In my final moments, I turned to him. I don’t know why, but I did.
Deep down, in the deepest, blackest, and most isolated parts of my heart, I loved Lestat. After all the pain I endured, I still saw him as my maker, my father even though I had never truly been his daughter.
From the moment I entered that house, I was doomed. Every single day, I existed knowing I was not wanted.I was a bandage for a ruined marriage. It was never about me. It was always Lestat and Louis, Louis and Armand. I was always an afterthought, the unwanted child, a mistake.
"Because you are built like a bird."
And truly, I was. With bones as fragile as a bird’s, I could not escape,I was trapped in my own body, in my own mind, caged by the men around me. No matter how much I ran, no matter how much I screamed and fought, I could never truly escape. Not from Lestat, not from Bruce, and never from Louis.
Claudia, the daughter of Louis de Pointe du Lac and Lestat de Lioncourt. A bird with broken wings, who, despite their fight, could not escape their cage. With hollow bones and a venomous tongue, she fought until the end.
Hated by all.
Loved by one.
As I shielded Madeleine from the sun’s rays, I looked back at him. An angry man he was, but he looked far too pathetic now. In my final moments, I looked to him for help. Because that’s all I could do.