LOUIS

No. Don't leave me here. Give it to me.

Lestat lifts his own right wrist to his teeth. Fangs slash his own flesh, blood falls.

                                            LESTAT

You're sure?

                                             LOUIS

Sure...

Louis rises to accept the first drops with his open mouth. Lestat gathers him up, as Louis clamps his hand on Lestat's
arm and drinks from the wrist.

The VAMPIRE THEME swells.

Lestat watches him drink his wrist with wry amusement. Louis finishes, staggers away from him as if drunk.

LOUIS' POV -

Vampire vision. The world is transformed, the swamp, the moon, the clouds, the cry of the night birds all come to him
with unnatural clarity. He looks down with pity at the corpses of his wife and child who appear beautiful in death now
rather than repulsive. He closes the lid of the coffin and replaces it in the ground, astonished at the ease of it.

He turns and stares at Lestat whom he sees now with vampire's vision. Lestat's eyes are brighter, his buttons are
glimmering in the light. Everything is clearer, brighter, containing more facets of light and colour.

                                            LESTAT

Stop staring at my buttons. Didn't I tell you it was going to be fun?

Lestat leads him into the swamp. Everything astonished Louis, as if he's never seen it before. Louis is suddenly racked
by shudders of pain.

                                            LESTAT

You're body's dying. Pay no attention. It will take twenty minutes at most.

                                             LOUIS

Dying?

Louis dry-retches.

                                            LESTAT

It happens to us all.

Lestat wipes Louis' brow.

                                            LESTAT

Come, you're going to feed now.

                                             LOUIS

I want a woman.

Lestat laughs and his laughter echoes like bells in Louis' ears.

                                            LESTAT

That doesn't matter anymore, Louis. You'll see. Come...

LOUIS' VAMPIRE POV - SWAMP

Small high ground. Camp of runaway slaves. Several share a bottle of rum around the fire. A male slave rises. A
gorgeous hunk of flesh in the moonlight and goes into the swamp to relieve his bladder.

                                            LESTAT

They're all beautiful now. Men, women, the old, the young...simply because they are alive. -

The slave walks towards them in the darkness. A crucifix gleams round his neck.

                                            LESTAT

Take him.

                                             LOUIS

The crucifix -

                                            LESTAT

Forget the crucifix. Take him.

Louis hesitates.

                                            LESTAT

Resist no more Louis. Feed...

The slave looks up and sees them. Two gleaming white beings standing before him with devil's eyes. The he runs.

Louis can resist him no more. He swoops on him with a vampire's rapid movement, brings him to the ground and sinks
his teeth in his neck.

Close on Louis feeding on the slave, the magnificent body shuddering in its death-throes. Lestat stands above,
laughing.

The slave dies. Louis rises from him, drunkenly, engorged with blood.

                                             LOUIS

What have I done?

                                            LESTAT

You have fed. You were made for this...

Louis looks down at the body of the slave. Lestat's laughter echoes around him.

                                             LOUIS

Dear God, what have I done?

                                            LESTAT

You've killed Louis. And enjoyed it.

Lestat laughs harder. Louis runs from him, screaming in anguish.

EXT. GRAVEYARD. NIGHT.

Louis reaches his wife's grave. He falls to his knees, throws back his head and bares his new fangs to the moon.

                                             LOUIS

Dear God, what have I become????

INT. ROOM. SAN FRANCISCO. NIGHT.

Malloy stares at Louis, terrified and enthralled.

                                            MALLOY

You said the slave had a crucifix...

                                             LOUIS

Oh, that rumour about crosses?

                                            MALLOY

You can't look at them...

                                             LOUIS

Nonsense, my friend. I can look on anything I like. And I am particularly fond of looking on crucifixes.

                                            MALLOY

The story about stakes through the heart?

                                             LOUIS

The same. As you would say today... Bull shit.

                                            MALLOY

What about coffins?

                                             LOUIS

Coffins... coffins unfortunately are a necessity...

EXT. MANSION. NIGHT.

Louis walks up the steps to the mansion. He looks now like a fully-fledged vampire. Yvette, the slave girl stares at him
from the open doorway. Cascades of harpsichord music come from the interior.

                                           LOUIS (VO)

Killing is no ordinary act. It is the experience of another's life for certain. That night I had lost my own life and taken another's. I
was drowning in a sea of human guilt and regret, with all the heightened senses of a vampire...

