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Dubai.

I can't tell you that.

Can't tell you that either.

No.

No. Yeah.

Yeah, look, i-it's not an article,

it's a book.

I mean, we can do a chapter in Vanity Fair, but...

I-I know it's been 10 years.

I haven't forgotten what a book is.

This is-- This is a book.

A-All right? Look, um...

Yeah, I gotta call you back.

I'll call you back.

Good morning.

I hope you've passed a comfortable night.

I never pass a comfortable night.

You were scheduled to have your levodopa transfusion

- this week. - Been tapping my phone?

Mr. De Pointe du Lac has arranged a physician

to administer it here tomorrow.

Well, I'll take care of it on my own.

Your doctor in New York was consulted and has given consent.

You'll find a note from him in your electronic mailbox.

Where's Louis?

Mr. De Point du Lac will be resting today.

Would you follow me to the reading room?

Quite the house plant.

Well, the interior designer hired was a sentimentalist.

Some notion of hers, he was...

...missing the natural world.

You are getting access to...

...very precious items from the archives,

an alternative perspective on the years of your interest.

Please, wear these when handling the materials.

We suggest you begin on the left.

"The P.O.Ws are malnourished, nothing but bone and sinew.

Their blood is bitter.

It almost makes you feel sick to drink it."

Wow.

Auntie told me to stay put

and keep away from the door. [People screaming]

I tried to be good and stay right where I was.

But when Auntie came back, she got stuck on the other side

and brought the fire back with her.

I closed my eyes and waited for the fire to take me, too.

I just prayed it wouldn't hurt too bad.

That's when the Black angel came.

He was beautiful and strong and fast,

and he carried me like I was made of feathers.

Help me!

Gimme some water!

The Black angel took me to a fine house

...with gold ceilings,

like the ones in the picture houses.

And that's when I guessed I was in Heaven.

So, I waited for the pain to go away and my mama to join me.

But she didn't come, and the pain got worse.

The Black angel was crying.

She goin' cold. What do we do?

Nothing. We do nothing. And I remember thinking...

She's dying. "Why would an angel

cry in Heaven?" More human entanglement.

And then, I saw the white angel.

Drain her.

She's only a kid.

No, please.

Please!

I don't know where to bite. Her body's all charred.

You know you can do this.

And she'll be what? A lap dog?

No, not-- not a dog.

- A daughter. - I-I-I don't know.

You were ready to abandon our home.

Now you want a third.

I-I just need her not to die.

Please.

Please.

The white angel, he bit me,

right in the neck, and I thought,

"What a strange thing for an angel to do."

And then, I tasted it.

And right away, I felt strong as a street car.

Enough!

And I realized,

what I thought was Heaven was just some nice room.

And what I thought were angels were really hell demons.

But seeing as Mama died, and Auntie,

she was burnt up too,

I decided to make the best of it.

You got some of your own I can have?

Y-You want more?

Right away, I had a lot of questions.

So, this is my new house?

It is if you want it to be.

This is my fountain?

That's my...

What is that?

Well, that's the incinerator where we burn the--

We'll get to that soon enough.

So where'd you find me?

At my old house?

I heard your cry for help.

We-- We can hear people's thoughts.

- What? - Mm-hmm.

It's true.

Prove it. What am I thinking now?

Well, I can't.

I'm your maker.

You're wonderin' if your nails will be like that forever,

and the answer is yes.

It's a special trick, only folks like us have,

like the nails and the teeth.

So, you can hear me, but he can't?

That make him the dumb one?

What's funny?

If he makes you, he can't hear your thoughts anymore.

Somethin' about the sacrifice of creation.

Did he make you, too?

He did. What's she saying?

He has to rely on my words to understand me,

just like a human.

I'm not human no more, am I?

No, you're a vampire.

Well, I can see where this is going.

Bonjour.

How'd you do that?

Well, you'll do it too, in time, my little milkweed.

I'll teach you, just like I taught Louis here.

But not if we're going to have family secrets.

We're a family?

Yeah, but with no secrets.

