![]() Hours, or watch the gleam of the lamplight change the somber colors of a Dutch painting.Īn endless train of dressmakers and shoemakers and tailors came to our flat to outfit Claudia in the best of children's fashions, so that she was always a vision, not just of child beauty, with her curling lashes and her glorious yellow hair, but of the taste of finely trimmed bonnets and tiny lace gloves, flaring velvet coats and capes, and sheer white puffed-sleeve gowns with gleaming blue sashes. ![]() She asked if I might get her into the woman's bedroom. There was something dreadfully sensual about her lounging on the settee in a tiny nightgown of lace and stitched pearls she became an eerie and powerful seductress, her voice as clear and sweet as ever, though it had a resonance which was womanish, a sharpness sometimes that proved shocking After days of her usual quiet, she would scoff suddenly at Lestat's predictions about the war or drinking blood from a crystal glass say that there were no books in the house, we must get more even if we had to steal them, and then coldly tell me of a library she'd heard of, in a palatial mansion in the Faubourg St.-Marie, a woman who collected books as if they were rocks or pressed butterflies. Yet more and more her doll-like face seemed to possess two totally aware adult eyes, and innocence seemed lost somewhere with neglected-toys and the loss of a certain patience. She came to talk more, though she was never other than a reflective person and could listen to me patiently by the hour without interruption. And I strained to know how she moved towards womanhood. The vampire nodded.She was to be the demon child forever, he said, his voice soft as if he wondered at it.Just as I am the young man I was when I died. ![]() Her body the boy said.She was never to grow up. Day did not link to day making a taut and jerking chain rather, the moon rose over lapping waves. I can only tell you, time is not the same for me, nor was it for us then. I suppose from the expression on your face you've already guessed, and you wonder why I didn't guess. Yet it wasn't until some time had passed that an obvious fact occurred to me about Claudia. It was not possible to know what she knew or did not TheyĬafe where they gave her steaming cups of chocolate or tea to ruddy her pale cheeks, cups she pushed away,Įnthralled with the new flood of art and craft and design, could stare at the intricate pattern of the carpets forīass, and finally bringing it together. I did not need the luxury anymore than I had needed it before, but I found myselfĪrms would fix about their necks, her tongue between her teeth, her vision glazed with consuming hunger. ![]()
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