LOUIS: Lestat killed two, sometimes three a night.

A fresh young girl, that was his favorite for the first of the evening.

For the seconds he preferred a gilded, beautiful youth.

But the snob in him loved hunting in society. And the blood of the aristocrats thrilled him best of all.

LESTAT: The trick is not to think about it. You see that one? The widow St. Clair?

She had that gorgeous young fop murder her husband.

LOUIS: How do you know?

LESTAT: Read her thoughts.

LESTAT: Read her thoughts.

LOUIS: I can't.

LESTAT: The dark gift is different for each of us.

But one thing is true of everyone. We grow stronger as we go along.

Just take my word for it. She blamed a slave for his murder.

Imagine what they did to him. The evildoers are easier. And they taste better...