I Shall Never Write Again
Koj Dane
2/05/00

Disclaimers: I don't own Anne Rice's vampires she does. All rights reserved.

Created Chapters: No

Spoilers: Through The Vampire Armand

Daniel

How do you write a letter to your fans and tell them "no more" or that when you mean to write something meaningful it is trashed. I created Anne Rice to publish the best interview ever then Lestat took over. I didn't mind Lestat doing that, his insights are much better than mine are plus he writes so much better. I did turn out books though in Anne's name maybe you read them Violin, Servant of the Bones, Cry to Heaven, The Feast of All Saints, The Mummy and that The Lives of the Mayfair Witches series.

They were all big failures.

You think you write something that is meaningful and will make people think. I was shocked with how well Interview with a Vampire did… I was only 18 and I had Armand by my side so I thought I could do anything. Lets look at my life now, shall we?

Armand is gone.

My books are failures.

I managed to piss Louis off which started a chain reaction around the Coven.

I think what really gets to me is no one ever took me seriously. Lets face it you love me or you hate me: there is no middle ground for me. I feel like a minor character in my own life. When I was younger I knew what I wanted: I wanted to be a famous writer with a nice house in the middle of a wooded lot in Vermont. Boy did I miss my mark by a country mile, huh?

Why am I telling you this? I know you must be wondering that by now and I don't blame you. When you see me I'm usually with Armand, Lestat or Louis not by myself and not in first person. I'm afraid to let you in because I'm afraid you will think I am a disaster. I came here to find peace of mind; this is what I'm good at writing… well what I thought I was good at.

I'm penniless and wandering the streets of Rome right now, incase you are wondering. I know you are not but I thought I'd let my ego inflate a little. I've come here to die and I want you all to be my witnesses. No, I'm not going to get the poetic death I really wanted to die in my Beloved's arm but I'm not that poetic. I have a new book I tried to get published called The Olde Crone and I've sent it to publisher after publisher and no one will publish it. I have to pay them to publish my work because of my "track record" with my other novels. One company even said they'd print it over my dead body.

That sounded like a good idea to me.

It was a great idea to Lestat, Louis, Santino, Eric, Mael, Armand, Marius, Benji, Sybelle, Jessie, Khayman and Pandora. So I thought what the hell maybe my death would bring up book sales. So this is the last thing I will write to you and for you. I would've written this to Armand but maybe this will mean more to you.

If this does then send this… notion to Armand, he won't believe you but try if you can, tell him that I did love him. I ask only one more thing of you… do not tell him where I died. I don't want to be brought back to life because he feels guilty at our parting words. I don't feel guilty… I really don't feel anything at all.

I'm not worried about the afterlife, I've read every possible book there is on Hell and I'm ready to go there. Earth is more of a Hell then Hell is. Does that make sense? My logic hasn't been the greatest lately and I know I'm confusing anyway.

How do I end this little tragic hero monologue of mine? I got myself into this so I should get myself out. For all the time we have spent together I thank you for it. I have grown so much in my life, much more than I excepted I ever would, and that is your fault. Yes, I do thank you and I wanted to send this last moment of my life with you. I am getting on a plane and I am going to the Villa of Mysteries and that will be the end of me. If you happen to be heading that way come and say "Hi" will you? Maybe you will read The Olde Crone if it comes out in bookstores. I hope you like it and think of me once in a while because I will think of you.

Love,
Daniel Molloy