Pain is terrible for you.
You feel it like no other creature, because you're a vampire.
You don't want it to go on.
No.
Then do what it is in your nature to do...
...and you will feel as you felt with that child in your arms.
Evil is a point of view.
God kills indiscriminately...
...and so shall we.
For no creatures under God are as we are. None so like Him...
...as ourselves.
I have a gift for you.
Come.
Please.
She's here. - What are you saying?
You need...
...company...
...more congenial than mine.
Remember how you wanted her?
The taste of her?
I thought I'd killed her.
Don't worry.
Your conscience is clear.
Claudia.
Listen to me.
You're ill, my precious.
And I'm going to give you what you need to get well.
No.
You want her to die then?
That's it. Yes.
Stop.
Enough.
I want some more.
Of course you want more.
Gently, chérie.
They're so innocent.
They must not be made to suffer.
Good.
Yes.
All right, now.
Stop.
That's enough, chérie.
You must stop before the heart stops.
I want more.
I know.
But it's best in the beginning...
...lest the Death takes you down with it.
You've done very well. Look at you.
Not a drop spilt. Very good.
Where is Mama?
Mama's gone...
...to Heaven, chérie, like that sweet lady... right there.
They all go to Heaven.
All but us.
Do you want to frighten our daughter?
I'm not your daughter.
Oh, yes, you are.
You're my and Louis' daughter now.
You see, Louis was going to leave us.
He was going to go away.
But now he's not.
Now he's going to stay...
...and make you happy.
Louis.
You fiend.
One happy family.
He did it to make you stay with him?
Perhaps.
He knew me. He knew I would love her more than the waking world.
But there was more to it.
He lavished affection on her, there is no doubt about that.
Perhaps, in the end, he did it because he was lonely too.
I need more light. - She needs more light.
I'll go blind without another lamp. - She'll go blind.
Or let me fit this child during the day.
Well, I am afraid, madame, that my days are sacrosanct.
A little child, she was.
But also a fierce killer...
...now capable of the ruthless pursuit of blood with all a child's demanding.
Let me kiss it better.
Now...
...who will we get to finish your dress? Be practical.
Remember, never in our home.
She slept in my coffin at first...
...curling her little fingers around my hair...
...till the day when she wanted her own coffin.
But still, whenever she awoke...
...she would crawl into mine.
They died fast in those days, before, she learned to play with them...
...to delay the moment till she had taken what she wanted.
Why are you crying, child?
Are you lost, my love?
Mama.
Hush, now, don't cry.
We'll find her.
Mind the thumb, girl. Mind the thumb. That little digit.
They're expensive, my dear.
Maybe too expensive for a young girl like you.
Claudia. What have we told you.
Never in the house.
Give me some room.
To me, she was a child.
But to Lestat, a pupil...
...an infant prodigy with a lust for killing like his own.
Together, they finished off whole families.
Wonderful, wonderful.
Now try something on a more somber note.
Time can pass quickly for mortals when they're happy.
With us, it was the same.
The years flew by like minutes. The city grew.
Sailboats gave way to steamships...
...disgorging an endless menu of magnificent strangers.
A new world had sprung up around us.
And we were all Americans now.
This filthy modern tide.
What I wouldn't give for a drop of old-fashioned Creole blood.
Yankees are not to your taste?
Their Democratic flavor doesn't suit my palate, Louis.
Now that is pure Creole.
Trust Claudia to have found her.
What?
Don't you want her?
I want to be her.
Can I?
Be like her one day?
More melancholy nonsense. You grow more like Louis daily.
Soon you'll be eating rats.
Rats? When did you eat rats, Louis?
It was a long, long time ago.
Before you were born.
And I don't recommend them.
Thirty years had passed,
yet her body remained that of an eternal child.
Her eyes alone told the story of her age, staring from under her curls...
...with a questioning...
...that would one day need an answer.
Another doll.
I have dozens, you realize.