Louis enters the mansion, following the harpsichord music, as if in a dream. Yvette draws back as he approaches.

INT. MANSION. NIGHT.

Louis wanders into the parlour, where Lestat is playing the harpsichord rapidly and exuberantly. Louis goes to a
full-length mirror and sees his own reflection there - quite the perfect vampire.

                                            LESTAT

Yes, that's you, my handsome friend. And you'll look that way till the stars fall from heaven.

                                             LOUIS

It can't be...

                                            LESTAT

Give it time. You're like a man who loses a limb and still imagines he feels pain. It will pass. And we must sleep now. I can feel
the sun approaching.

EXT. POINTE DU LAC.

Dawn spreading over the plantation.

INT. BASEMENT. POINTE DU LAC.

A brick walled storage room. Two coffins stand on the floor. Lestat enters with a lantern, Louis behind. Lestat is
apprehensive and protective of Louis. He pulls back one lid ot reveal a satin interior.

                                            LESTAT

You must get into it. It's the only safe place for you when the light comes.

                                             LOUIS

And if I don't?

                                            LESTAT

The sun will destroy the blood I've given you. Every tissue, every vein. The fire in this lantern could do that too.

Louis approaches the coffin, hands trembling as he peers into it.

                                            LESTAT

Don't be afraid. In moments you'll be sleeping as soundly as you ever slept. And when you awake I'll be waiting for you, and so
will all the world.

Louis crawls into the coffin, fearful yet fascinated.

                                             LOUIS

You told me something earlier. You said you didn't have a choice. Was that true?

Lestat smiles bitterly and nods.

                                             LESTAT

Someday I'll tell you. We have a lot of time to talk to each other. You might say... we have all the time we shall ever need.

He closes the lid.

Total darkness. Sounds of Louis' panicked breathing. Of his prayer again.

                                             LOUIS

Dear God, what have I done?

INT. DINING ROOM. NIGHT.

Louis and Lestat sitting at a sumptuous table, piled with uneaten food. Lestat is going through sheafs of documents.

                                           LOUIS (VO)

I awoke the next evening to a different world. And I realized there are as profound differences between vampires as between
human beings...

Lestat, totting up figures on a piece of paper.

                                            LESTAT

Your wealth, dear Louis, is inestimable. Your income from cotton alone will keep us in comfort for a century.

Louis just stares at him.

                                           LOUIS (VO)

I sat there staring at him with contempt. He had the soul of a shopkeeper, he was the sow's ear out of which nothing fine could
be made. I felt sadly cheated in having him as a teacher...

Lestat looks up at him and grins.

                                            LESTAT

You'll get used to killing. Just forget about that mortal coil. You'll become accustomed to things all too quickly.

                                             LOUIS

Do you think so?

Yvette enters, stands behind him, staring at Lestat with loathing.

                                            YVETTE

You are not hungry, sir...

                                            LESTAT

Au contraire, my dear. He could eat a horse...

Lestat laughs loudly. Louis turns and looks at Yvette. Her beautiful forehead in the candlelight, the veins pulsing on
her neck and her hands.

                                           LOUIS (VO)

I looked at anything mortal and saw all life as precious, condemning all fruitless guilt and passion that would let it slip through
the fingers like sand...

Yvette returns his stare, troubled.

                                           LOUIS (VO)

It was only as a vampire that I could see Yvette's beauty. Her fear of me increased my desire.

Yvette reaches for his uneaten plate. Louis stops her hand. Holds it for a beat too long, looking at the veins in her
wrist.

                                             LOUIS

I will finish it, Yvette. Now leave us.

She turns and runs from the table. Lestat leans towards him.

                                            LESTAT

Can't you pretend, you fool? Don't give the game away. We're lucky to have such a home.

His hand snakes out under the table. It comes up holding a large grey rat.

                                            LESTAT

Pretend to drink, at least.

He bares his fangs and slices the rat's throat. He pours the blood into a crystal glass.

                                            LESTAT

Such fine crystal shouldn't go to waste...

He hands the glass to Louis. Louis drinks the blood and stares at it in surprise, then at the dead rat on the fine lace
tablecloth.

                                            LESTAT

I know. It gets cold so fast.

                                             LOUIS

We can live like this? Off the blood of animals?

Lestat shrugs.

                                            LESTAT

I wouldn't call it living. I'd call it surviving. A useful trick if you're caught for a month on a ship at sea.

Lestat strokes the belly of the dead rat, studying it sadly.

