Monday, January 30, 2006chapter six: Louis the sudden Intro
* I love Louis as much as Lestat! He is my baby. I will try my best to keep to their characteristics.
We walked up the stairs together. Our stairs is the straight up kind. My room is shared with my brother. Tonight he wasn’t in. Must be over at Matt’s house playing games or discussing football. I told him to be careful because the door was low.
Why is it so small? You’re not hobbits.---------- Lestat queried, straightening inside. I pulled up a chair. He looked back at the door, which has a Don’t disturb me! sign. I had made it myself, drawn a rockstar bashing a guitar. It would be what is gonna happen to the person who does piss me off.
Me and my bro don’t have a separate room. You know why? He’s a baby still:- he can’t sleep alone. I have to comfort him. He used to wet himself.
My friend laughed. I picked up his question, “Oh why so small? My family, if you’ve noticed, are all shorties. We don’t grown too much. It’s troublesome to be tall unless you’re a herbivore like a giraffe.”
My bro’s personal area is on the left hand side. His walls are painted forest green. His things are messy, consisting of leftover pizza crusts, old notes, scraps, dirty socks and linen all thrown in a heap. Thank goodness they were all hidden tonight, no doubt under his own bed. His dump I mean. His favorite soccer stars from Germany to Italy are plastered all over the wall and ceiling facing him. They are in pristine condition.
“He will see them and kinda talk to them when he’s going to doze off.”
“That’s normal. Does he want to meet them up close?” he defended him. Male with male what do you expect?
“Definitely.” Lestat nodded, declining my offer to get him a snack. He crossed his legs. I flopped on my bed, running my hands over my small book collection which was beside it against the wall.
My area is painted a comforting sky blue. I’m neater than Marc, but not that freakish neat either! In our Bratford’s lineage, I take after my father’s side most, loving books and cherishing them like my kids. I have never torn a single page or folded them. You could not believe this, my father the violent type liking books.Mostly periodicals about the going ons of Shapers, The Laws According to the 16th high Council (which is a reference book), an art book, some fiction like Fearless, Amy Tan, ghost stories which I never dare to touch again.
Lestat flipped through the ghost stories, raising his brows. When I asked why, he said that the authors were really bad. They should not be published.
“All crap I must say. Figments of the imagination.. I know how ghosts are, more spooky than the descriptions made here.”
“You can see spirits?” I was thinking: cool! He shook his head and said he did not want to scare me.
I showed him my humble stamp collection, about 3 books. That’s because I just place them in random order of recency. If I grouped them in countries, I would need ten large shelves to contain them all! The ones I get first are in front, follows to the back. I have no fixed grouping.
“Yes I remember now. I have some for you, but I forgot. I shall bring them next time. Inside my luggage. The Lord of the Rings? Is that really nice?” He picked up the thick volume and read the blurb. “It’s the newest if I’m not mistaken. The posters and promotions are all over the stores.”
I smiled to be polite. “I’ve only seen the movie. If not for the actors, I wouldn’t have! I don’t like
the book though. There are too many descriptions and scenery. I want the action. Are you more towards the action genre or romance?”
Lestat thought for a while, rubbed his chin. “Hmm, I’m undecided. It depends on my mood. When I’m tired, I like to see happy endings. When I’m excited and hyper, is it ok to use this word? Yes, I want the detective style and the mystery. I didn’t know you like action more? I always have the impression women go for Jane Austen classics. So, would you recommend LOTR to me?”
I pressed the book into his hands. “Try it. You can keep if you like.” My friend nodded, placed it carefully beside him on the table near the window. The curtains flapped while the howling winds vibrated the frames. It would start to rain in half an hour.
“Do you have a raincoat, umbrella?” I asked him, turning around.
“No. Ah, don’t fret my child. Vampires never get ill. Bianca, do you like poetry? Louis loves them so much. He will buy me anthologies every year for my birthday.”
I shook my head. Lestat seemed disappointed. Silence for a bit.
