Armand


Appears in Novels:

* Interview With the Vampire
* The Vampire Lestat
* The Queen of the Damned
* Memnoch the Devil
* The Vampire Armand
* Blood and Gold


Basic Information:

Other names: Andrei, Amadeo
Time when made: 1481
Age: Over 500
Age when made: 17
Place of birth: Kiev, Russia
Place when made: Venice, Italy
Parents: Father - Ivan
Maker: Marius
Fledglings: Daniel
Paramours: Marius, Bianca, Sybelle, Benji, Louis
State: Living


Appearance:

Hair: Long, tangled mess of auburn curls
Eyes: Deep brown, large eyes circled in dark lashes, expressed innocence, eyes a little too big for his face, youthful eyes
Face: Hard whiteness of his innocentlooking face, angelic countenance, beardless, boyish face, the smooth boyish cheeks
Mouth: The angel's mouth, serene
Body Shape: Fine bone-structure, 5"6 tall, hands are as delicate as those of a young woman, perfectly formed limbs
Skin Tone: Radiant, wondrously pale, shining white and poreless
Present Style: Heavy denim garments, tight pants, and a zippered jacket, he surely passed for human, a street vagabond maybe


Mortal and Immortal Life:

Armand was born with a given name of Andrei in the late 15th Century, in the ruined city of Kiev Rus on the southern steppes of Russia, known as the Golden Horde. From his boyhood he was blessed with the ability to create icons and was taken by his father, Ivan, to the Monastery of the Caves to practice his gift. There he learnt the ways of the monks in the Orthodox Church. He seemed content to live among these self-sacrificing monks, devoting himself utterly to God. The monks were so impressed with Andrei's work that they told him that he possessed an unearthly gift, a Gift from God. But his father felt the monks were wasting his son's gift. Over time, tension between Ivan and the monks increased. Refusing to allow his son to remain in the monastery where the monks ritualistically buried themselves in the earth and waited to die to be with their God, Ivan instructed Andrei to paint an icon and ride with him to the Grasslands to give the icon to Prince Michael. On this dangerous journey, for the Grasslands were being constantly invaded by the dread Tartars, the small party was attacked. Andrei saw his father shot with an arrow and was himself captured and taken to Constantinople where he was sold into a brothel.

Refusing to give in to the acts he was instructed to commit, believing them to be against God, he was beaten and starved. In despair, he slowly forced himself to forget his former life and willed his own death. He was, however, discovered by Marius, a sixteen hundred year old Roman vampire and a painter, purchased him and brought him to his villa in Venice to live amongst his apprentices. Andrei could not remember his name and Marius gave him the name Amadeo, meaning 'beloved of God'.

Along with the other apprentices Marius kept, Amadeo learnt to read and write, play the lute and sing. He took Marius's paintings to churches and chapels, collected payments and bargained for the pigments and oils which Marius needed for his work. Marius was enchanted by Amadeo's beauty and his dependency. To Marius, Amadeo was a wounded boy whose blend of sadness and simplicity was too great to resist. He did a painting of Amadeo called 'The Temptation of Amadeo' which was eventually collected by the Talamasca and placed in her cellars following the burning of Marius' villa in 1499. But Amadeo could not remember his former life and he seemed scared to touch the paint brushes.

Amadeo came to love the other apprentices but he knew from the beginning that he was not meant for the university as they were, he was meant for Marius. He was utterly devoted to Marius, as he had been to the brothels, giving into the caresses and acts which he deprived himself of in them. With the carnal caresses, came also the blood kisses. Amadeo understood from the beginning that Marius was not mortal though he had no understanding of what exactly he was.