I thought you could use one more.
Why always on this night?
What do you mean?
You always give me a doll on the same night of the year.
I didn't realize.
Is this my birthday?
You dress me like a doll.
You make my hair like a doll.
Why?
Some of these, Claudia, are so old...
...tattered.
You should throw them away. - I will, then.
What have you done?
What you told me to do.
You leave a corpse here to rot? - I wanted her.
I wanted to be her. - She's mad.
She pollutes the very house we live in.
Do you want me to be a doll forever?
Don't.
Why not? Can't I change...
...like everyone else?
Which one of you did it?
Which one of you made me the way I am?
What you are?
A vampire gone insane, that pollutes its own bed.
And if I cut my hair again?
It will grow back again.
But it wasn't always so.
I had a mother once. And Louis, he had a wife.
He was mortal, same as she.
And so was I.
You made us what we are.
Stop her.
Did you do it to me?
How did you do it?
And why should I tell you?
It's in my power.
Why yours alone?
Tell me how it was done.
Be glad...
...I made you what you are.
You'd be dead now if I hadn't.
Like that damned corpse. Now get rid of it.
You get rid of it.
Louis, why?
You've got to tell me.
You see the old woman?
That will never happen to you.
You will never grow old.
And you will never die.
And it means something else too, doesn't it?
I shall never, ever grow up.
I hate him.
Tell me how it came to be that I am this...
...thing.
For thirty years I'd avoided that place.
Yet I found my way back there...
...with hardly an upward glance.
You...
...fed on me?
Yes.
And he found me with you.
Then he cut his wrist and fed you from him...
...and you were a vampire then...
...and have been every night thereafter.
You both did it.
I took your life.
He gave you another one.
And here it is.
I hate you both.
I walked all night.
I walked as I walked years before...
...when my mind swam with guilt at the thought of killing.
I thought of all the things I'd done and couldn't undo.
And I longed for one second's peace.
Locked together in hatred.
But I can't hate you, Louis.
Louis, my love.
I was mortal till you...
...gave me your immortal kiss.
You became my mother and my father.
And so I'm yours forever.
But now it's time to end it, Louis.
Now it's time to leave him.
He will never let us go.
Really?
What is it now? You irritate me. Your very presence...
...irritates me.
Does it?
I found someone who'll be a vampire better than you both.
Is that supposed to frighten me?
You're spoiled, because you're an only child.
You need a brother.
Or I do.
I'm weary of you both.
I suppose we could people the world with vampires...
...the three of us.
Oh, not you...
...my little Claudia.
You're a liar.
But you upset my plans.
What plans?
I came to make peace with you.
Even though you're the father of lies...
...I want things to be as they were.
Stop pestering me then.
I must do more than that.
I've brought a present for you.
Then I hope it's...
...a beautiful woman...
...with endowments you'll never possess.
Why do you say such things?
You haven't fed enough.
I can tell by your color.
Come and see.
Don't be angry with me.
When I saw them, I knew they were for you.
Drunk...
...on brandywine. A thimbleful.
You certainly have...
...outdone yourself.
I promise I'll get rid of the bodies.
We forgive each other then?
Yes.
Absinthe?
You've given them absinthe?
No.
Laudanum.
Yes.
It killed them, unfortunately.
But it keeps the blood warm.
You let me drink...
...dead blood?
You let me...
...drink...
One lesson you taught me...
...never drink from the dead.
Put me in my coffin.
I'll put you in your coffin.
My God.
Lift me up.
Good night, sweet prince.
May flights of devils wing you to your rest.
Should we burn him?
Bury him?
What would he have liked?
The swamp?
He belongs with those reptiles.
He deserved to die.
Then perhaps so do we, every night of our lives.
He was my maker.
He gave me this life...
...whatever it is.
It shouldn't have been this way.
I did it for us.
So we could be free.
You missed him?
He was all I knew.
It's as simple as that.
