend at a time. One castle at a time. I know Louis is trying to make amends for New Orleans. Too little, too late. I need him, he follows me. But for how long? Varna, November 23, 1941: This land is overrun with soldiers and suffering. I should have started elsewhere. The folklore here in Varna never felt promising. But all folklore has its origins in truth. I knew we had to come and see for ourselves. The local legends of Shtriga, creatures that supposedly sucked the blood of infants and then turned into a flying insect - a moth, a bee, a fly. Not even Uncle Les could turn into another creature... or maybe he could. Who knows what other lies he told. All legends have an origin story, a tiny ember that reveals something true. There must be some detail that's true. There must be. There must. Armiansk, December 1, 1941. It's been two years. Two years since we left our home in America and came to this place. […] Their enemies bombed an island so far removed from here. Everything seems so far removed from here. It's been two years of false leads and dead ends. But I mustn't be discouraged! Louis is discouraged enough for the both of us. […] Nova Kakhovka, Dec 11, 1941. We ve been trapped under a battle in a burrow for two days....I'm starving down here. But I refuse to be discouraged, unlike Louis. He speaks, laboriously. He speaks, broodingly. He speaks, all the time. He speaks in his dreams. I do not dream. I don't know when I stopped. On my college tour? All the days are grey and too bright
![somehow and too empty and the nights bring nothing but blackness. No images in my brain to disturb my days of sleep. And in all my waking hours my mind turns to the future and to where else we can go to find our kind. Louis' mind turns to the past only. […]
Rostov. February 21, 1942
I wish the humans we've found tasted better. Some are so malnourished that there's barely any flavor at all. […] The whole continent is one big open air graveypit. It's foul. It kills my appetite. I wish I could purify it all with fire. And even in this town of stakes through the heart, no vampires.
Gyor, May 7, 1942 - We're in Gyor. Torturous conditions in this city. We feed on the blood of humans; we are predators. What are the human's e'cuse? I dislike their claims of racial purity. The Germans have decided there are humans and there are vermin, and they, of course, are the humans. Occasionally I pick them off like an avenging angel.
Prague, September 12, 1942 - This is a place of death. No still-crawling corpses that I could find. The dead stay dead. heard a passing rumour that there are shadows lurking in the sewers of this city. We went down into them and found only rats. Louis ate a few. I found myself wondering if that was how Uncle Les might have survived in that box. If he hasn't feasted on the lifeblood of those creatures, biding his time to come after us. Why didn't we burn him? Because Louis was a coward. Because Louis was a failure. I had a plan.
Rzeszów, Sept 30, 1942.
[…] We can kill wildly, kill over and over, kill and leave our kills out in the open, and sometimes kill the wounded on battlefields as they call for loved ones. The final words are always about home, The Red Soldiers are malnourished, nothing but bone and sinew. Their blood is bitter, it almost makes you feel sick to drink it. But still, a feast compared to the poor S.O.B.s they trample on.](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:4wifmqrhxdtcx6wg2n4bpejf/bafkreicxljuc4vgpnoe4we4qysy25xgblmtrkgdsty6f26lvzcstci37hu)
somehow and too empty and the nights bring nothing but blackness. No images in my brain to disturb my days of sleep. And in all my waking hours my mind turns to the future and to where else we can go to find our kind. Louis' mind turns to the past only. […] Rostov. February 21, 1942 I wish the humans we've found tasted better. Some are so malnourished that there's barely any flavor at all. […] The whole continent is one big open air graveypit. It's foul. It kills my appetite. I wish I could purify it all with fire. And even in this town of stakes through the heart, no vampires. Gyor, May 7, 1942 - We're in Gyor. Torturous conditions in this city. We feed on the blood of humans; we are predators. What are the human's e'cuse? I dislike their claims of racial purity. The Germans have decided there are humans and there are vermin, and they, of course, are the humans. Occasionally I pick them off like an avenging angel. Prague, September 12, 1942 - This is a place of death. No still-crawling corpses that I could find. The dead stay dead. heard a passing rumour that there are shadows lurking in the sewers of this city. We went down into them and found only rats. Louis ate a few. I found myself wondering if that was how Uncle Les might have survived in that box. If he hasn't feasted on the lifeblood of those creatures, biding his time to come after us. Why didn't we burn him? Because Louis was a coward. Because Louis was a failure. I had a plan. Rzeszów, Sept 30, 1942. […] We can kill wildly, kill over and over, kill and leave our kills out in the open, and sometimes kill the wounded on battlefields as they call for loved ones. The final words are always about home, The Red Soldiers are malnourished, nothing but bone and sinew. Their blood is bitter, it almost makes you feel sick to drink it. But still, a feast compared to the poor S.O.B.s they trample on.
![Hievakha, December 17. 1943
A wooden stake through the head. I have seen the skull. The people killed a vampire here.. or at least thought they had killed a vampire. That the word exists in their lexicon […] They have meaning because they are real. We carry on. Louis falters and I carry on. It is the same as it always has been with us. He thinks he's a father to me, protecting me. I am the one who is protecting him. I am the one he is leaning on. It is as it was. It is as it will ever be.