Marius attempted, if half-heartedly, to make Amadeo hunger for mortal life, to the pleasures that awaited him amongst mortals but Amadeo stubbornly refused to acknowledge any desire other than the desire to remain with Marius. Marius continually sent him away for periods of time to explore and fall in love with the world of mortals. Though Amadeo obeyed and did as Marius instructed, it was clear that mortal life held nothing for Amadeo any longer. He enjoyed the mortal pleasures he experienced but he always returned, stubbornly wanting the blood kisses, wanting only to be with Marius.

He went frequently to the house of Bianca, a young courtesan whose house was always open to artists, poets and noblemen. She reminded Marius of Bottecelli's paintings and he often painted her likeness, sometimes giving her the portraits as a gift. Bianca became a confidante for Amadeo and he frequently fleed to her house when he was upset with Marius. He could not understand why Marius constantly sent him away to revel in mortal pleasures and then became angry if Amadeo did enjoy the pleasures he sent him to seek out.

In the hopes of making Marius jealous and to show his own independence, Amadeo allowed himself to be seduced by a drunken Englishman, the Earl of Harlech. Realizing that the Lord was slightly mad and becoming obsessed with him, begging Amadeo to run away with him to England, Amadeo fleed but, fearing to return to Marius after this betrayal, and still furious with him, he went to Bianca's and seduced her. She convinced him to return home that, although Marius did not mind his being in the company of many, such as the brothels, Marius might not want him in the company of one. Amadeo returned to the villa.

Marius was furious with him and beat him for his irresponsibility, telling him that Lord Harlech was a dangerous man to fall afoul of. Amadeo accepted the beating, happy just to have Marius's full attention once again. In a way his betrayal succeeded, he had what he wanted, Marius' complete attention. In a final attempt to make Amadeo understand what it would mean if he became as Marius was, he allowed Amadeo to see him feed but Amadeo felt nothing for the poor beggar who fell dead at Marius' feet.

Furious with Amadeo and determined to make him see the horror or it, to feel pity on those who had to die to assuage Marius' hunger, he took him to Bianca's where he told Amadeo the truth about her. That, under the instructions of her cousin, who held sway over her and set her up in Venice, she poisoned certain men who were guests under her roof though she knew nothing of the innocence or guilt of her victims. This made her evil and fair game for his hunger, just as was the beggar. Bianca, crying, admited her guilt. Marius finally got the reaction from Amadeo he had been searching for. Horror. Amadeo pleaded for Bianca's life, beseeching Marius that it was not Bianca who should die as she was only doing what she had to do for her own survival. That she was not the evil one, the evil one was her cousin. Marius, who admired Bianca, did not harm her, instead, turning his hunger onto the men who hold sway over her. Amadeo watched the slaughter.

Marius periodically left the villa for periods of time, telling Amadeo only that he went to care for Those Who Must Be Kept, but refusing to tell Amadeo what these beings were. While Marius was away on one of these excursions, Lord Harlech, madly in love with the angelic appearing Amadeo, discovered where he lived and in a drunken rage, went to Marius' villa to confront Amadeo. He killed several of the young apprentices who got in his way. Amadeo, though trained with dagger and sword, was inexperienced compared to Lord Harlech. But with the help of Riccardo, one of the older apprentices, they were eventually able to fatally wound Lord Harlech. Unfortunately, Amadeo received wounds to his face and left arm. He quickly fell ill and it was discovered that Lord Harlech's blade was poisoned.

Amadeo fell gravely ill and was cared for by Bianca until Marius' return. It was clear that Marius had to make the decision once and for all, to make Amadeo a vampire or allow him to die. And so, at the mortal age of seventeen, Amadeo was born to darkness.

