What does this mean? To put it bluntly, if Akasha and Enkil should ever walk hand in hand 
into a furnace, we should all burn with them. Crush them to glittering dust, and we are 
annihilated.
  
  Ah, but there's hope. The pair haven't moved in over fifty centuries! Yes, that's 
correct. Except of course that Lestat claims to have wakened them both by playing a 
violin at the foot of their shrine. But if we dismiss his extravagant tale that Akasha 
took him in her arms and shared with him her primal blood, we are left with the more 
likely state of affairs, corroborated by stories of old, that the two have not batted an 
eyelash since before the fall of the Roman Empire. They've been kept all this time in a 
nice private crypt by Marius, an ancient Roman vampire, who certainly knows what's best 
for all of us. And it was he who told the Vampire Lestat never to reveal the secret.
  
  Not a very trustworthy confidant, the Vampire Lestat. And what are his motives for the 
book, the album, the films, the concert? Quite impossible to know what goes on in the 
mind of this fiend, except that what he wants to do he does, with reliable consistency. 
After all, did he not make a vampire child? And a vampire of his own mother, Gabrielle, 
who for years was his loving companion? He may set his sights upon the papacy, this 
devil, out of sheer thirst for excitement!
  
  So that's the gist: Loiiis, a wandering philosopher whom none of us can find, has 
confided our deepest moral secrets to countless strangers. And Lestat has dared to reveal 
our history to the world, as he parades his supernatural endowments before the mortal 
public.
  
  Now the Question: Why are these two still in existence? Why have we not destroyed them 
already? Oh, the danger to us from the great mortal herd is by no means a certainty. The 
villagers are not yet at the door, torches in hand, threatening to burn the castle. But 
the monster is courting a change in mortal perspective. And though we are too clever to 
corroborate for the human record his foolish fabrications, the outrage exceeds all 
precedent. It cannot go unpunished.
  
  Further observations: If the story the Vampire Lestat has told is true-and there are 
many who swear it is, though on what account they cannot tell you-may not the 
two-thousand-year-old Marius come forward to punish Lestat's disobedience? Or perhaps the 
King and Queen, if they have ears to hear, will waken at the sound of their names carried 
on radio waves around the planet. What might happen to us all if this should occur? Shall 
we prosper under their new reign? Or will they set the time for universal destruction? 
Whatever the case, might not the swift destruction of the Vampire Lestat avert it?
  
  The Plan: Destroy the Vampire Lestat and all his cohorts as soon as they dare to show 
themselves. Destroy all those who show him allegiance.
  
  A Warning: Inevitably, there are other very old blood with nauseating frequency only 
yesterday. You will know Lestat for what he is immediately. And it may not surprise you 
to be told that he plans to compound these unprecedented outrages by appearing "live" on 
stage in a debut concert in this very city. Yes, on Halloween, you guessed it.
  
  But let us forget for the moment the blatant insanity of his preternatural eyes 
flashing from every record store window, or his powerful voice singing out the secret 
names and stories of the most ancient among us. Why is he doing all this? What do his 
songs tell us? It is spelled out in his book. He has given us not only a catechism but a 
Bible.
  
  And deep into biblical times we are led to confront our first parents: Enkil and 
Akasha, rulers of the valley of the Nile before it was ever called Egypt. Kindly 
disregard the gobbledygook of how they became the first bloodsuckers on the face of the 
earth; it makes only a little more sense than the story of how life formed on this planet 
in the first place, or how human fetuses develop from microscopic cells within the wombs 
of their mortal mothers. The truth is we are descended from this venerable pair, and like 
it or no, there is considerable reason to believe that the primal generator of all our 
delicious and indispensable powers resides in one or the other of their ancient bodies. 
What does this mean? To put it bluntly, if Akasha and Enkil should ever walk hand in hand 
into a furnace, we should all burn with them. Crush them to glittering dust, and we are 
annihilated.
  
  Ah, but there's hope. The pair haven't moved in over fifty centuries! Yes, that's 
correct. Except of course that Lestat claims to have wakened them both by playing a 
violin at the foot of their shrine. But if we dismiss his extravagant tale that Akasha 
took him in her arms and shared with him her primal blood, we are left with the more 
likely state of affairs, corroborated by stories of old, that the two have not batted an 
eyelash since before the fall of the Roman Empire. They've been kept all this time in a 
nice private crypt by Marius, an ancient Roman vampire, who certainly knows what's best 
for all of us. And it was he who told the Vampire Lestat never to reveal the secret.
  
  Not a very trustworthy confidant, the Vampire Lestat. And what are his motives for the 
book, the album, the films, the concert? Quite impossible to know what goes on in the 
mind of this fiend, except that what he wants to do he does, with reliable consistency. 
After all, did he not make a vampire child? And a vampire of his own mother, Gabrielle, 
who for years was his loving companion? He may set his sights upon the papacy, this 
devil, out of sheer thirst for excitement!
  
  So that's the gist: Louis, a wandering philosopher whom none of us can find, has 
confided our deepest moral secrets to countless strangers. And Lestat has dared to reveal 
our history to the world, as he parades his supernatural endowments before the mortal 
public.
  
  Now the Question: Why are these two still in existence? Why have we not destroyed them 
already? Oh, the danger to us from the great mortal herd is by no means a certainty. The 
villagers are not yet at the door, torches in hand, threatening to burn the castle. But 
the monster is courting a change in mortal perspective. And though we are too clever to 
corroborate for the human record his foolish fabrications, the outrage exceeds all 
precedent. It cannot go unpunished.
  
  Further observations: If the story the Vampire Lestat has told is true-and there are 
many who swear it is, though on what account they cannot tell you-may not the 
two-thousand-year-old Marius come forward to punish Lestat's disobedience? Or perhaps the 
King and Queen, if they have ears to hear, will waken at the sound of their names carried 
on radio waves around the planet. What might happen to us all if this should occur? Shall 
we prosper under their new reign? Or will they set the time for universal destruction?