Memnoch the Devil [antikvár]

Lestat here. you know who I am? Then skip the next few paragraphs. For those whom I have not met before, I want this to be love at first sight. Behold: your hero for the duration, a perfect imitation of a blond, blue-eyed, six-foot Anglo-Saxon male. A vampire, and one of the strongest you'11 ever encounter. My fangs are too small to be noticed unless I want them to be; but they're very sharp, and I cannot go for more than a few hours without wanting humán blood. Of course, I don't need it that often. And just how often I do need it, I don't know, because I've never put it to the test. I'm monstrously strong. I can take to the air. I can hear people talking on the other side of the city or even the globe. I can read minds; I can bind with spells. I'm immortal. I've been virtually ageless since 1789. Am I unique? By no means. There are somé twenty other vampires in the world of whom I know. Half of these I know intimately; one half of those I love. Add to this twenty a good two hundred vagabonds and strangers of whom I know nothing but now and then hear something; and for good measure another thousand secretive immortals, roaming about in humán guise. Men, women, children-any humán being can become a vampire. All it takes is a vampire willing to bring you into it, to suck out most of your blood, and then let you take it back, mixed with his or her own. It's not all that simple; but if you survive, you'll live forever. While you're young, you'U thirst