For months his life seemed idyllic. He and Marius often took the same victim, Amadeo the throat, Marius the wrist. Though Amadeo's thirst was great because he was new in the blood, under Marius' tutelage, he was able to control his thirst and only took a victim every fourth night. But Amadeo began to think more and more of his lost past which had come back to him in fleeting dreams during his previous fatal illness. Using the air gift, which Amadeo had not yet acquired, Marius carried Amadeo back to the frigid wastelands of his birth. Amadeo made amends with his past, discovering his father did not die when the Tartars attacked but, despite many arrow wounds received after fighting valiantly to save his son. Amadeo explained to his father that he succeeded while concealing his identity. He made his son successfully ride out that day into the Grasslands. Because of him, Amadeo was sent to a wondrous land and had gained riches. He finally left his father with a fortune in rings and coins. Amadeo's mother recognized him immediately and placed into his hands one of the precious icons he had made when he was a child. Feeling he could now move on, Amadeo and Marius returned to the villa in Venice.

However, this idyllic life came to an end one night when a satanic coven of vampires, led by Santino, took Amadeo from Marius. Many more of Marius' mortal children were also taken from him and put aboard a ship bound for Rome. The last image Amadeo had of his Master was of the evil coven surrounding him, overwhelming him with their sheer numbers, and setting him alight. And his villa had been burnt down.

In Rome, Amadeo watched in horror as the coven threw the mortal children in the flames as they celebrated their Sabbot and the death of the renegade, Marius. He was then thrown into a cell and starved for five nights. On the sixth night he was brought a victim and, mad from starvation and grief, he fed upon the victim blindly. Only afterwards he did realized that the boy was Riccardo. Insane, Amadeo tore the body apart to fit the pieces through the bars of his cell so he did not have to gaze upon Riccardo's eyes.

For weeks Amadeo was left in the misery of the cell, his time only interrupted when Allesandra came to him and tried to comfort him, rocking him and singing comforting words. She was his only solace.

Finally, Santino, the leader of the Roman Coven, released Amadeo and began instructing him in the ways of the Children of Darkness, explaining to him that Marius had been a renegade and had to be destroyed. That God decreed that the vampires lived in darkness and brought suffering, be a scourge upon the earth. Marius had defied the covens and, therefore, had defied God.

During his instruction, Amadeo hunted with Santino and Allesandra and he was also taught the Great Laws, rituals, incantations and folklore. Allesandra decided that the name Amadeo, meaning 'beloved of God' was not appropriate for a Child of Darkness. She renamed him Armand.

Armand was initiated into the Children of Darkness and followed it's laws. When it was discovered that the Coven Leader of the Parisian Coven had deserted his flock, Santino decreed that Armand went to Paris to become the new leader. Allesandra volunteered to go with him.

For 300 years Armand was faithful to the Old Ways of Santino, even after Santino himself deserted the Roman coven and disappeared. He had become a scruffy, filthy creature of the night who practiced the satanic rituals beneath Les Innocents cemetery. He perfected the ways of the kill to a degree that he considered spiritual, yet never himself making another vampire. To get victims, he conjured up visions that seduced those people who wished to die, so that they came to him unresisting. He taught his coven of vampires to practice secrecy and to live as demons. Armand did not actually believe the doctrines he taught but believed in what they were, because they provided a sense of identity and continuity. This little world he created was shattered when Lestat and Gabrielle became vampires and walked boldly among mortals, even entering sacred places. Their behavior showed that his rituals were based on lies and it planted doubts in the minds of Armand's coven about following these rituals.

This enraged Armand, who leaded his coven against Lestat and Gabrielle. It was too late, however, the damage was done. The coven would no longer trust and support Armand. Armand then took his frustration out on his coven and destroyed all but four vampires, who managed to escape. Allesandra started the slaughter by throwing herself voluntarily into the flames. Armand then cleaned himself up and presented himself in the full glory of his beauty, to try to lure Lestat to him in a different way.

To Lestat, Armand was like a "flash of heaven" in the pit of Hell. He seemed to offer a promise of love and great intimacy - the state of grace Lestat sought. However, Armand's allure was deceptive. He invited Lestat close, then bit him to suck into himself Lestat's power. They battled and Lestat won, but out of compassion he took Armand with him to his lair. When Armand recovered, he used telepathic images to convey his story to Gabrielle and Lestat.