All right.

So, what's that for?

That's where we burn bodies.

Why do we burn bodies?

Uncle Les and Daddy Louis were rich.

They had nice clothes and a nice auto carriage

and a funny way of being nice to each other.

So, I'm supposed to kill him?

You don't have to.

There's always the birds and the beasts.

Or you can endeavor on an experience

that feels like eating syrup while riding on the wind.

I'm not sure how I feel about that pleated skirt.

It's chiffon. It has movement.

Hmm.

Looks like she takes after me.

Tremendous.

Fortifying myself for an evening of swan hunting.

Back in the car, Claudia.

Claudia.

Claudia! Hey, no, no.

Get back here, missy.

Young girl, where are your parents at this hour?

I asked you a question, young lady.

I said, where are your parents?

Claudia! No!

Don't!

Not a cop!

You're not a girl.

You're a devil.

You have to stop while they're alive.

Who was it that she takes after?

Hm.

You ain't a girl.

You a devil.

Confusion, regret, euphoria.

You gon' wake up feeling a lot of things.

A little guilt, a bad taste in your mouth from the cop,

which again, you should never choose.

Claudia.

I'm sorry.

What did I just say?

Don't eat cops.

You gotta listen to your elders when they're talkin'.

You're new to this--

- I'm hungry. - Hungry?

You just ate a man twice your size.

You can't possibly be--

An ominous observation.

Her young lady metabolism is permanent now.

I'm so hungry.

I think I'm gon' die.

Is that how vampires die?

From starvation?

You don't want to engorge yourself, ma petite.

More tomorrow, okay?

Please.

Histrionics.

Some sleep is what she needs.

Sedation is what she needs.

She'll settle.

No! Don't, don't, don't!

Claudia.

Claudia!

You suck 'em like frog legs

and burn 'em like trash.

And the things I used to eat, I don't like so much anymore.

Claudia!

- Come on up to bed. - Coming!

It's bedtime.

What comes out of humans, it's just so much sweeter.

Me and Uncle Les have a nickname for it--

"kill juice".

Claudia!

Comin'!

Geez Louise, mercy please.

I gotta go to bed when the rest of the world wakes up,

so there's less kids to play with...

...but I found ways to fun it up some.

Have you seen my slippers?

Under the chair by the window.

Must every night end like this?

Y'all get tired 'fore I do.

Why does she talk to the book?

The sun comes up, we go down.

That's never gonna change.

We've got rules, Lil Miss.

Rules are for fools, Daddy Lou.

Keeping you safe, little waif.

She talked to the book again.

Why do you talk to the book?

- The book is my friend. - The book is her friend.

The book is a book.

Good night.

Night. Night!

Put the pen down, Claudia.

Uncle Les, I got a question.

If you made me and you made Louis,

who made you?

When I'm tired, I'm not so kind.

And where are all the vampires at?

Uh-oh. They speakin' French.

They gon' fight now.

Fighting sounds funny in French.

Climb in, ma cherie, best see if it's a good fit.

Ooh!

Good evening, sirs.

A loss in the family?

Nah.

A heart condition.

Yeah, she gon' pass r-real soon.

Poor child.

Can't nothin' be done?

We tryna accustom her to the thought of...

...going home to God.

I-I-I could take her measurements

so as not to distress her any further than she already is.

It's so soft!

Somethin'-- Somethin' ain't right here.

- I love it, Daddy Lou. - I think you two gentlemen...

Can I get this one, please?...ought to leave--

Please? Can I?

A girl vampire needs her own space

if she's gonna find herself in this no-day world.

And, diary, you can already tell,

the words come easier when you're locked in tight,

wrapped in pink satin and Daddy Lou's feet

ain't in your face.

It's just me, my pen, my brain, my heart,

and the blood of the street car conductor

I drained after he got off work.

Thank you, street car driver.

I hope they got more of you at your company

to fill in for you.

It's never great waiting for the car,

especially when the weather gets hot.

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

Don't you shush me.

I missed you. Hm.

You missed me?

Mm.