                                            LESTAT

There's nothing in the world now that doesn't hold some...

                                             LOUIS

Fascination...

                                            LESTAT

Yes. And I'm bored with this prattle --

He throws the rat away.

                                             LOUIS

But we can live without taking human life. It's possible.

                                            LESTAT

Anything is possible. But just try it for a week. Come into New Orleans and let me show you some real sport!

He rises. Louis follows.

EXT. NEW ORLEANS. NIGHT.

A big, lavish drinking place with a raised stage.

Italian actors in buffoonish costumes act crude commedia dell'arte on the stage.

Plantation owners in soiled brocade, lace, crooked wigs watch the show as tavern wenches move about.

                                           LOUIS (VO)

This was New Orleans, a magical and magnificent place to live. In which a vampire, richly dressed might attract no more notice
in the evening than hundreds of other exotic creatures.

Louis and Lestat by a table, in the shadow of a tree. Teresa, a tavern wench, sits on Lestat's lap, pouring drinks for the
two of them. She lifts a fresh glass to Lestat's lips as he flirts with her.

                                            TERESA

Come on, mon cher. The best in the colony. Once you touch this you'll never go to any other tavern again.

                                            LESTAT

You think so, cherie? But what if I'd rather taste your lips?

                                            TERESA

My lips are even sweeter still...

She kisses him. He lets his tongue play with hers, then runs it down her neck. She swoons with pleasure. Then he sinks
his teeth gently in her neck, looking playfully behind at Louis, who if apalled and fascinated.

ANTICS ON THE STAGE

Laughter rocks the tavern.

Lestat slips the pale and dead Teresa into a chair beside him and folds her hands on the table. No one notices. He lays
gold coins on the table and touches Louis' knee.

                                            LESTAT

Let's get out of here!

Lestat rushes out, thrilled with himself.

EXT. TAVERN. NIGHT.

A crowded street. Louis and Lestat emerge from the tavern. Louis looks up at the moon.

                                             LOUIS

Have you ever been caught?

                                            LESTAT

Of course not. It's so easy you almost feel sorry for them.

They walk down the crowded night street, full of ladies in their finery, freed slaves, whores, sailors etc.

                                           LOUIS (VO)

Lestat killed two, sometimes three a night. A fresh young girl, that was his favourite for the first of the evening.

INT. FRENCH QUARTER MANSION -- BALLROOM

Small orchestra plays for colonial couples in fine wig and garb prancing to a French minuet. Young women sit in
chairs along the walls with their chaperones. Young men stand opposite.

                                           LOUIS (VO)

But the triumphant kill of Lestat was a young man. They represented the greatest loss to Lestat because they stood on the
threshold of the maximum possibility of life.

A youth of preternatural beauty, sillhouetted against French windows. He is talking to an elegan widow, seated,
holding two manicured poodles. Lestat stares at the youth with longing.

                                            LESTAT

The trick is not to think about it. See that one? The widow St. Clair? she had that gorgeous young fop murder her husband.
She's perfect for you. Go ahead.

                                             LOUIS

But how do you know?

                                            LESTAT

Read her thoughts.

                                             LOUIS

I can't.

                                            LESTAT

The dark gift is different for each of us. But one thing is true of everyone. We grow stronger as we go along.

He leads Louis closer to them.

                                            LESTAT

Take my word for it. She blamed a slave for his murder. And do you know what they did to him?

He smiles at the young man, who smiles in return.

                         ;                    LESTAT

The evildoers are easier. And they taste better...

EXT. LAWNS. NIGHT.

Lestat walks the youth towards a copse of trees. He looks back at Louis, who holds both poodles on a delicate leash,
walking with the widow. The minuet spills from the french windows.

                                        WIDOW ST. CLAIR

Now, young man, you really amaze me! I'm old enough to be your grandmother.

She leans towards him concquettishly. Louis, crazed with hunger, sees her as beautiful in the moonlight. He allows her
lips reach his. He takes her in his arms, gently, romantically, and sinks in his teeth. She swoons.

                                        WIDOW ST. CLAIR

Yes, that's the melody, I remember it. Oh yes...

Louis draws his lips away. She is weak in his arms, but still alive. He can't do it. The poodles growl. He shotts out an
arm and grabs one, then the other.

EXT. TREES. NIGHT.

Lestat, bending over the body of the dead youth. A scream pierces the night.