Tirasopol, January 17, 1944
Louis is no help at all. I've grown so desperate in plotting a course of discovery, i've taken to using Bram Stoker as a map. Folklore is always subject to fictionalized claims; […] And Stoker was obviously wrong about so many vampiric rules garlic for one, holy ground for another. But he had so many things right that he must have encountered someone like us like me in his lifetime. He must have done research, as I have done, and used that as a roadmap for his Dracul tale. So it is that we find ourselves at yet another castle, yet another place the locals in hushed whispers say houses a vampire. And I did find a smallish item in the subterranean rooms and pocketed. A face with fangs. A face like mine.
Botosani, April 1944
He asks me if we can go home. Home? Can there be a more offensive question. Run weight. He cannot even say his name. Well, I can. Lestat de Lioncourt. I killed you, Lestat du Lioncourt. I outwitted you. I outmaneuvered you. I outlived you. You lied to us time and time again. And you lied to us about the vampires of the world. I refuse to believe you were the last and only vampire in this world. It's not possible. There must be more of us. Who made the vampire who made Lestat? Who made that vampire?
We're a lost tribe, maybe, but even though today we hit another dead end, I found evidence that vampires did thrive here once. But for Louis, who is still in love with](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:4wifmqrhxdtcx6wg2n4bpejf/bafkreiezbyv634zj5vkjjsc54o2gqjefpjx4ycfqfvsk4piviht73vxgtq)
Hievakha, December 17. 1943 A wooden stake through the head. I have seen the skull. The people killed a vampire here.. or at least thought they had killed a vampire. That the word exists in their lexicon […] They have meaning because they are real. We carry on. Louis falters and I carry on. It is the same as it always has been with us. He thinks he's a father to me, protecting me. I am the one who is protecting him. I am the one he is leaning on. It is as it was. It is as it will ever be. Tirasopol, January 17, 1944 Louis is no help at all. I've grown so desperate in plotting a course of discovery, i've taken to using Bram Stoker as a map. Folklore is always subject to fictionalized claims; […] And Stoker was obviously wrong about so many vampiric rules garlic for one, holy ground for another. But he had so many things right that he must have encountered someone like us like me in his lifetime. He must have done research, as I have done, and used that as a roadmap for his Dracul tale. So it is that we find ourselves at yet another castle, yet another place the locals in hushed whispers say houses a vampire. And I did find a smallish item in the subterranean rooms and pocketed. A face with fangs. A face like mine. Botosani, April 1944 He asks me if we can go home. Home? Can there be a more offensive question. Run weight. He cannot even say his name. Well, I can. Lestat de Lioncourt. I killed you, Lestat du Lioncourt. I outwitted you. I outmaneuvered you. I outlived you. You lied to us time and time again. And you lied to us about the vampires of the world. I refuse to believe you were the last and only vampire in this world. It's not possible. There must be more of us. Who made the vampire who made Lestat? Who made that vampire? We're a lost tribe, maybe, but even though today we hit another dead end, I found evidence that vampires did thrive here once. But for Louis, who is still in love with
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After a recent auction, a lucky buyer shared the production notes for Claudia’s diary entries from Seasons 1 and 2 of Interview With The Vampire, offering new insight into her inner world.
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pencil drawing of Sam Reid as Lestat beckoning you closer
finished the sexiest thing I've ever drawn
Profession reporter : la série australienne au score parfait débarque enfin sur Netflix
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Eric Bogosian left a cryptic message on Instagram:
“1983. My first movie: Larry Cohen's "Special Effects" - no "intimacy coordinator" needed back in the 1900s! So long ago! I did need one for this upcoming season of "the Vampire Lestat" - but you'll never guess why.”
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Throwback to the interview with Jacob Anderson recorded for Variety’s Little Gold Men podcast, where he talks about the S2 finale, his experience working with Sam Reid, the most insane things the show has asked him to do, and more.
00.30 of March 1st and #TheNewsreader has officially started in Italy.
Run, Dale, run! 💕
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The facade of Lestat’s Montreal house featured in the laser clip has been recognized as a property located on Tranby Avenue in Toronto.
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Production designer Andres Cubillan shared what appears to be an in-universe promotional piece for Daniel’s documentary about Lestat.
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Screenshots from the newly released #TheVampireLestat clip, released by IGN, featuring Sam Reid as Lestat and Jacob Anderson as Louis.
Oh yeah, he's coming. #TheVampireLestat
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IGN has unveiled an exclusive clip from Season 3 of #TheVampireLestat!
AMC has also confirmed that the new season is set to premiere in June!
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You know what? It actually started 20 minutes ago. I knew what I saw (that it was supposed to begin in a little more than an hour) so it was weird when I checked again and the start time was two hours away instead of one. I guess it’s IGN playing games with us.
Um, yeah, you are right, it’s in two hours. Miscalculation from my part.
Well, it was 1 hour and 20 minutes when I posted it.
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The livestream for Day 1 of #IGNFanFest begins in an hour!
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He previously served as the music supervisor for the first two seasons of #InterviewWithTheVampire and co-wrote S3 E6 of the upcoming third season, #TheVampireLestat. This season, he also appears in the show as Lestat’s bandmate.
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In a new interview with Identified, Ryan Kattner discusses how his upbringing shaped his music.
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Jacob Anderson and Sam Reid in a never-seen-before photoshoot for Season 1 of ‘Interview with the Vampire’.
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Assad Zaman and Luke Brandon Field stun in a new picture shared by producer Keith Kjarval!
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Luke Brandon Field shared a photo of himself with Assad Zaman!
“Eric Bogosian didn’t make the trip.”
Assad Zaman reposted it on his IG story.
