Many years have passed since I shared my thoughts with someone else. Since the Théâtre des Vampires was burnt down to pieces a couple of centuries ago and I managed to escape from among the flames, wondering if anyone else had survived, I have been traveling all around the World, alone. I knew Armand was alive and well, but I wondered if Santiago, Laurent, Celeste and Nicolas - my beloved, confused, hurt Nicolas - were alive. Each place offered to me its beauty and charm, and its mortals offered to me their warm, sweet blood. A Tragédienne Immortelle once, now I was merely a shadow walking among mortals, a lonely predator killing to survive. My mind was filled with thoughts of how hard to believe was the fact to have everything a night, and then lose everything the next one. It took me a lot of years to disregard the heat of the flames surrounding me and the screams of the ones that succumbed to them as I ran through the hell that had became the Théâtre, looking for an exit to save my life. Though I did not know if that had any sense...

That dawn, I found myself sitting on the floor of a dark, cold alley, crying blood tears for the little piece of home I had gotten thanks to Lestat, my beloved Lestat de Lioncourt. The one that taught us how to live better, and to be able to do something with the fact of being what we are. But everything was lost now, consumed by the flames. What did I have? Nothing. But I was not going to give up. That was not what Lestat would have wanted me to do. So I stood up, still knocked down by the fact of being completely alone, and started my journey.

Making use of my vampiric abilities I managed to get everything I needed, and in no time I was already visiting different countries. A night, I received a letter from Lestat, inviting me to go to New Orléans to visit him and meet Louis de Pointe du Lac. Yes, the same Louis that destroyed the Théâtre des Vampires in Paris, desperated by the pain he was feeling due to the execution of Claudia by orders of Armand. But it is no time to hold grudges, and I accepted his invitation. Now here I am, I am back. And I have met Armand, Santiago, Laurent, and my beloved Nicolas again. They are alive and well... I have been told that Celeste is traveling just as I did, but at least I know she is alive too. Now, I am with the ones I love again, and I hope with all my heart that we can remain this way for a long, long time...