Lestat described Armand as a manipulative absorber, "the embodiment of thirst itself." Armand seemed to Lestat to fall easily under the spell of an idea or person that represented to him a spiritual extreme; then, however, he wanted to take control. He believed nothing, craved nothing, and existed in a void of deepening despair, though the burden of immortality seemed never to have defeated him. Lestat believed that Armand had no substance; as such, Armand symbolized the essence of vampirism on both a spiritual and physical lever.

Armand begged to be allowed to accompany Lestat and Gabrielle, but they resisted, believing he might be too treacherous in his dependency. Instead, they gave him their tower lair for his own use and urged him to join with the surviving members of his former coven who had began planning the Theatre des Vampires, using the old abandoned theatre of Lestat's.

Armand reluctantly accepted. He built a mansion filled with books and lived there as a "gentleman," riding about Paris in a carriage and managing the theater. However, he disliked what the vampires had become with their cheap theatrics. Nursing his bitterness, he later repaid Lestat for these years of rejection by throwing him off the tower when Lestat sought his assistance after Claudi's attack.

Over the years, while Armand managed the theater group, he kept his eyes open for a kindred soul. Louis arrived, Lestat's fledgling, which was described in Interview With the Vampire, and seemed to Armand to be the perfect companion. Louis was attracted to Armand's calm and unhurried, hypnotic manner. He knew nothing of Lestat's former encounter with Armand and Armand did not tell him. Louis understood that Armand attempted to present the maximum truth, while simultaneously being deceptive. As leader of the coven that operated the now famous Theatre des Vampires, he was an actor, appearing both innocent and cruel, simple and complex.

Armand claimed to Louis that, at four hundred years of age, he was the oldest living vampire (which at the time he might believe to be true as he still believed Marius had already been destroyed). He invited Louis to the Theatre des Vampires. Louis looked to him for wisdom and information about the supernatural, but Armand merely advised Louis to look to the power within himself for answers. He was drawn to Louis as he though Louis was a vampire with passion who could connect him to the nineteenth century. Armand attempted to seduce Louis to become his companion. Louis resisted. When Louis refused to leave Claudia, Armand then engineered Claudia's destruction.

Before destroying Claudia, he attempted to give her what she truly wanted, the body of a woman. He conducted gruesome experiments, cutting off her head and sewing it to a woman's body in a Frankenstein-like frenzy. The experiments failed and he left her, broken and maimed, in the sun to burn and, in this way, hid what he had done from Louis. After Louis' revenge to the Theatre des Vampires, he and Louis travelled together without really connecting, and eventually Armand drifted away. For Louis, Armand had become a mirror of the only thing he could hope to be: an evil, cunning destroyer; for Armand, Louis had become a reflection of Armand's own inner emptiness. Louis believed that Armand had gone away to die, so he placed Armand's coffin in his family crypt, then removed it and smashed it to pieces.

But Armand was more resilient that either Louis or Lestat gave him credit for. He tried again to draw Lestat to him and became his companion but in vain. Not until Daniel arrived in New Orleans in the 1970's did Armand find the companion he wanted. He fell completely in love with Daniel and used him to connect with the mortal world. When Daniel's tormenting thirst for immortality, which he had suffered since discovered by Louis and told the tale of Louis' transformation, overcame him and he started to die in an alcoholic stupor, Armand saved him with the vampire's kiss in 1985, after a twelve year relationship. He and Daniel joined the fight with the other vampires against Akasha, the Queen of the Vampires, who had risen and wanted to rule the world. As the vampires joined together to discuss their strategy, Armand was reunited with his ancient Master, Marius.

