He drained me to the very threshold of death... The blood, it came as a dull roar at first. And then a pounding, like the pounding of a drum, growing louder and louder as if some enormous creature were coming through a dark and alien forest. A huge drum. And then, there came a pounding of another drum, as if another giant were coming behind him, each giant intent on his own drum, giving no notice to the rhythm of the other. Throbbing in my lips, fingers and flesh of my temple. Above all, in my veins. Drum and then the other drum. I opened my eyes, and it was then that I realized the drum was my heart and the other drum had been his. I saw him sitting a length away from me, radiant. And we sat there for some time... in throes of increasing wonder... The end. The beginning.
S1 E15Unfinished Business
I've been fired from three papers, hired back at two of them, third got gobbled up by Knight Ridder. So to be clear here, I'm a goddamn reservoir of dos and don'ts.
Seul l'impossible peut faire l'impossible.
I don't know much what you're saying, but it sure sounds nice.
'Only the impossible can do the impossible.'
Bonsoir, monsieur. You speak French?
We speak all sorts of tongues in New Orleans.
It's a hard table to get. How'd you manage it?
How'd you manage to get yourself through the front door?
Excuse me?
I mean that as a compliment, a man of your race to have privileges here.
Louis has a small empire of his own down the street. It gives him privileges. [Lestat laughs]
Somethin' funny about that?
Your name is Louis. Of course it's Louis.
I didn't get your name, fella.
Je suis désolé. Je m'amuse trop en privé. I know who you are, sir. You're the man who made me buy a townhouse in the Quarter. I owe you everything. Please join us.
You hit an alderman? Goddamnit, Bricks.
He stuck it in my shitbox!
I did no such thing!
Gave him a chance to pull out and he kept on fuckin', so I gave him a little squirt of my catfish dinner for goin' there. Don't believe me? Check his dick.
Who the fuck you talkin' to? I ain't checkin' no man's dick. [Bricks raises Fenwick's shirt] Oh, goddamn.
[To Fenwick] Hell, I mighta even said yes if you would just ask. But I don't care who you is, you put a dick in an asshole without askin', that's against Jesus! Fuck you!
You've had some health concerns of late.
Whole planet's having a moment, I'd say.
Here's another question: That's the sun out there; where's your coffin?
You're standing in it.
I couldn't believe it. Staring me down as his hands went wandering the seams of Miss Lily's dress. I wanted to take the end of my cane and slit his throat with it.
Why didn't you?
I couldn't move. My body was seized with weakness. His gaze tied a string around my lungs, and I found myself immobilized.
[Pulls a knife on Paul] Get on home, else I'll bleed you like a cochon, bruh!
You started hanging out.
He was in love with my city and wanted to know everything he could about it.
So you played docent to the gentleman vampire?
He had not revealed his vampire nature yet.
I'm assuming you only met at night.
It's New Orleans. Days are for sleeping off the previous evening's damage.
Perfect cover for a vampire.
Racing ahead again, Mr. Molloy. Let the tale seduce you. Just as I was seduced.
My business and my raised religion were at odds. And the, uh, latencies within me, well, I beat those back with a lie I told myself about myself. That I was a red-blooded son of the South, seeking ass before absolution.
[To Louis, telepathically, during a card came] These men look down on you. I have to say, I find it appalling how men like yourself are treated in this country of yours... Ten percent. Fifteen percent. Do you not know your value? Do you suffer these indignities for some larger purpose? And do you think two pair will win the hour?
And the women... All shades of skin-white, black, cinnamon. I've emptied a bank vault sampling, I must say.
New to the... the New World, I am.
That explains the clothes.
I'm switching rooms. I don't need to hear you and your good man making noise.
You'd have to be home to hear that.
I come home nights.
You come home some nights. Out cattin' with some white man, I hear.
He ain't white. He French.
Oh, that's a new kind of white, is it? French white?
He different.
Invite him over for dinner. Mother loves European.
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