Then Lestat smoothed over the summary of the book. The triumph of good over evil is prevalent….. Bianca cherie, frankly, do you think I’m good?
Why do you ask? Of course! You saved me, let me stay free.
But I am a blood drinker. I have to. Does it mean I will always be your enemy? And the enemy of mortal beings? Can I never be close to you?
It was so true. Yes, a vampire is evil in all known definitions. They are lustful, take innocent blood to thrive, become stronger and stronger as ages pass, horror beings, things that should be extinct but defied extinction...
He added that he had made many blunders, leading to his fledglings.
“Louis was my child. And Claudia. The laws of our kind forbid Child vampires because of their vulnerable nature. Yet, I Made her because I wanted company. David too….. now don't you still think I’m evil?”
I didn’t know what to say. The easy mood had altered. Lestat De Lioncourt was now asking me how I felt, though we had met like only 2 weeks. Why? I did not think I had the right to comment.
It scared me at the time. I drew up my own defenses and shrugged. I do not know. He was quiet, his bright unnatural eyes shimmering. Tears, pain, or hurt?
Say it! Say you hate me! It will not be true if you do not. Mortals condemn evil. How can you be an exception? Dare I have hope? I was forced to become what I am now. I loath the very creature who Changed me against my will. As much as I loath myself during the hardest times!
He had never mentioned the person before. I sensed his name but Lestat hid it from me, shaking with emotion. I watched him critically.
“Tell me. How did you become a vampire?”
The blond guy blinked, lifted his face from his hands. Tears trekked down the smooth skin.
He cocked his head. Ok. He showed my images of what happened to him. Black and white Magnus. The One who Made me, when I was an innocent boy. He killed my dogs. I should not have killed the wolves. I regret to this day! You have to be responsible for the fledglings you create. You got to teach, to guide them.
I listened, nodding. Lestat did not notice. His mood was half in the past. I did not really comprehend at the time. We had just akimmed the surface. His mood was so terribly tumultuous, dark and brooding that I did not ask any questions. I just remained his faithful audience.
Lestat spoke on faster, wrought with the past tangles, clenching his fist at this point. I absorbed the film show telepathically. It is no problem for Shapers to be able to decipher picture images. But I had not been taught to harness it properly yet, so I could not fully comprehend.
His smooth and flowing voice was like a torrent escaping from a dam.
But No! Mon Dieu. He committed suicide. I was left alone, weak, starving, dying. Another vampire was kind enough to rescue me, guide me into who I am. He taught me how to be strong, the techniques and the proper laws. How to select victims. The most memorable image was of his homeland, snowy France forests. The lush cool pine trees, the wolves howling. The huge castle of the De Lioncourts.
“Bianca, you get me so far? I am sorry if you do not…. What bad manners I have,” he told me, apologetically. “I will explain to you.”
“It is all right. You are very upset. Um, what happens? The person does not die immediately after you drain his blood right?” he nodded. “You?”
“Whatever information he has at the time I will also obtain. It is all revealed to me. Much faster than scanning the mind. You follow me. Good. Bianca, I have felt much remorse, much self-hatred. Sometimes I justify, he or she needed me. But it was the other way round. I am needier of people than they are of me! It is much too late.” All this in perfect American English, except when he referred to his mortal hood he used French. Of course I did not comprehend French. If I asked him to repeat? Nah, impolite.
“Do you bleed? Does it feel painful?” Anything but back to that morbid darkness. I did not want to start crying, mind you, I’m not a crybaby. But his story was enough to make me feel weepy.
“We feel pain. We’re just not human. Our blood is richer, a darker crimson than human blood.” I nodded solemnly. Lestat smiled.
“You’re so kind to me. I feel thankful you’re with me tonight.”
The rains started as I predicted, blown sideways by the wind. He moved so quickly I did not have time to react and we were close. He put his arms about me, from behind. I tried to disentangle myself. Lestat did not let go.
He penetrated the weak shield I had erected around my mind. I shook. He tried to convince me to join him. I am so lonely tonight. My child. You can save me. Please say yes. I will make it painless for you.