The vampires who banded together to defeat Akasha had gathered at Armand's Night Island, a paradise Armand had created which stayed open all night for people to shop or gamble. There, they remained together for a time before slowly drifting apart, so as to Daniel, he and Armand also split up. Armand believed a vampire would inevitably come to hate its creator, so he knew in making Daniel immortal that he was setting into motion the end of their relationship. At the time of The Vampire Armand, Armand knew that Daniel was alive, wandering, and powerful enough to survive on his own. Armand knew that by making Daniel a vampire he turned his romanticism of the morbid into something far darker and more dangerous, but he did not at this time seem to know that Daniel was going mad.

By the time Lestat wrote The Tale of the Body Thief, he was no longer sure where Armand was. Raglan James, however, indicates that Armand had abandoned Night Island, which he created as a sort of paradise for vampires to gather, and disappeared.

When Lestat needed to find David in New Orleans, he saw him through Armand's eyes, then met them both in City Park. Armand had come to New Orleans because he was worried about Lestat. Despite their uneven history, Lestat admited to a strong affection for Armand. Lestat told him about the Ordinary Man named Memnoch who claimed to be the Devil and wanted Lestat to accompany him to Heaven and Hell. Armand warned Lestat not to go. He was suspicious that Memnoch was making a moral issue of Lestat's involvement with the Devil's dispute with God.

Nevertheless, Lestat went, and when he returned from his ordeal in Hell and described what had happened, the story shook Armand. He believed that Lestat had seen God. Armand begged to drink from Lestat to determine whether he had truly partaken of the blood of Christ, but Lestat refused him. Then Lestat showed him Veronica's Veil and claimed that Christ himself entrusted it to him. Armand was shattered by this evidence.

These revelations brought Armand back full circle to his original religious fervor as part of Santino's vampire coven. When Dora took the veil to display it to the public, Armand decided to sacrifice himself in the sun to confirm the miracle and as an offering to God. He was completely enveloped by it, and, to Lestat's horror, destroyed himself in a blaze of fire. His example drew other vampires, who likewise killed themselves in surrender to what they took to be the supreme religious truth.

But Armand did not die in the flames. As the sun blackened his skin, Armand saw visions and heard the piano Sonata 'The Appassionata'. He saw an Arab boy, Benji, praying for a demon to take his soul if only to save his Sybelle (the young woman who is playing the Sonata), saved her from her clever, viscous-tongued brother. Armand appeared to the trio and killed the brother. He believed this all to have been a dream but he later discovered that it actually occurred though he could not explain how for, burned and losing consciousness in the face of the sun, Armand fell from the sky onto a snow covered rooftop, where he laid deeply encased in the snow, listening for Sybelle's music and hearing Benji's calls for him to come and help them get rid of the brother's body.

Armand laid there for many nights, trapped beneath the night, burned and weakened. He sensed Marius and Santino thinking of him as the two of them scavenged through the forensic labs to destroy the remains and clothing of the vampires that had gone into the sun following Armand's example.

Armand began to wonder how he could have killed the evil brother of Sybelle. Armand thought it an illusion when he had gone into the sun. Finally he called to Benji to rescue him from the rooftop. Both Benji and Sybelle came to rescue Armand and carried him to their luxurious apartment. Under Armand's instructions, Benji lured an evil-doer to the apartment for Armand to take as a victim for Armand's tortured body, which was no more than blackened skin over a skeleton, needed the blood in order to heal. Armand healed quickly and became happier than he had ever been in his entire immortal existence. He gained strength from his mortal companions and lavished his wealth on them.

Armand continued to think, however, of Lestat's journey to heaven and hell. Finally he had determined to drink from Lestat who had fallen into the deep sleep on the floor of the chapel in an abandoned orphanage which he owned, protected by his fledglings Louis and David. Armand wanted to search the blood for visions of Christ, to discover the truth once and for all. Armand ignored the warnings from the other vampires who had gathered around Lestat while he laid in the deep sleep. They told Armand that others havd attempted to drink from Lestat but he had not allowed it, striking out and destroying the other vampires before lapsing back into his sleep. Risking his own destruction, Armand put Benji and Sybelle in Marius's care, and knelt before Lestat. With reverence, he began to drink and Lestat did not strike out against him. He saw visions of Christ in a torn and bloody white robe.

