Victoria had never considered her vampirism a mistake.
It was a blessing, especially for an alchemist like her who bemoaned the short lifespan of humans, preventing most from accomplishing enough during their lifetime.
In a way, she'd gotten herself infected to enjoy the eternal life Vampires were bestowed with.
Of course, if she had a choice, she would have chosen someone else to be sired to.
Her first few years as a Creature of the Night had been less than ideal under the thumb of Lestat who was equally sired to Monarch Gregory.
It was a known fact that most Vampires would usually take on the characteristics of their Sire, most likely to appease them.
She hated that she'd nearly lost herself in the reverie that came with pleasing Lestat and moving according to his whims.
The only reason he'd let her go was because no matter how much he tried, she was never able to fully embody the femme fatale he wanted.
