The seamless sea

Have five months really passed? I confess, I am in a haze.

All was silence in my black mausoleum, the life of the swamps cackling above me. My dreams, invaded by the curious calling of a sea-bird. My memories so vague and incomplete. Paris,Nickie, fire... Lestat laughing. I remember the rain lashing my face as I ran. Remember too, taking flight above Paris. The emotions I felt made no sense, so wanting to be away from Nicki, to bury myself in the earth of my swamps once again. I had no memory of what had gone before. Only that I was suddenly alone, trudging seemingly nowhere and getting nowhere. What was the point to it all? Why was I not blessed with death?
These feelings were new to me and very much not my own. I love the blood hunters life or un-life, if you will. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I could recall a visit to Nicolas. There had been a curious silence between us then an unfathomable blinding rage... After that, I remember nothing but silence and the familiarity of my hungry crocodiles waiting to be fed - as I must feed.

So, it was that woke me - hunger? For blood or answers, it didn't seem to matter which for my mind was so full of voices and questions. More than one of my children was awake, I could feel them. How was that possible? Quinn gave me nothing! Pierre, everything! We had a connection of destruction and violence that fed my soul. From this great distance, he was trying to be mindful of my presence and impress me - my blessed Pierre! Even as I forced my way through the earth, I knew that Quinn must be actively seeking me out, at last! His energy was so defiant and pure compared to Pierre's.

It was all too much! Weakness from not feeding, this black unfathomable sadness and Quinn barking at me from the ether! Pounding with my fists, I finally tasted air and gasped to find the names, calling out "Quinn, Nickie, Pierre!!" In one strange, garbled scream.