She was. Perhaps one of the strongest vampires I've ever seen.
[He could picture her roaming the ages with that ferocity in her spirit, living out the centuries without hesitation, perhaps with her French compagne. Lestat thinks of Gabriella, striding through mountains and deserts in gleeful undeath and wonders if Claudia might well have been similar. Perhaps she might have met her own grandmother in the wilds and caught on like a house on fire. Perhaps many things could have happened.
And instead she had been put through a trial and put on stage and put to task for a murder that had not ended in death. And perhaps Lestat could have saved her, but he had saved Louis and had been frozen in place as he watched her crumble to dust with her fledgling at her feet.
At Louis' command, he nods numbly against his shoulder. His thoughts are in disarray and he does not wish to be alone. He can only imagine Louis is much the same.]
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[He could picture her roaming the ages with that ferocity in her spirit, living out the centuries without hesitation, perhaps with her French
compagne. Lestat thinks of Gabriella, striding through mountains and deserts in gleeful undeath and wonders if Claudia might well have been similar. Perhaps she might have met her own grandmother in the wilds and caught on like a house on fire. Perhaps many things could have happened.
And instead she had been put through a trial and put on stage and put to task for a murder that had not ended in death. And perhaps Lestat could have saved her, but he had saved Louis and had been frozen in place as he watched her crumble to dust with her fledgling at her feet.
At Louis' command, he nods numbly against his shoulder. His thoughts are in disarray and he does not wish to be alone. He can only imagine Louis is much the same.]
All right. I will, cher.