"No Lestat! You cannot! You gave me your word! Vampires can’t take shaper’s blood!" I cried mentally and aloud. I transformed and flew to the windows. Shit! He shut them with his mind.
I was cornered. I froze, eyes large connecting with his. Lestat pushed me to the wall and his cold breath chilled my face. I am so dead! I should not have let him in my room. My parents were sleeping so soundly. No force on earth could stop this preternatural. Ok, but I was not giving up without a struggle.
I dove under his legs, just as he opened his mouth and the fangs were sharp as needlepoints…..
“Oh Louis. How did you find us here?” Lestat said. He shook his head.
There. Louis de Pointe Du Lac came that night in the shower. All black, hovered at my window.
He stepped in, bowing to me. Then kissed my hand. He had ethereal emerald pupils. His touch felt warm.
“Forgive Lestat. He is rash and impetuous. Go and feed!” Lestat obediently climbed out. He kept telling me mentally how sorry he was over and over, but I blocked it out. How dare he! How dare he hurt me like this? A small part whined, it was because he was lonely. Do not blame him. He just wanted someone and I fitted that criteria. I identified with him. Who is Claudia?
Louis and me were negotiating the crowds at the marketplace, where Lestat and I had walked. I felt deeply disappointed. The other guy was gentle, amiable and did not scare me so much. In fact I almost forgot he is not human.
“So did my Maker talk to you? I am sure he is sorry for what he has done.”
“Yea right. Does he not keep his word? I’m so pissed! He gave me a love letter and flowers.”
“Louis, can you fly? Lestat says he has a lot of powers. You flew up to my place right?” I changed the topic excitedly. I walked backwards, jumping. Louis smiled.
“Um, I cannot. At least it must have been panic that made me, propelled me into the air. If I were to fly longer, I would crash! I can read minds to a small extent. The only thing I can really do is write poetry and a little music… no no , the lyrics, not the music. That is Lestat and Armand’s area of expertise.”
“Do not be modest. THAT’s plenty of talent. Ah you can see the stars! Potential astronomer! ” I praised. He went red. He was still in black tonight but wore red sports shoes. He would not have gotten red but his vision is in dark colors. They were more comfortable than the hard polished shoes of the old days.
He had tied up his soft hair to keep it from fluffing about. I asked him how he had located us. “I was coming by to see Lestat. I was feeling fedup of living alone in a dump. I packed all my stuff. There is something you should know: we do not Read each other’s minds. The mentor and the fledglings’ minds are closed. I reached his place here and set down my things. The nightshift lady told me Lestat had gone to your place.”
I lifted up my finger. “That is when you arrived. But… how?”
“Our hearing is exceptional. Lestat was so excited with you and you were this blue shade beside him. Then it became red. With panic. I could not fly, but I had no time if I had chosen to knock. So I willed myself up,” Louis explained, frowning. To him it seemed like a complex method of speaking and processing. I did a thumbs up. He smiled sweetly.
We walked towards the forest. Freemandling has forests in abundance, so it is actually a semi-urban mostly rural place. A few street lamps, but otherwise little or no light.
Hello Louis. Bianca. I tensed. The demon! Louis could not feel him. I stepped behind him. A silhouette emerged from the shadows in front of us. The golden haired demon took his hands from his pockets and smiled, his bright eyes shadowed by the dimness. I was angry.
“Why do you come here for? Go away!” I spat. He walked nearer and Louis was still. He asked me to stay close, Lestat could not touch me. I held him tightly. Lestat seemed very hurt, but he was still determined. He produced a bunch of fresh roses.
“Cherie, I am sorry. I know, I was very very bad. Please do not hate me. I cannot bear it if you did… I like you. It will be sad if you hate me,” he coaxed. I did not speak, my chest tight and full. He let his lids flutter for a moment.
“You made me who I am, Lestat. Don’t make another mistake!”