Uncle Les got secrets.

How you figure?

He don't give good answers to questions,

sits on the truth like it's his chair or somethin'.

I thought we weren't supposed to keep secrets.

Les got a few years on us.

Sometimes, old people don't like talkin' much about the past.

Sometimes, you gotta be careful where you dig, you understand?

I guess.

How does it work, love between two men?

It works like...

I don't know.

Works like love.

You ever liked girls?

I used to.

Uh, I used to pretend to.

Can't say I do anymore.

Uncle Les does, sometimes.

Is that what he's up to when he goes out alone?

Nah, he is, um...

Sometimes, his kills get-- what's the word?

Extravagant.

And I don't like seeing it.

Mm.

I don't know how you do that.

You can't like the taste.

I try to.

And, Claudia, it-- it's not just what you eat.

You can kill quick and painless,

or you can get... extravagant.

There've been times I gone a little too far myself.

Some killing has consequence.

The fire in your house was a consequence.

It came about 'cause of one of my kills.

I-I used to get a little caught up in human affairs.

Then what?

Then you.

Got one.

I thought Louis was your god.

How does Muhammad feel about vampires?

Is it Ashura every day here in the penthouse?

Do you have what you need, Mr. Molloy?

A cure for Parkinson's?

How is your reading coming along?

For a killing machine, I kinda like her.

I interrupted. You were praying.

Asr namozi.

"Asr namozi."

What is that? That's not Arabic.

What is it, Kazak?

Somewhere in the Crimea?

You're not from Dubai.

I thought you were a native.

Dubai is a child, Mr. Molloy.

No one's a native.

Hmm.

Dear new diary...

Nice to meet you.

What adventures we will have.

You've joined a happy home, even if we're an odd one.

I have my own room now, which is good,

'cause Daddy Lou can be smotherin',

just as Uncle Les can get crotchety.

And, well, sometimes a door can be your best friend.

You have to knock first!

Out! Out!

Out!

- ♪ Happy birthday to you - ♪ Happy birthday to you

Still, you wouldn't believe how time flies

when there's people to eat and money to spend.

This was given to me by a marquis who was beheaded

by a mob 10 years after he gave it to me. Oh!

I love it. Oh!

How old are you again, Uncle Les?

Hundred and sixty--159.

Daddy Lou, when am I gonna grow into this, though?

We--We'll find one in your size.

Kill, spend.

Then the next thing you know, the leaves are turnin'.

Of course, Daddy and Uncle have problems, plenty of 'em,

but they figure 'em out quick most times.

And when they can't, I can always get in between

and make it right.

Stop.

Stop laughin'.

[Chuckles] Shh.

We do like mortals do.

We fight, we eat... Woman: Hush, now.

...we laugh...

- Oh. - Oh, there.

...we sleep, we love.

Aah!

I prefer you like that.

And then the phone rang last night,

and all the easy times stopped.

Hello?

Say again.

- Oh. I'll take one. Oh. - And for you?

- Thank you, dear. - Yes.

I'd never been to a wake.

Hadn't even known Daddy Lou was Catholic.

I didn't know he had a mama till he lost her.

Hello, sweetie.

Everything all right?

Never seen a dead one look so peaceful.

You know what her last words were?

Who are you here with, honey?

My dad and uncle.

Who are you?

This your Aunt Grace and her husband Levi.

How 'bout you go to your uncle?

He could use someone to talk to.

You have a kid?

The girl is an orphan, adopted her

off of Liberty Street, did right by it.

Do you think you and her uncle

are the right people to adopt an orphan?

Maybe don't bring them to the funeral tomorrow.

Not sure I'm gonna be able to ma--

To make it?

Heard that plenty.

Your nieces and nephews' christenings,

- Grace's 30th. - Watch yourself, Levi.

We need to talk about the house.

Over the cold body of our mama.

Was wonderin' why I got an invite this time.

You don't need it.

You haven't needed it for years.

Well, good we've got each other's backs.

Make you proud, you hear?

We can pay you in installments.

You and your white daddy are doing fine in the Quarter.

