where to begin...

                                    

                                          
Louis' pov
I sat alone at the dining table. Daniel had gone to bed and Armand was dealing with some business in the living room. Playing with the glass in my hand, my mind wondered to the past few days of unearthing memories and rediscovering truths; decades of serenity, centuries of regret and an eternity of longing and dissatisfaction
Insatiability has always ruled me long before I became a vampire but it was never this aggravating; for years now I've been unable to figure out the reason for it. I think back to a time when I'd nearly grasped the answer to my query, the rich-copper tasting liquid flowing smoothly down my throat and with it, a euphoric and nostalgic wave washing over me.

Claudia and I wondered the streets of Paris. Our discovery of a theatre house had blessed as with many opportunities. But none of that mattered anymore after Lestat had graced us with his presence. The walk was silent with neither of us saying a word or even daring to invade the other's heads pace. We both knew what was occupying whose mind; anger, fear and calculative measures for momentary peace for Claudia ; a maelstrom of emotions shaking me to my core, at its epicentre, longing.
At some point Claudia and I went our separate ways. Later on Claudia would voice out her regret and the fatherly part of me would ache at her disapproval but a greater part of me would be oblivious to that feeling. And would, for centuries to come, picture all sorts of circumstances that would lead me back to that moment. Back to that nearly attained discovery.