I am lord and master of my own island, I am the Devil’s minion and he grants my every wish.

(DANIEL) A little more vermouth next time, Rashid. (REAL RASHID) I can make another. (DANIEL) No, it’s good. It’s just his were better.

He must try longer, more daring adventures: all the way to Port-au-Prince or San Francisco, or Rome, or Madrid or Lisbon, it didn’t matter, as long as Armand was safely landed by dawn.

Armand observed everything, passengers, stewardesses; he spoke with the pilots; he lay back in the deep first-class seats listening to the engines roar. Double-decker jets particularly enchanted him.

(DANIEL) “Rest.” He said that to me too. (ARMAND) “Rest. Shhh-shh-shh-shh. Rest now.” (DANIEL) A bunch of words. But it started with “Rest.”

But now it was a concentrated exploration; they must spend the entire night in the air. Flying to Boston, then Washington, then to Chicago, then back to New York City, was not unusual.

(DANIEL) “(...) Fuck these vampires.” That’s her last entry, unless you’re sitting on more of those ripped-out pages? (ARMAND) You have everything we have. Unless you’re sitting on something behind your encrypted laptop?

Daniel had always been a compulsive traveler, he had fled Armand to cities worldwide, and certainly he and Armand had taken planes together. Nothing new in that.

Next it was computers. He was filling disk after disk with his secret writings. He rented additional apartments in Manhattan to house his word processors and video game machines.

(ARMAND) You were not to leave Mr. Molloy alone. (DANIEL) He didn’t. Stood by the hand dryer like a creep.

(ARMAND) Rest. DANIEL slams his face on the wall.

“But I don’t want it to end now. I don’t want to continue unless you—” Armand’s face changed slightly. Faint look of surprise. “I don’t want you to die.” Daniel said nothing.

“Years ago,” Armand interrupted, “it wouldn’t have mattered to me, all this.” “What do you mean?”

Whenever Daniel had tasted the vampiric blood, he had glimpsed for one instant that great glittering mesh of knowledge, connections, half-understood visions.

(DANIEL) Saturday. It was Saturday. But we met on Tuesday. So I was the house pet for, what, one, two, three, four days?

Armand sat before the slow-moving film for hours, watching his own hair, cut at sunrise, slowly growing against the satin as he lay motionless with closed eyes.