Welcome to my world, DANIEL'S WORLD

And this is my STORY

Where do I begin. I was born in Boston, Massachesetts, April 1,1955, from a family of very strong values. When I was 8 years old my family decided to move to Baton Rouge, Louisianna, and pretty much for the rest of my adolescence I stayed there. When I was 16 I got my first job. It was at the fine fast food establishment of Burger King, for need of a little bit of pocket money. I stayed working there until I graduated from High School. Then I decided to go to college. This was my chance to see the world and get away from my family, I love them all but I needed space. The college I chose was Berkley in San Fracisco. I went for a BS in Journalism, I loved to write and figuired it was also a great way to travel and see the world. San Francisco was a great city, with great sites and night life. I checked them out when I wasn't studying also, I did a internship at the San Francisco Chronical. While being in this town I heard a fantastical story that would change my life for ever. This story was that Vampires existed that they weren't just mythical creatures of the night that you read in story books and here about just in fokelore and legends. And to top it off one actually existed in San Francisco. Well my own curiosity and reporter instincts kicked in and I worked on checking this out. Which came to my first problem, how do I do this. I had to figure a way of getting in touch with him. What a fool I was, I worked in a newspaper, the personal ads of course. Weeks went by and I figured that maybe all this was just a joke on my behalf and I gave up on it. But low a behold the next night I received a message on my answering machine. The person said that if I was really interested in meeting this so called creature that I should meet them at a town house located on Divisadero Street. So there I went for my big story that would change my life forever as I told you before. As I left I was anxcious and fearful at the same time, I really didn't know what to expect. It was now the year 1975. I was in my third year of college, and if this was the story I thought it was going to be, I figured I would never have to worry about graduating from college. Every publisher in the world was going to want my story. I arrived at the town house, when I got there I saw someone in the window and entered. Closer and closer to what I never believed but was willing to take a risk on it. Someone would think me crazy for this, I mean I didn't even know who this guy was he could have been a mass murderer you know. But I am a reporter and I couldn't ignore a good story. When I climbed the stairs and entered the room at the top it was quite dark and was only lit by one candle on a table in the center of the room. I could feel that someone was there. Then all of a sudden I heard a voice and felt something rub up against me and then in the light of the candle I saw him. I was awstruck, shocked at his appearance. It was truly a sight and I knew he was no mear mortal man. His eyes they glimmered through the darkness and his skin glistened for the light of the candle. He then told me that he had been following me for the last 5 minutes. I said how can that be I've been very careful and watched around to make sure that no one was going to jump me or attack me, being that I could have been walking into a trap. He just smiled. I said it was good that he knew who I was or I could have been his supper and he said he knew who I was and he dicided that he already had his fill for the night. This shook me up for a bit, and I was quite relieved that I was not his supper. He then asked me if I was ready to hear his story and I said sure just let me get my tape recorder on, and then he sat down and it began. It was quite a spectacular story. It just engulfed me, I couldn't miss a single word. It took hour but felt like minutes, I never had a minute of boredem, and when it was over I had to have more. His world inticed me so much that I felt I had to be a part of it. So I begged and pleaded with him to help me. All he said was couldn't I learn from his story. Couldn't I see that this life he lived was something out of Dante's Infernol at its worst. I said, "How can you say this, you are truly blessed." The next thing I knew I was in the air with his hand around my throat. Then he said, "look at me, is this want you want." The next thing I knew I felt his teeth at my neck and my world went dark. When I awoke he was gone and I was alone............ .

