You might remember me as the young journalist from Interview With the Vampire...and as Armand's mortal paramour-turned-immortal in Queen of the Damned. At least, I hope you remember me. When you're lost in the crush of the sea of mortals, it's easy to forget yourself, to forget anything but that hard red stolen gush that drains from their body and into mine. It's the ultimate high, better than alcohol, better than cigarettes, better than cocaine. None of those compare to what it feels like to use my fangs to pierce into tender flesh and draw out that liquid crimson blood. I won't deny that I was completely strung out as a mortal, but this is so much better. So much more...fitting.