‘Course I can drive a truck. Sure, you got your steering and your gas and your brake and, of course, this metal, uh, looking… thing. Okay, so it was a bumper car at Coney Island, but it’s the same basic principle.
I was the vampire Lestat again. I was back in action. New Orleans was once again my hunting ground. And I was asking myself, Lestat, what do you want to do now? Old rules didn’t matter to me now. I wanted to break every one of them.
“I fell fatally in love with Louis, a young dark-haired bourgeois planter, graceful of speech and fastidious of manner..Even in his cruelest moments, Louis touched the tenderness in me, seducing me with his staggering dependence, his infatuation with my every gesture and every spoken word..I touched his face again, the cheekbones, the arch beneath the black eyebrow. What a finely made thing he was.” ~Lestat de Lioncourt (The Vampire Lestat/Queen of the Damned by Anne Rice)