[ Don't look at him like that, Dorian, you have no idea what you're doing to him. Or maybe you do. Yeah, you probably do. ]
I have been alive since the 1760, and in that time I've been ravenous for the arts, even before becoming what I am and being able to truly appreciate it. You see, vampiric senses are so better attuned than a humans are; and this includes our hearing. I can hear every tensing of the strings on the keys of a Grand Piano, every shift of the wooden bridges connected to the soundboard. It becomes part of the song, part of the experience. I can feel intention and emotion in recorded music, too..
[ Lestat runs his tongue over his teeth as if he's self soothing, drawing himself back in. This isn't a vampirisim ad, after all, this is more.. a lesson? Not even that, but he feels Dorian might be able to parse something from this story more meaningful than any other human might. ]
But, the creative world dwindled with the approach of the Industrial Revolution, and the Great Depression to follow, all that war... Everything lost its spark, it's meaning. I fell into a darkness I could see no way out of, I'd lost everyone and everything I'd ever found solace in, and not even music or books could give me the escape I so desperately desired. The thrill of feeling alive was lost to me. I was walking around, but I was somewhere else inside. Numb.
... So I went to the ground. That is what we vampires do when we cannot bear to see another night, but the idea of death is still unbearable. I drove myself into the basement of my old house where once I had been so happy, and I slept for decades. Even I can't be certain how long. Fifty years, perhaps, at least?
The thing that woke me was rock music. I heard it as though in a dream, and it gave me the inspiration - no - the strength, to leave my grave and become the great vampire I once was.
[ He gives Dorian a long look. Oh yes, he thinks, it's easy to see that numbness in him so plainly in this light. ]
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I have been alive since the 1760, and in that time I've been ravenous for the arts, even before becoming what I am and being able to truly appreciate it. You see, vampiric senses are so better attuned than a humans are; and this includes our hearing. I can hear every tensing of the strings on the keys of a Grand Piano, every shift of the wooden bridges connected to the soundboard. It becomes part of the song, part of the experience. I can feel intention and emotion in recorded music, too..
[ Lestat runs his tongue over his teeth as if he's self soothing, drawing himself back in. This isn't a vampirisim ad, after all, this is more.. a lesson? Not even that, but he feels Dorian might be able to parse something from this story more meaningful than any other human might. ]
But, the creative world dwindled with the approach of the Industrial Revolution, and the Great Depression to follow, all that war... Everything lost its spark, it's meaning. I fell into a darkness I could see no way out of, I'd lost everyone and everything I'd ever found solace in, and not even music or books could give me the escape I so desperately desired. The thrill of feeling alive was lost to me. I was walking around, but I was somewhere else inside. Numb.
... So I went to the ground. That is what we vampires do when we cannot bear to see another night, but the idea of death is still unbearable. I drove myself into the basement of my old house where once I had been so happy, and I slept for decades. Even I can't be certain how long. Fifty years, perhaps, at least?
The thing that woke me was rock music. I heard it as though in a dream, and it gave me the inspiration - no - the strength, to leave my grave and become the great vampire I once was.
[ He gives Dorian a long look. Oh yes, he thinks, it's easy to see that numbness in him so plainly in this light. ]