                                        WIDOW ST CLAIR

Murder!!! Murderer!!

EXT. LAWNS. NIGHT

The widow on the grass, her poodles dead beside her. Louis is trying to quiet her.

                                        WIDOW ST CLAIR

My little papillions! My butterflies!!! He killed them!!!

Lestat comes from nowhere, claps a hand over her mouth and breaks her neck. He spits in fury at Louis.

                                            LESTAT

You whining coward of a vampire who prowls the night killing rats and poodles. You could have finished us both!

Louis throws himself on Lestat with extraordinary force, pummelling him towards the trees.

                                             LOUIS

What have you done to me? You've condemned me to hell.

                                            LESTAT

I don't know any hell -

Louis hurls him against tree after tree with a strength he never knew he had.

                                             LOUIS

You want to see me kill? Watch me kill you then -

He drags him to the ground an throttles him. Lestat looks up at him, amazed and amused at the same time.

                                            LESTAT

What strength, my friend, what strength. I remember why I chose you now.

Lestat squirms from his grip, seemingly effortlessly.

                                            LESTAT

But you can't kill me, Louis. Nor I you.

He ruffles Louis' hair, with wry affection.

                                            LESTAT

Feed on what you want, mon cherie. Rats, chickens, doves, goats. I'll leave you to it and watch you come round. Just
remember, life without me would be even more unbearable...

He smiles. A sly, pleasureable secret secret smile.

EXT. POINTE DU LAC. NIGHT.

Their carriage draws up to the mansion as the first fingers of light spread across the sky.

                                           LOUIS (VO)

Being a vampire to him meant revenge. Revenge against life-itself. Every time he took a life it was revenge. and the slaves with a
wisdom that was denied their masters, began to notice...

INT. SLAVE-HUT. NIGHT.

In a tiny cabin, a slave family. Kids sleeping on the floor, in cribs and cots. The parents sleep on the bed, young,
beautiful, naked. Beside them is Lestat, who is drinking the husband's blood, his hand playing across the breast of the
wife as he does so. She murmurs in her sleep.

                                              WIFE

Yes... please...

She grabs his fingers and kisses them, thinking him to be her husband. Lestat gently disengages himself and leaves.

EXT. SLAVE-HUT. NIGHT.

The woman's scream pierces the sky, as Lestat walks into the night.

EXT. CHICKEN-COOP. NIGHT.

Every chicken is dead, bloodies necks hanging down from the cribs. Louis emerges from the entrance, blood on his
lips. He hears the scream.

EXT. SLAVE QUARTER. NIGHT.

The sound of drumming is heard, african, primal. The woman runs through the quarters, screaming grief. Others
gather at doorways, restrain and console her.

EXT. DOVE-COTE. DAY.

A beautiful, elaborate eighteenth century dove-cote. Every dove inside is dead, pierced at the neck. A balck hand
throws in a flaming torch and it bursts into flame.

INT. CABIN. NIGHT.

A doll, made in the image of Lestat, is pierced with needles.

EXT. SWAMP BY FIELDS. DAY.

Bodies of slaves floating in the swamp, with the bodies of goats. Slaves at the edge throw ropes around the bodies, pull
them towards the shore. The drumming grows louder.

EXT. SLAVE-QUARTERS. NIGHT.

Louis walking through. The slaves hush as he appraoches, gather in doorways and whipser. He turns and looks at
them, sorrowfully. He looks truly like a ghost. Their eyes turn away when they meet his. He walks on.

INT. DINING ROOM IN MANSION. NIGHT.

Lestat and Louis sit at the table, the untouched food between them.

                                            LESTAT

Consider yourself lucky. In Paris a vampire has to be clever for many reasons. Here all one needs is a pair of fangs.

                                             LOUIS

Paris? You came from Paris?

                                            LESTAT

As did the one who made me.

                                             LOUIS

Tell me about him. You must have lernt something from him! It had to happen for you as it did for me!

                                            LESTAT

I learnt absolutely nothing. I wasn't give a choice, remember?

                                             LOUIS

But you must know something about the meaning of it all, you must know where we come from, why we...

Lestat spits out in anger.

                                            LESTAT

Why? Why should I know these things? Do you know them?

The drumming grows outside.

                                   LESTAT (gripping his temples)

That noise! It's driving me mad! We've been in the country for weeks, with nothing but that noise!!!

                                             LOUIS

They know about us. They see us dine on empty plates and drink from empty glasses.