We can't pay you what it's worth,

and you don't need the money.

You forget what I did to that door, Grace?

You should measure yourself.

Claudia has expressed an interest in going home.

It is late for y'all--The smell is awful.

Hmm. Wakes were invented in places where it snows.

I'll have the papers drawn up.

Daddy Lou said I had been away from people too long.

I didn't know how to behave right anymore.

But Uncle Les said, I behaved just fine.

Just steer, steer.

Ugh! But we're immortal!

Well, you can still smash your pretty little head

and then take long, dull months to recover.

Eyes on the road.

There ain't no doubt

Daddy Lou is my favorite.

Pull over. Right.

But sometimes, Uncle Les and I have a lot in common.

Now, here's a treat I think you're ready for.

This is what the meat calls a "lover's lane",

and by my estimation, no blood is sweeter.

Young people, swollen with passion,

denied spirits by this senseless prohibition,

park along this lonely stretch to contemplate

that most mysterious of mathematical equations--

how one plus one...

...becomes one.

They come out here to do math?

You've been too sheltered, my belladonnic beauty.

Yours.

Mine.

Young, strong, and likely to fight back.

You must be most ferocious, hmm?

Mm-hmm.

Mmm, that's nice.

Where'd you learn that?

The kissin' or the down below?

That's nice.

Jesus, Mary!

What? Oh.

You gonna stand there watchin', little girl?

Where's your momma?

She just crawl out of the swamp or somethin'?

Oh!

There's something back there, something evil.

Ah, yes.

She's with me.

Uncle Les says I gotta practice killin'

both the one and the plus one at the same time,

but I came away understanding something else tonight.

You took her where?

She's a prodigious killer.

Why you'd want to limit her is beyond comprehension.

I can't quite put it into words,

but it's like somethin' opened up in my head, in my body.

I've been 18 for seven months now,

and it's time I started actin' like it.

Well, look at you.

I don't recall buying that outfit--

I jumped a girl in between speakeasies.

I wear it better, though.

Don't do something he would do.

I'm gon' tell Uncle Les you talkin' to me this way.

Happy hunting.

Hey, I think you're drinking too much of that moonshine.

Thank you, sir.

Girl #1: Isn't he so cute?

Oh, my-- He's so handsome.

Girl #2: He's adorable.

Look who fell into her momma's closet.

Darkie playing dress-up in the dark.

Hey, easy.

Watch it. Easy.

Whoa.

Stop it. What's gotten into you?

Calm down, Bella.

You all right?

You look a little sick there.

Sorry about my horse, miss.

I'm sorry.

I got so scared, I almost fainted.

I thought the flowers might bring me back a bit.

Well, I'm glad you're back.

Diary, his name is Charlie.

He's got veins like rivers.

They flow right down his arms.

Doin' a'ight back there?

I'm... good.

I just wanted to say thank you for... Mm-hmm.

...for driving me home,

for jumping in front of me like that.

Well, I had to make sure you wouldn't faint again.

I tell you, I don't--

I don't know what spooked old Jonesy, here.

You said 1132 Rue Royale?

I wanna know what his laugh sounds like

when it's all the way.

Drive by that house almost every night,

takin' Mr. Sloane home.

Never imagined a colored family lived in one of them houses.

I wanna know how tight he holds you when he dances.

Yeah, I'm surprised your fancy parents let you out at night.

They know I can take care of myself. Whoa!

You almost got trampled by a horse.

I wanna know what his tongue tastes like.

I've lost my appetite.

I can't sleep...

...which is borin' as all get out

when you're stuck in a coffin,

waiting for the big hand to hit nine...

...and the little hand

to hit three.

Ahh!

No runnin' in the house!

What did we say

about skipping?

Ooh!

I'm not gon' say it again, missy.

Look up. Look up.

If he looks up, he likes you.

If he doesn't...

No running, young lady.

I met Victor once...

Well, hello there again, diary.

I finally got a few secrets of my own.

Who's Charlie? [Gasps]

Claudia, are you blockin' me?