“Damnit Louis! You asked me for the Gift remember. And you came between us so nothing happened. Argh!” the blond cursed, chopping motion. The flowers bounced. He then directed a pleading look at me. If I did not take the bouquet, it would all be gone. I have a soft heart for living plants.
The two vampires were now arguing. Go go, I will stall time, Louis urged me.
Please, Bianca. Don’t walk away from me. I have given myself to you. I will do anything. Just, don’t leave me! Give me another chance. We're friends.
“Lestat are you denying that you gave me your blood now? Bianca deserves to know the whole truth. You could have refused me. The ethical part of you should have!” Wow! So the soft spoken introvert has a temper.
The other vampire was tearing at his hair. I noticed his shirt was in rags, he looked as if he had swum in the lake or something, all soaked to the bone. What if he got ill? Stop it. I hate him, the dishonorable thing! Fiend. Lestat reminded his fledge to be grateful, after all he granted him new life. A reason to continue earth existence. I guess they were romantic lovers. Homosexual huh? It seemed that way.
Who’s Claudia? No one responded, or was reluctant to. Lestat ranted and raved to the trees. Louis signaled. I came down. Mild surprise registered as I slid down, willing off my wings. “My talent. I shapeshift. It’s nothing really.”
I peeked at Lestat who was still muttering to himself, pacing. “Is he gone insane?”
Louis rolled his eyes. Amusing. “He will be himself later. Let’s go. But actually he isperfectly harmless. Back home Marius and the coven called him Brat Prince.”
Play Pretend. Louis laughed musically.
Ok. Here he is. Right now the French gentleman appeared, shining in his charisma. Now that we were near the theatre, some of the people turned their heads to stare. Of course. He was in old fashioned lace, coupled with a green coat. He ignored them, even avoiding some squealing girls. They clung to him but he pushed them away. When more and more of them followed, the Immortal glared. This suddenly did an about- turn for the people.
“What were you talking about? Gossiping about me Louis cher? Wanna watch some movies? I got some tickets. It’s very nice, a war show. You like action right?”
I clung to Louis. “Hey since when did we ask you out? We were having private time. She will be returning home soon.”
“Rubbish. Your parents are out.” He had read my mind. All the more pissing to me.
“I don’t accept your apology ok? I am very sleepy,” I feigned, yawning. His composure crumpled. In his soul he sang in agony. Switch of attitude to persuasion.
“It is the newest show. The very first slot is tonight. I guarantee you will like it! I got the tickets already. Please, plleeeeease,” Lestat repeated, stepping in front of me. I was face to face with his nice lacey shirt. He showed me the tickets for the 11 o’clock show. “I will listen to you, ok? I promise. I will be your slave from tonight on. Want popcorn? Come.”
“He is hurt enough. Normally Lestat is like that. But one thing is, he is very serious in his friendships. His Blackwood farm friends swear by this. I will have to stay to make sure he won’t go along. Look, he's all eager and puppylike. Isn't he cute?”
The golden haired angel waited, grinning. He bouoght a generous big tub of popcorn. I remembered how he had saved me, lent me hospitality, of his letter. Of how he had trusted me enough to speak of his terribly anguished childhood. This cheeriness was a brave front. The real Lestat de Lioncourt was a wounded youth of 21 and why he revealed this to me was a true mystery. I’m just a bird in the skies of many. Why am I the One?
“Bianca, so you will forgive me?”
I ignored the question, munching the chips. Yum yum. “You meant it when you said you’ll be my slave? Louis is witness.”
“I swear it. If I don’t I shall cut off my tongue.”
I shuddered. He smiled. Yea he knew I could not possibly want that to happen. Inside, I took the aisle seat and at first I wanted Louis beside me. But Lestat asked me to go in, and he occupied my right. Louis took the left. You shouldn’t sit outside. Someone may molest you. We can protect you.
Aha, you won’t? I said mockingly.
No! I will prove to you that I am not a pervert. Bianca! I’m a good boy. Lestat whined.