Dazed, Armand wandered the ancient orphanage where Lestat laid in the abandoned chapel. Marius took Benji and Sybelle to his villa on the outskirts of New Orleans, not thinking it wise for them remain among the vampires in the chapel. While wandering the orphanage, David approached Armand and convinced him to dictate the story of his life. David wrote down Armand's every word and later published the account as The Vampire Armand.

The following night, Armand went to Marius's villa to be with Benji and Sybelle. As he approached he listened to Sybelle playing the Appassionata, a piece of music which had become an obsession for her. For years she had played nothing else, playing the Appassionata over and over in different ways. But as he listened to the music, he noticed a different quality to Sybelle's interpretations. He then realized the truth, Marius had made both Sybelle and Benji into vampires. Armand was filled with despair and fury but Marius explained to him that what he did, he did out of love. He knew Armand would never have granted them the gift of immortality and they would have come to hate him for it. He knew Armand's love for them and theirs for him was pure, and now they would have each other for eternity. Armand, though saddened, accepted this. As he sat with Marius in the yard beneath a tree, listening to Sybelle's music, they heard another sound. Lestat had risen from his long sleep, seduced by the rapturous music. They stood as he approached and asked if Sybelle would play the Appassionata again for him. Armand leaded Lestat into the villa and made the request to Sybelle. She began playing the Appassionata again for Lestat.



Descriptions in the Novels:

