absolutely insane.

"Finding out how or why he latched on will be a challenge."

She stores away his comments on souls, unsure how to approach that conversation just yet.

"No one is very forthcoming in my soul called family. I have encountered what passes for the truth."

She finds herself shuddering again.

"My aunt kept my mother drugged and 'spellbound' from my birth til her death. Then, she tried to kill me."

Every time she speaks, she knows she sounds -

everything. He wants our souls."

She can't bring herself to say the most humiliating things of all. The things that make her sick. The nightmares that won't stop.

"Yes, him. I don't know how far back it's gone, but he's had his claws in the women in my family for centuries."

The worst she has yet to say. What she knows, think she knows...knows?

"He's like a parasite, whispering lies, and false promises. He will give. Oh, he'll give, but he wants -

to a whisper.

"It's all so sick and twisted and he won't let go."

She shouldn't be telling him this. But she can't stop herself.

She feels sick at his question.
The things that have happened since she has 'come home' and met her mother and then lost her have bordered on obscene.

"He won't leave me alone, Lestat. He and my mother...and now, me..."

She swallows hard, as if to fight off a wave of nausea.

Her voice drops-

in an instant if he wanted to.

"....and I'm rambling aren't I?"

"If I were just some random person and I wandered into this conversation, I'd think we were crazy, or myself."

Granted, she questions her own sanity all the time.

"It's fear that makes people come up with the crazy things about us."

She wonders why she's not afraid of him. He could kill her in-