We were like two orphans learning to live again.
We booked a passage to Europe.
Over the weeks, while waiting for the boat...
...she studied the myths and legends of the Old World...
...obsessed with the search of what she called 'our kind.'
Look who we forgot.
Let's set them free.
Yes. - Yes.
It's the carriage.
Listen, Louis...
...there's life...
...in these old hands still.
Not quite furioso.
Moderato...
...cantabile, perhaps.
How could it be?
Ask the alligator.
His blood helped.
Then, on a diet of the blood of snakes...
...toads...
...and all the putrid life...
...of the Mississippi...
...slowly...
...Lestat became something...
...like himself again.
You've been...
...a very...
...very...
...naughty little girl.
The ship is sailing without us.
Though the fire seemed to spread...
...I stood on that deck, fearful, he would come out again...
...from the river like some monster, to destroy us.
And all the while I thought...
'Lestat...
'...we deserve your vengeance.
'You gave me the 'dark gift'...
'...and I delivered you into the hands of Death for the second time.'
Though the ship was blessedly free of rats...
...a strange plague nonetheless struck its passengers.
Claudia and I alone seemed immune.
We kept to ourselves...
...pondering the mystery of each other.
We reached the Mediterranean.
I wanted those waters to be blue... but they were black...
...night-time waters.
And how I suffered then...
...straining to recall the color that in my youth I took for granted.
We searched village after village...
...ruin after ruin...
...country after country.
And always we found nothing.
I began to believe we were the only ones.
There was a strange comfort in that thought.
For what could the damned really have to say to the damned?
You found nothing?
Peasant rumors...
...superstitions about garlic...
...crosses...
...the old stake in the heart.
But one of our kind?
Not a whisper.
There are no vampires in Transylvania? No Count Dracula?
Fictions, my friend.
The vulgar fictions of a demented Irishman.
Paris...
...September, 1870.
The city I'd always dreamed of.
I was Creole, after all, and Paris was the mother of New Orleans.
A universe whole and entire unto herself.
We were alive again.
Just the two of us.
And so euphoric was I that I yielded to her every desire.
So it was...
...when I'd given up the search for vampires...
...that a vampire found me.
Buffoon.
Santiago.
I've searched the world for an immortal and this is what I find.
Bring the petite beauty with you.
No one will harm you.
I won't allow it.
And...
...remember my name:
Armand.
Remember what I told you.
They have different powers. They'll read your thoughts.
He's the one, that's the vampire.
Two lovers...
...wandering down their violet way...
...whose passionate embraces, each to each...
...permit no meditations on decay...
...until they find themselves...
...within my reach.
Vampires who pretend to be humans pretending to be vampires.
How avant-garde.
The monk whose soul with Heaven doth commune...
...and spends his days...
...in pious contemplation...
...finds he will meet his Maker all too soon.
For all his prayers gets no remuneration.
The lesson endeth here...
...and it is this:
Each one of you, my clammy hands must touch.
Each one must bend his forehead to my kiss.
But, hark.
Methinks a mortal doth approach.
What have we here?
What beauty by my side?
A rose in bloom, a shrinking violet?
Perhaps she has a mind to be my bride.
Perhaps my lesson has not ended yet.
I don't want to die.
But Death we are and have always been.
Someone help me.
Please.
What have I done? - We all die.
But I'm young.
Death is no respecter of age. It can come any time, any place.
Just as this flesh is pink now...
...so it will turn gray and wrinkle with age.
Let me live. I don't care.
Then why should you care if you die now?
And suppose Death had a heart to love and to release you?
To whom would he turn his passion?
Would you choose a person from the crowd there?
A person to suffer as you do?
Monsieur Vampire, take me.
I adore you.
You wait your turn.
Well...
Do you know what it means to be loved by Death?
To become our bride?
No pain.
Monstrous.
We live beneath.
Let me show you.
Monstrous.
Yes.
But very beautiful.