Meredith is a hot mess’s Reviews > Pandora / Vittorio the Vampire > Status Update

I don’t hold anything against either of them, Marius or Lestat. I don’t know who got what wrong.

She's totally holding it against them 😂

Let me say here quickly - while the action is at a halt - that I was never, as Marius said, a Greek Courtesan. I was living with such a pretense when Marius gave me the Dark Gift, and perhaps out of consideration for old mortal secrets he so described me. Or maybe it was contemptuous of him to style me this way. I don’t know.

lol. Marius.

“I left Lestat because he was beyond my help and my reach,” you said. “And I must know if there are old ones who want to put an end to me; I must make my pilgrimages and my progresses to know the dangers of this world to which I’ve been admitted.”

“You’re so forthright. You have no cunning.”

“On the contrary, I conceal my keenest assets from you.”

I would pay money to have Pandora whisper to me, "Welcome to the darkness, Welcome to the domain of Shakespeare's 'inconstant moon'"

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Welcome to the darkness, David. Welcome to the domain of Shakespeare’s “inconstant moon.”

Actually I have never done such a thing to a younger one. I feel sorry for them when they see us, the ancient ones, and quake in terror.

💀 What a burn. I could kill you, but I wouldn't bother. I feel sorry for you.

love it

omg Pandora is so much more badass than Marius! I have a major crush right now. I really hope this keeps up and Anne doesn't ruin it with internal existential angst

..though if she does I can't really complain. That's what Anne Rice writes

Then I faced you, let you know that I knew you watched from the quay. I think I tried to frighten you. In rage I let you know how weak you were, that all the blood given to you by Lestat would make you no match should I choose to dismember you, pitch a fatal heat into you and immolate you, or only punish you with penetrating scar - simply for having spied upon me.

She hung dead against me, as one I’d rescued, one I would help from the bridge, some weakened, sickened, drunken girl. I slid my hand into her body, breaking the flesh so easily even with these delicate fingers, and I dosed my fingers around her heart and brought it to my lips and sucked it, my head tucked down by her face, sucked the heart like fruit, until no blood was left in any fiber or chamber

And she did want to survive. Wrapped in saints, and dreaming suddenly of the breasts that nursed her, her young body fought, pumping and pumping against me, she so soft, and my own form hard as a statue, my milkless nipples enshrined in marble, no comfort.