This is your father speaking.

Do you not like it?

No, I-I love it.

I'm just tryna make it last.

I guess you're probably used to having ice cream

anytime you want.

No.

I promise.

I never have it.

So, is this what you always do for a first date?

Take a girl out for some ice cream?

Whoa, whoa, Claudia, this isn't--

What?

A boy sends flowers, asks a girl to go somewhere fun.

I-- You're a cutie, but...

I'm what?

Young.

I'm 19.

No way you're older than me, Claudia.

Everyone in my family looks young for their age.

You live round here?

I used to, too.

I remember there used to be a toy shop

a few doors down by there.

They used to keep stray cats in boxes for people to take.

That shop must have closed down when you were but a baby.

I wasn't a baby.

[Moans]

Mmm.

Wait, wait, wait, wait. Wait for me.

I'm tired of waiting.

Claudia. Yeah?

You're real forward. What?

It's making me...

Kiss you a little longer?

Claudia, you don't even look like a girl.

You're an angel.

I feel... loose.

Charlie?

Charlie?

Charlie?

Charlie?

I was-- and he-- And I bit him, and now he--

It's easy to get carried away when you're young and in love.

Please, save him.

Turn him.

I can't.

You can.

You did it to me.

He's dead.

You didn't half-kill him, you killed him completely.

Lestat.

Just try, please.

You drained him dry.

Now, go on, clean up after yourself.

Stop squirming and watch.

Remember this, his face as it melts.

This is why we never get close to mortals.

Because sooner or later, they end up dead.

It'll be all right.

It'll pass. You got us.

I don't want you.

Vivid writer, isn't she?

A singular style.

Anne Frank meets Stephen King.

Session four, Louis De Pointe du Lac,

and the child vampire, Claudia.

So, it begs the question,

where were all these diaries in 1973?

Scattered.

One in New Orleans, another in Paris.

Bullshit.

Claudia was...

...everything.

I loved her unconditionally.

All the noise, the chaos,

the crisis of my former existence, silenced.

The simple joy of her hand in mine.

You had a daughter.

I had a daughter.

I've got two.

The love is kind of...

And if you were to come across their diaries and learn,

in detail, how and when you failed them,

would you share those failures

with a brash young reporter you met at Polynesian Mary's?

It's funny.

I've been dreaming about old Mary's

ever since you sent me the tapes.

Where have you reached?

1923-ish.

Her date with Charlie.

Ah.

"And his bones...""...cracked black

and his face turned to soup."

Charlie's death ushered in

one of the darkest eras in our lives.

The oh-so-delicate balance

of our oh-so-delicate household was shattered.

The fantasy of happiness burst.

Claudia was...

A Band-Aid for a shitty marriage?

I was going to say...

...something else.

But, yes...

that's almost certainly what she felt like.

And what should I have done?

Tucked him into the coffin with her?

She was already broken-hearted,

and you burned her first boyfriend.

She's the one who killed him.

It's funnier when they fight in French.

And, diary, you'd think

a girl whose mama died in childbirth...

...whose daddy gave her away to a mean old auntie

who beat her 'cause no one said she couldn't,

who died in a fire

but came back by the blood magic of two demons,

well, you'd think that girl wouldn't know what funny was.

But you'd be wrong, diary.

And if I told you, dumb diary,

that that same girl was being raised to kill

like her demon parents did, to take two souls a day

so she could stay in the same flat-chested,

hairless-crotched 14-year-old baby doll body

as her mind and spirit turn 19, 20, 25,

63, 358, you dumb, dumb diary,

I bet you'd say to anyone who'd listen, "Fun? Fun?

How does she even get up in the morning?"

Well, let me tell you something, you stuck-up,

flower-covered, three-dollar fancy fucking paper diary,

I'm doin' just fine.

And how do I know that?

'Cause the first man I killed called me the devil,

and the last boy I killed,

the last boy I'll ever love in this world,

called me an angel.

So, that means I'm on the right path.

And that means there's so much more fun out there to have.

I'm just getting started.