Then we were absorbed into the story of two brothers fighting a war and ending up on the opposite sides. Louis watched with a childlike fascination. Lestat was impassive. We did not have to speak, though I did whisper stuff to them. Mostly we conversed via telepathy, which was a big help so we didn’t disturb others.
I settled down to wait. After a few hours, I dozed. A sound, like footsteps and whispering. My skin prickled.
What’s the matter Little Bianca?
But it wasn’t Lestat. Not his voice, strangers. I sensed their evil, their intention to hurt. I picked up the names, Violet and Grish. The pupils glowed unnaturally and they laughed. Now Violet was wearing a punk t shirt and his companion wore leather. Both had longish hair, tattoos, pierced lips and tongues. Their fangs revealed the danger. No negotiations. Shit! I changed quickly.
I dove for Lestat’s house windows, aiming for the one lighted.
Help Help! Someone! Your kind------after me! A few of the humans were packing up and merely gasped in shock as I swooped over them. My instincts went on overdrive, detecting Violet’s energy not far behind. It was only that I couldn’t see them, for their actions were too swift. May be starving but their actions are much too fast to catch.
I bumped into one of them and screamed, slashing with my talons. Aim for the eyes. He yowled, but still held onto my body. I twisted free, felt my feathers break loose. Pain surged but no time. I had to get away now! Grish was on the opposite side of the long floor. He held out his hands.
“Come here. Birdie. You won’t win. Fierce but not just enough.” He laughed. I was not giving up. I concentrated on my other defense, the collection of attack on the mental barriers. I screamed loudly into their heads, they clutched their temples, groveling on the floor.
I made for the windows, but shit. It was locked. Violet lunged for me. I could not move. Lestat! I cried out, my vision blackening. Violet was squeezing me so tightly I could not move!
His presence moved into action, and I felt my head clear. I gasped for oxygen. The golden hair angel! He grabbed Violet by the collar and swung him against Drug Addict. The intruders slummed down, dazed.
“Wait here. I will finish them,” Lestat said coolly, lifting them up with little effort. They smashed through his window. I watched, now back to human form. I could never stick to my shape when I was under duress. Below at the courtyard, Lestat walked gracefully, tossing them with both physical and mental propellation.
Miss Bianca is a Shapeshifter. We don’t touch their kind. get it? Learn this lesson, you assholes! Do you want to die?
No no have mercy on us. Who are you? the intruders shouted, cowering.
Lestat held Violet by the collar, ripped his shirt front. He cowered in front of the Immortal. He pressed his foot on the guy’s chest. I will tell you now. I am the Vampire Lestat and this is my property. You will leave here immediately, or face my wrath and rest assured, I will kill you. Or, I can tell your sniveling boss Rishak. -------- my friend answered, his rage reverberating, but under control.
Fire! The flames licked Grish’s hair. They screamed in agony, running blindly out of the compound. Fire licked at their asses. Lestat laughed, sweeping his soft hair. He looked up and smiled, rising into the air.
I sat down on the soft cushioned chair, drinking the hot chocolate the vampire had made.
“Why did you not stay at home? I was delayed because of problems. It is not safe here,” he asked, watching me intently. He was in all white, except for his shoes, French ones with buckles. I felt like crying, my eyes stung. It’s so embarrassing, my family…. How could I tell Lestat all these problems? I don’t even know him, only 2 weeks.
He prompted me, opened a box of tissues. I sighed, my hands shaking and cold. Lestat went to a cabinet and took some linen, tenderly wrapped my arm where a red gash was bleeding.
“Thank you. You are so kind,” I stammered, my vision blurring. He was not taking my blood but nursing my wound.
“It is alright. You don’t have to worry, what you tell me stays here Bianca. I will keep a secret. You have plenty of stress? Tell me.”
I tried to talk but could not. So I showed him picture images. We conversed entirely by mind talk. I don’t want to go. Any where. We’ve always been moving. It’s not stable. So he slapped me. it is true isn’t it? Why don’t they understand that I am me? I hate my father! Hate him!