Interview With The Vampire
"...it turned so that I saw the barest gleam of light on the hair and then the stark, white face. A strange face, broader and not so gaunt as the other, a large dark eye that was holding me steadily. A whisper came from the lips, though they never appeared to move..... that same whisper from the smooth, expressionless face......." by Louis
"that vampire with the auburn hair, that detached one..... He gave me the very feeling that he knew what I was doing, and his still posture and his deep, brown eyes seemed to say there was no use in what I was thinking...... his ageless eyes circled in dark lashes. His lips were very still, but as I stared at him he seemed to smile without making even the slightest movement. I watched him all the harder, convinced it was some powerful illusion I could penetrate with keen attention; and the more I watched, the more he seemed to smile and finally to be animated with a soundless whispering, musing, singing. I could hear it like something curling in the dark, as wallpaper curls in the blast of a fire or paint peels from the face of a burning doll. I had the urge to reach for him, to shake him violently so that his still face would move, admit to this soft singing; and suddenly I found him pressed against me, his arm around my chest, his lashes so close I could see them matted and gleaming above the incandescent orb of his eye, his soft, tasteless breath against my skin. It was delirium...I saw his radiant face, as I had never seen Lestat's face, white and poreless and sinewy and male." by Louis
"I found myself with my hand outstretched, touching his face; but he was a distance away from me, as if he'd never moved near me, making no attempt to brush my hand away. I drew back, flushed, stunned." by Louis
"I wish I could describe his manner of speaking, how each time he spoke he seemed to arise out of a state of contemplation very like that state into which I felt I was drifting, from which it took so much to wrench myself; and yet he never moved, and seemed at all times alert." by Louis
"...his large eyes narrowing, then fixing on the depths of the fire. This was the first time since he had come for me that he had looked away from me, and I found myself looking at him unwatched....It seemed he possessed an aura and even though his face was very young, which I knew meant nothing, he appeared infinitely old, wise. I could not define it, because I could not explain how the youthful lines of his face, how his eyes expressed innocence and this age and experience at the same time." by Louis
"It was not that I did not love her; rather, it was that I knew I loved her only too well, that the passion for her was as great as the passion for Armand. And I fled them both now, letting the desire for the kill rise in me like a welcome fever, threatening consciousness, threatening pain." by Louis
The Vampire Lestat
"The creature wasn't dressed as men dress now. Rather he wore a belted tunic, very graceful, and stockings on his wellshaped legs. His sleeves were deep, hanging at his sides....This was a boy, as I had said, and he had a head of long curly hair, and he walked very straight and very simply through the silvery light and into the church....his face was shining white, and perfect, the countenance of a god it seemed, a Cupid out of Caravaggio, seductive yet ethereal, with auburn hair and dark brown eyes....nothing so startled me about him, this inhuman creature, as the manner in which he was staring at us....And yet I felt such a longing for him, such a longing to fall into him and follow him and be led by him, that all my longings of the past seemed nothing at all. He was all mystery to me as Magnus had been. Only he was beautiful, indescribably beautiful, and there seemed in him an infinite complexity and depth which Magnus had not possessed....He was perfectly the god out of Caravaggio, the light playing on the hard whiteness of his innocentlooking face. Then he put his arm about my waist, slipping it under my cloak. His touch was so strange, so sweet and enticing, and the beauty of his face so entrancing that I didn't move away." by Lestat
"The change in him was so startling and so ghastly that I found myself holding my breath. His angelic countenance appeared to wither, his eyes widening and his mouth twisting down in consternation. His entire body became quite deformed as if he were trying not to grit his teeth and clench his fists....His long auburn hair was tossed about, his brown eyes enormous as he looked up. And for all the gentle innocence of his face, his will was rolling over me, a hot stream of commands" by Lestat
"I realized quite clearly what he was not demon or angel at all, but a sensibility forged in a dark time when the small orbs of the sun traveled the dome of the heavens, and the stars were no more than tiny lanterns describing gods and goddesses upon a closed night...That was what he was, a child of olden days when witches had danced beneath the moon and knights had battled dragons....Ah, sad lost child, roaming the catacombs beneath a great city and an incomprehensible century. Maybe your mortal form is more fitting than I supposed. But there was no time to mourn for him, beautiful as he was." by Lestat
The Queen Of The Damned
"I was perhaps seventeen years old when Marius made me a vampire. I had stopped growing by that time. For a year I'd been five feet six inches. My hands are as delicate as those of a young woman, and I was beardless, as we used to say in those times, the years of the sixteenth century. Not a eunuch, no, not that, most certainly, but a boy." by Armand
".....he had seen the moon strike the boyish face, the auburn hair...... And the auburn hair clipped short and the fingernails gleaming dully even in this semidarkness...... The voice had been gently with a trace of an accent. Not European; something sharper yet softer at the same time. Arabic or Greek perhaps, that kind of music. The words were slow and without anger." by Daniel
