interview with the vampire (2022): episode 5, a vile hunger for your hammering heart.
tw: murder, death, abuse, violence, blood, strong language, all vampire things.
* it’s a kill list in a teenager’s handwriting.
* i’m trying to think of something more fucked up than this.
* they’ll scale the sides of this building, force their way inside and paint the walls with his blood.
* don’t look down on them, look in the mirror.
* he’s an opinionated young man, he lives to share these opinions even when they are not solicited.
* what does he taste like?
* he tastes like honey and pineapple, he stuffs himself for days before he offers himself to me. would you like to sample?
* i care for him more than he cares for himself.
* you wouldn’t find the corroboration you’re seeking even if you could. we burned, we buried. and a convention city is not motivated to advertise grim statistics.
* i know what i’d do, but you’ve cut my hands off.
* don’t do that, it’s private.
* i couldn’t hear you over the tugboat.
* a whole lot of concern has been wasted on you these past months.
* did you read my other ones?
* well, you better hope and pray you taught me how to clean up good.
* you gonna let him do this to me?!
* i’ve read some passages out loud, i’m afraid. hurtful words for both of your guardians.
* i buried them, okay?! way out of town! nothing out there for miles, no one’s ever gonna find them except maybe criminals burying bodies of their own.
* i’m never gonna forget what happened here. i hate you.
* i mean, it’s always a straight line with you. yes, i am asking for your support in my campaign.
* sounds like there’s a maniac on the loose.
* don’t be too startled if the police come knocking on your door.
* i was in the middle of cleaning when they knocked.
* you often leave your daughter alone with access to illegal spirits?
* that’s my daughter’s room!
* oh, i’m getting ready for bed!
* have you lost your goddamn mind? overnight, in a jail cell, with no coffin. we all be dead by morning.
* we do not bring souvenirs into the house!
* so much wine in his blood… and beer, and whisky.
* you wanted her, you fix her!
* do you remember our life, how happy we were before her? an anvil tied around our ankles, pulling us towards the pitch-black ocean floor.
* who am i supposed to love?
* how are you gonna fix it, huh? which one of you is gonna fuck me?
* well, you’re not my type, i like a fuller figure.
* if you could find other vampires, which you won’t, they would shred you to strips because you are built like a bird, because you are a mistake.
* how about you shut the fuck up?
* he treats us like shit and you take it! why is that?
* you, as cruel as the devil ever made, to refuse me one love when you got two!
* i’ve been entertaining myself.
* why did you take me home? why not a hospital? maybe i’d have a handsome husband by now, or he’d be plain with a good disposition. that’d be fine too. i’d be sweeping floors, making dinners, nursing babies. maybe i’d go to church… you think on that some.
* i had no words for her, what words were there? “it all happened so fast”, “i was trying to save you”… “all vampires are born out of trauma.”
* poor dear. she wasn’t held enough in between ritualistic murders.
* look, charlie manson wrote a couple of beautiful songs. still, he was charlie manson.
* is that all you think of her?
* it won’t matter what your intentions are… it’s the world out there right now.
* once you put it out there, they decide what it is. it can get away from you.
* i won’t have her exploited.
* assume we are under suspicion. assume our finances no longer provide us protection.
* make your kills outside of the city, one a night. no persons of note… unfortunates, undesirables.
* we should leave the city, start anew, turn a betrayal into an opportunity. new york, chicago, los angeles…
* we should dismantle her room.
* there would be no roaring twenties for us.
* we were underground for seven years.
* (name), come home. i know i hurt you. i know i can make it right again.
* little girl… i’m talking to you. now what were you doing in the library? you’re not allowed in there.
* i don’t talk to strangers.
* just as i thought, a little thief. you’re coming with me.
* what are you gonna do after that? after you turn her in, after it makes you feel like a big man, what’s your next move, you think?
* you’re not allowed to ride one of those on campus.
* this is our school, where is your fighting pride?
* flaubert’s style is so dense. the absence of metaphor is so striking…
* should we make it a night of the two?
* you sound like every pompous sorbonne student i’ve ever eaten.
* should i do it like you instead? read the first ten pages of every book and pass myself off as cultured?
* well, at least you’re listening. i sit there thinking “light yourself on fire, see if he’ll notice.”
* you draw me into your gloom.
* it’s your fault she’s gone. if you hadn’t pushed her…
* i cannot listen to this insanity about (name) one more time.
* i got to hear my own funeral. only couple dozen people showed up, most didn’t have much to say. started talking about the weather a few minutes in.
* poor fella digging my grave lies resting on the family plot.
* what was he like, your maker?
* it ain’t like that, he’s more like a dad.
* oh, now there’s three of us.
* got me wondering what it’d be like, ride with others, hunt in a pack. a little fang gang.
* you don’t kill like a (name), you kill like a killer.
* there are four pages torn out… did she tear them out? didn’t seem like something she would do…
* when you do that, when you editorialize, however noble the reasoning, it calls into question all of the other shit you’re shovelling my way.
* it could be her, but i’m the one who is presently standing in front of you.
* so, if my considerable considerables continue to be squandered…
* hello? oh, sorry… no, it’s good to hear your voice.
* we’re headed north… crash cleaned us out. and don’t offer, ‘cause i’m not asking.
* don’t need that either, (name). or… whatever you are that took my (name).
* i prayed myself old, begging what to do about you. god never talked back, so… this is how it has to be, for me, for my family. you understand?
* i’ve come to apologize, i put you both in a bad spot. i wasn’t right in my head… i am now.
* so, quick stop home to do laundry before you fuck off for good?
* perused a few folklore anthologies and now you’re going to cross the ocean to take on a society of monsters?
* if what i’ve read is lies, then tell me what’s true.
* seven years and what’s changed other than you need a housekeeper?
* the vampires out there are vicious… oh, but you know that already. who did you meet out there?
* that’s it, keep ‘em scared. that’s his way.
* we took her life from her. we cursed her.
* come with me! come with me, (name)!
* i thought i could live without you but i was wrong.
* his love is a small box he keeps you in. don’t stay in it!
* a thousand nights of sulking, and the first sight of her you’re just gonna up and leave me?!
* please, come with me! let’s be vampires worthy of your love!
* i fought myself a million times, fought my nature, controlled my temper… i never once harmed you.
* let him go… he didn’t do nothing. it’s me you want.
* i have patiently waited in vain for you to love me as i love you. just say it… i’m never going to love you. it would help me a great deal to hear that from your lips… your quivering, hateful lips.
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