Lestat was a great listener, as he had been in the restaurant and at the park. He did not interrupt, only when my hands were trembling he took the hot drink and placed it safe. He was so concerned for my safety and welfare. After some time, maybe eleven, I was totally exhausted. He brought me into his bedroom and bade me lie down. I tried to say no, I could go home but must have dozed off.
I dreamt again of the scenes, of Lestat’s sudden assault that had saved me, of him flying, fighting with them. He’s so strong. He is dangerous. But he saved me. were it not for him I would be a meal now. I sat up, disoriented at the lavish surroundings. My host was reading a thick green book. He smiled, urged me to sleep.
“You will be alright cherie. I won’t bite. And you are under my protection now.” Next thing, he was reading me the story. I relaxed, totally immersed in it. Well I cannot recall the story, but I think it was a romance, and Lestat read with his French accent. At some points I did not get the plot and we talked. His voice was purring, brotherly to me.
It was six am when I came to. Lestat was asleep beside me. The vampire gentleman was on his side, turned away from me. Yea he knew how fearful I was of being bitten, so he must have done this, and at the same time I would be reassured that I’m not alone.
Thanks so much, man. I thought. He did not stir. I kissed his cheek, brushed some hair from his forehead. Then I noticed the sheet of paper, written quite untidily. He could have felt tired. Lestat told me when the sun comes up their strength fades away.
I managed to understand it though.
Bianca, you may stay here. A servant will knock on the door at seven. Do not let her in, as she will see me and be frightened. Please veil the bed. I did not go into my coffin because you wanted my company. Tell her what you need, food, clothes, bath. All will be arranged.
Sleep more if you want. As long as you’re here nobody will dare to touch you. I think it’s better you wait for me next dusk before going back. Just to be safe, all right?
Good morning now.
I pulled the blankets over his slumbering figure. He did not move. He’s so vulnerable and young up close, not intimidating because his ethereal eyes are shut. The lashes are golden too, fine brows arched over. White skin. I draped the bed over as he requested and checked. Good. The curtains were drawn.
I cannot wait for you to wake up again.
At 7 am sharp, the woman knocked, which I hurriedly intercepted. I asked for food, and clothes. Yes. There were many dressed, which she had got from her cousin. Dresses. Yuck. But I could change into them. I also bathed, watched tv inside Lestat’s room. I took care to turn the volume soft, in case I woke him. Not to worry coz he did not even stir. Really sound sleeper.
In between when I was sleepy I slept. I gained on sleep in the afternoon. The Frenchman awoke at 5.30pm. He rubbed his eyes, rustled the blankets. I turned around. The door opened. My friend lay down while I blocked him.
“Missy your dinner is ready. Do you wish me to come in?”
“No thank you. I can eat by myself. Thank you,” I said, holding the tray and the door shut. I tucked in ferociously, the bread, roast chicken, thick soup that smelled heavenly, grapes, berries. I licked at my fingers, sorry it had to finish so fast. I sat beside him, stroked his blond locks. He suddenly caught my wrist, not pressing but I could sense his strength already.
“Bon appetit, cherie?” he said huskily. Eyes half slit.
“Yup.” The man sat up against the soft pillows, curls tossing wildly, bright emerald-blue pupils ---------I could see myself reflected there. He finally let go.
I thought you had left already.
You told me to stay, and how can I resist free food? --- I said, grinning. Lestat laughed out loud.
Free huh? I see… those vampires were real idiots. Fancy trespassing on my property, and not knowing who I am. Their coven leader Rishak did not teach them etiquette. They took advantage of your sadness. That is unacceptable. Now shall we talk?
I was more than ready to. Lestat stretched himself, began to walk about his bedroom. He turned on the dim lights, which would brighten as the darkness fell.
I want you to come to me when you’re feeling down
Knowing I can count on you during hard times
And you say the magic words and everything is fine again, baby
You just touch me like I love and everything is new again
Sometimes I can get kinda low and I just wanna walk away
Then you say the magic words -oh baby-
and I feel the sun shining on me again.
