he looks like an angel.
you are all right.
bring the petit beauty with you. no one will harm you. i won't allow it. remember my name. armand.
no pain.
your beauty is a gift to us.
who deserves such a gift?
yes, and very beautiful.
they did, but too fast for you to see them. no magic, just grace and speed.
he wants you.
disappointing, isn't it? to come so far and find so little. jaded ingenues, amusing themselves with make- believe.
but how did you come into existence?
you don't want to answer.  two vampires from the new world, come to guide us into the new era as all we love slowly rots and fades away.
if there were a leader, i would be the one.
ah! you have questions?
nothing if not vampires.
surely you know the one who made you.
that is a picture, nothing more.
no.
i understand. i saw you in the theatre, your suffering, your sympathy for that girl. i saw you with the boy. you die when you kill, you feel you deserve to die and you stint on nothing. but does that make you evil? or, since you comprehend what you call goodness, does it not make you good?
perhaps.
and perhaps this is the only real evil left.
i have not spoken to him.
none that i've ever known. i know nothing of god or the devil, i have never seen a vision nor learnt a secret that would damn or save my soul. and as far as i know, after four hundred years i am the oldest living vampire in the world.
you fell too much. so much you make me feel.
the one who made you should have told you this. the one who left the old world for the new.
knew? you mean he is.
so soon to go?
i was waiting for you.
your lover.
if you say so. you are innocent.
she is.
i could give you reasons. her silence. her youth. it's forbidden to make so young, so helpless, that cannot survive on its own.
did you kill this vampire who made you both? is that why you won't say his name? santiago thinks you did.
it's already begun. if you want to save her, send her away.
so soon? without any of those answers you so longed for?
but you asked the wrong questions. do you know how few vampires have the stamina for immortality? how quickly they perish of their own will.
you would never give up life. if the world were reduced to one empty cell, on fragile candle, you stay alive and study it. you see too clearly. you see too much.
how he must have loved you.
louis, i need you more than he ever did. i need a link with this century. the world changes. we do not. therein lies the irony that ultimately kills us. i need you to make contact with this age.
but louis, that is the very spirit of your age. the heart of it. you fall from grace has been the fall of a century.
like moths around the candle of the age. decadent, useless. they can't reflect anything. but you do. you reflect its broken heart.
are these not the answers you came for?
a vampire with a human soul. an immortal with a mortal's passion. you are beautiful, my friend. lestat must have wept when he made you -
yes i knew him. knew him well enough not to mourn his passing.
but you must go now. you must get her safely out of paris.
no-one else knows of this door. when you knock you will find me waiting.
above him, reaching down to take his hand.
hurry. don't make a sound.
follow me - that way - through my cell -
i can't save her.
louis, i can't save her. i will only risk losing you -
i couldn't prevent it.
louis, they cannot be brought back. there are some things that are impossible, even for me.
louis, i swear i did not.
no.
i knew. i rescued you, didn't i? from the terrible dawn.
you made me see their failings, louis. you made me look at them with your eyes.
your melancholy eyes.
we are a pair, and that's what counts.