After this taste of Immortality that Louis gave me I had to have more this couldn't end this way. So tried to think back in my mind who else could help me with this hunger, then I thought of someone, Louis own creater of the dark gift. Lestat, yes that was his name. And Louis told me he and Lestat lived in New Orleans maybe he still lived there, that was he spoke of him living in a house there. I believed he called the Rue Royal, supposedly it was located on Royal Street, 1132 to be exact. I took the first flight to Louisianna, it seemed like I hadn't been in Louisianna for so even though was only a couple of year ago. When I arrived I took the first taxi I could find, straight to the place I longed for to meet the man I hoped could give me what Louis would not, immortality. When I arrived at the house it was about 8 in the evening. I really hoped Lestat was there, when I entered the house it was deserted at least I thought it was. I sat there for a while and then I heard someone and turned around and saw someone but this someone did not fit Louis description of Lestat. This man or boy you could say was a bit younger but not much. I asked him who he was and he told me his friends called him Armand and who was I and why was I here. I explained to him that I had met Louis Point du Lac, and asked him if he was familiar with him. He said yes and still asked me why I was here and I explained how I asked of Louis of his dark gift and he denied me. I truly, desperately wanted it after his truly wonderous story. So I decided I would search another that could help me with this wish. I remembered him telling me about another his father Lestat de Lioncourt, so here I am searching for him. He smiled and said, " so that is your story. Well if you can't find him I wouldn't mind having a friend like you my boy. My name is Armand and I have lived many years. I am looking for a friend who can show me this wonderful world we reside in." I was feeling quite unnerved around him and just felt like leaving, but he seemed very inticed in me and asked if I would stay just a bit longer.I said maybe later and began getting ready to leave. Everywhere I turned he was there. I ran but he held me back, he was truly frightening me I couldn't escape I was trapped. He took me and locked me up in a room. Each day he gave my food and drink and came in and out as he pleased. He must of felt that he could sooner or later have me, control me make me subverviant to him. I couldn't do anything on my own I was a prisoner, I screamed but no one heard, only him. Everday I wondered if this was to be my last. Then one day he came and forgot to lock then door when he left. Finally my escape. I waited until it was sunrise, the windows were blocked but I still had my watch so I new approximately the time, and when it came I ran. I was free no longer his captive. I breathed in the air went to the first eating establishment I could find and had the greatest dinner of my life, the meager food he set for me was just enough to live on, but not much more. I really thought I was free but that did not last very long. I went back to San Francisco and continued on with my usuall lifestyle, but always looking behind my back just in case one of them was there. I truly opened myself to their world and now wished I never did. Well maybe, I still wanted their gift but not to be a prisoner of them, which Armand made me feel. One day I was walking down the street and saw him from the corner of my eye, I stood motionless, what was I going to do, if he caught me I was going to be a prisoner again, I couldn't take that. I ran but he caught up to me, he pleaded with me, we were near and coffee shoppe and he asked if I would just sit and listen to him. Really he pleaded with me said we would just talk, I thought about it for a few seconds and figured we were in public and I could always scream and draw a crowd if I didn't feel safe. So there we were sitting at the same table me and my captor. He tried to explain that he just wanted me to be his friend, for me to show him this wonderous world I lived in, to be his gateway to this time and place. That maybe he shouldn't have gone about it the way he did. He was just afraid I would run and not stay to listen to him a become a friend to him. I said friends don't like to be held captive a friend wouldn't do that to another friend. People don't exactly take well to locks and keys. Freedom is something we all value. All you had to do was respect me and I would like to have been your friend to be part of your world, but you destroyed your chances my friend. He said give me one more try please, I am so alone and only wish for a some companionship and if you ever feel I am entrapping you, you are free to leave. Well I said I'll think about it and he smiled. This was the beginning of our on and off relationship, that would last even to this day. Me his Devils Minion, that's the name I give myself, and my lord and master Armand. For years Everywhere I turned there he was he truly sufficated me, he took my life and made it his. The only way to escape from him was the drink, I never thought of myself as a alchohalic, even though it is in my family and they do say it is hereditary. But it was the only place that I could forget about his control on me. Alchohol made me forget. It saved me, no matter what Armand said. He tried to tell me that it was eating away at me. I told him that it was the alchohal, it was him. He was there where ever I went. I was still his prisoner and he was always telling me what to do but he couldn't tell me not to drink I was in charge of that. He even gave me a amulet that had his blood in it. He said it would protect me from all others of his kind but I felt it was my dog tag, that I was his pet. Well years went on like this where ever I turned there he was, watching from me, learning from me, but never giving me what I truly wanted. As time went on I started getting sicker and sicker, it was the drink it was the mind it was everything. I was dying inside and out. Even though I knew I was killing myself with the alchohal it was my only escape. Then my good friend Armand came to me in my deadly state and decided that he couldn't lose me even in death, so finally after all this time he gave me what I asked many years before he gave me life eternal. Death wasn't going to get me. After the dark gift was finnally given to me I need a teacher and I turned to Armand. Would you believe it I really turned to him, after all this running and escaping him I was coming to him in open arms. He was ecstatic his Devil's Minion was coming home to him at last. After a period of time I did leave him but not for long every once in a while we do see each other and I learned in time that he was not as bad as a guy as a thought he was. A son could never leave his father for to long he always has to come back. And as they say you can never live without your family and he is my family. It would be rather lonesome other wise.

Sorry I was out of my mind on my last line, I wrote that quite a while ago, maybe I should even erase that, but I did it and will leave it so. Life is much different though. First of all I got rid of that pain in the a--. I think you know the word but maybe not the person. Well it is Amadeo, otherwise know as Armand de Romanus or Andrei for his closest friends(giggles). Thank god I left him. I am now a free vampire to roam the world without a leach. (laughing to himself) I also have gone back to my writing, freelancing mostly, but on my own terms. Have also traveled the world a bit. England, checking out David's homeland, where I had visited him for a while.I Also roamed the streets and of Paris, avoiding Armand at all costs and went a few other places, but can't think of them at the moment.

Then time all stopped and I heard the fool did a really stupid thing, Armand that is. Lestat came back from his Theological quest,but that is another story. After arriving Lestat brought back the shroud of Turan and Armand got a bit excited and went out in daylight, right on the steps of a Cathedral, and at the time supposedly burned to ashes. So I have come to New York to see if this is really true. I mean he might be a leach, a pestulance, and a fool, but I can't not care. So here I am in New York and trying to see if this is true or not but I fear the worse.