"My world trembles and I think of him, my Amadeo, my Armand. The emotions he felt were suddenly as bittersweet as music, the blended orchestral melodies of recent centuries, the tragic strains of Brahms or Shostakovich which he had come to love.....He tightened his arms around Armand. He kissed Armand's lips, and his long loose vagabond hair. He ran his hand covetously over Armand's shoulders. He looked at the slim white hand he held in his own. Every detail he had sought to preserve forever on canvas; every detail he had certainly preserved in death....the memories that the timbre of the voice brought back. The palazzo with its coffered ceilings, beds draped in red velvet. The figure of this boy rushing up the marble staircase, his face flushed from the winter wind off the Adriatic, his brown eyes on fire.....No sorrow as when he thought of Armand beside him; just joy, impersonal and transcendent. A reason to remain alive." by Marius
"...the creature's mind was a perfect blank; not so much as a glimmer of personality escaped from it. A boy he'd been when he died, with straight dark auburn hair, and eyes a little too big for his face. But it was easy, suddenly, to filch the being's name from Daniel, his newborn fledgling who stood beside him. Armand.....Surely he was the same Armand of whom Louis and Lestat had both written the immortal with the form of a youth. And this meant that he was no more than five hundred years old, yet he veiled himself completely. Shrewd, cold he seemed, yet without flair-a stance that required no room in which to display itself." by Daniel
Memnoch The Devil
"I thought of Armand in those days, the immortal boy leader of Satan's Elect beneath the cemetery, who had made himself a dark saint, sending forth his ragged blood drinkers to torment mortals, to bring death, to spread fear and death like pestilence." by Lestat
"He sat on the stone park bench, boylike, casual, with one knee crooked, looking up at me with the predictable innocence, dusty all over, naturally, hair a long, tangled mess of auburn curls. Dressed in heavy denim garments, tight pants, and a zippered jacket, he surely passed for human, a street vagabond maybe, though his face was now parchment white, and even smoother than it had been when last we met. In a way, he made me think of a child doll, with brilliant faintly red-brown glass eyes doll that had been found in an attic. I wanted to polish him with kisses, clean him up, make him even more radiant than he was....His voice shocked me. If he had any French or Italian accent left, I couldn't hear it. His tone was melancholy and had no meanness in it at all." by Lestat
"Oh, the horror on Armand's face. In his old finery, he stood, heavy shopwindow velvet coat, modern lace, boots spiffed like glass. His face, the Botticelli angel still, torn with pain as he looked at me." by Lestat
"Armand had once again decked himself out in high-fashion velvet and embroidered lace, the kind of "romantic new look" one could find at any of the shops in the deep crevasse below us. His auburn hair was free and uncut and hung down in the way it used to do in ages long past, when as Satan's saint of the vampires of Paris, he would not have allowed himself the vanity to cut one lock of it. Only it was clean, shining clean, auburn in the light, and against the dark blood-red of his coat. And there were his sad and always youthful eyes looking at me, the smooth boyish cheeks, the angel's mouth." by Lestat
The Vampire Armand
"Your hair's like something spun from amber, as if the amber would melt and could be drawn from candle flames in long fine airy threads and let to dry that way to make all these shining tresses. You're sweet, boylike and pretty as a girl." by David
Blood And Gold
"For this boy had beauty as bountiful as Bianca's....And there I saw beauty, beauty which has always been my downfall, beauty as in Pandora, as in Avicus, as in Zenobia, as in Bianca, beauty in a new and celestial form. Heaven had cast down upon this stone floor an abandoned angel, of auburn curls and perfectly formed limbs, of fair and mysterious face....His soft reddish hair was loose and tangled. His flesh was pale and the bones of his face only faintly sharpened by his Slavic blood....the very angels whom he resembled in his purity and in his seeming innocence, starved as he was." by Marius
"It gave me chills to have my arms around this boy, to press my lips to his cheeks and chin, his forehead, his tender closed eyes....His beauty did not depend on his facial expression. It was stamped already on the face. It was all wrought up with his fine bones, serene mouth, and his auburn curls." by Marius
"His skin was wondrously pale, and his dark eyes fiercely bright. I ran my fingers through his auburn hair. Once again, he smiled at me so knowingly, with such a quiet air of triumph....Now I must read his facial expressions, his gestures, the depth of his secretive and faintly cruel brown eyes. Never had he been more beautiful, of course." by Marius
"I had him fixed as he walked through a narrow medieval street, never dreaming that I watched him from above in bitter silence. He was dressed in rags, his hair caked with filth, and when he found his first victim, he visited upon her a painful death which appalled me.....How firm, how clear was his voice. How certain he was of what he said. How quick he was to correct any Child of Satan who had not slain mortals ruthlessly. It was a man's voice I heard coming from the lips of the boy I once knew. It was chilling to me...At last I couldn't listen anymore. I was repelled....For years and years, he had been one of them. His mind, his soul, his body belonged to those he ruled; and nothing that I had taught him had given him the strength to fight them. He was not my Amadeo anymore....saying to myself in essence that he must free himself from the dark mentality of the coven on his own. I could not do it for him." by Marius