(CoCo Lee’s Magic words)
Though I’m not in love with him, mind you, I wanted to stay and learn more about the differences between my kind and theirs. Lestat waited expectantly.
I was curious: “You suggested hypnotization…. I don’t see how it works out?” He held my gaze steadily, but without the effects of dizziness or pushing at full strength. “You have many powers. Um how did you set fire on them?”
The vampire folded his arms, smiling. “To the first question, let me talk to them for you. I can discuss the issue as a third person, so that you won’t feel so angry and frustrated. Second question: as we get stronger, we have more abilities. Flying, scanning minds at speed reading’s ease, flinging people from high buildings-------- fire too.”
He demonstrated, snapping his fingers. The fireplace lit up with the new flames. I warmed my hands. No kidding!
“Come again?” he was surprised, sent me a horse- braking. Cute.
“Whoa as in omg. Admiration,” I explained. “So, we take the plan. Thank you. You know, you don’t need to help me. you’ve already done so much.” He smiled and kissed my head. His cold touch to my face thrilled me in an adrenaline way. But I can’t forget the danger.
That night, I said Lestat was over as a guest. The spell was cast the minute he came in and made himself comfortable. He did not even raise a finger but they were mesmerized and silent. Lestat had memorized what I had drafted out. He was using what all his kind were gifted with, telepathy by the unconscious:
I want to learn more about the islands and remain here. I do not wish to argue with you. Let’s settle his peacefully. I am making plenty of close friends, hence you do not need to worry about me. I agree that we’re a family and I love you. *this was added in by my friend, so mushy and not my style* I am sorry I shouted at you. It was not intentional. I was too rash.
I assure you that I can cope here by myself. Mum will come back and visit occasionally. My brother is here too. If I were to leave, I would be very unhappy.
Did it work? When the preternatural sat back, he gave the ok sign. My parents were still dazed, but were coming out of it now. Mum yawned, stretched like she was in a deep sleep previously. Father walked away to his bedroom.
“Madame. You still remember me? I am impressed.” Lestat talked to her for a while. There wasn’t any indication that she remembered what he had said to them in their hypnotization.
Yes they do. When it is time to leave, there will be no resistance. Don’t worry, Bianca. I am a veteran at this skill. Hey, may I see your room? I’m really curious.
I was surprised. He looked at me like a baby pleading for his milk. I know and understand if it is your personal territory.
Ok, you can. Come on. I led the way to the stairs.
I wondered why Lestat wanted to save me. After all I am just an animal. The vampire smiled without his teeth showing. He sat back, was it my imagination, or had his hair grown again? It now reached below his shoulders, thicker than ever.
“Because,” he said.
“Um, because what?”
“I was worried. You were panicking… even in the house. If I were you, I would feel the same too. I was glad that I saved you.” Lestat looked at the tissues he was clasping. In the light I saw red stains. I gasped. “I cry blood tears, cherie. Lucky you didn’t look at me. It’s horrible.”
I shook my head. “C’mon I’m not that timid. I just got a minor shock. Hmm… it is not something I see all the time, blood tears. Will you be tired if you cry too much?”
“Yes. It’s because my fluid is blood only, I don’t have water. Bianca, would you like to come to my house again? Then you can be more familiar with it,” he changed the subject and sounded happy once more.
“You’re welcome, love.” I touched his arm and felt the chill of his skin, white. My own is brownish. I am part South American and the only difference between that race and me is, I have reddish hair. My mum is Caucasian, born in Canada. Dad’s home was in South America. He lived there as a tiger for a while. I know tigers are Asian cats, he was learning to be a catshape but did not want the hot climate. So he moved there. But I’m not that dark. Dark would have a new definition with Lestat’s skin.
The driver asked about us. Lestat told him we were on a date and chatted with him, got the driver to open up about his family. He managed to throw the man off being too nosy, in a tactful manner.
That is good. I cannot speak so fluently-------- I said.
Thanks. I seldom get compliments.
I think you’re very smart, Monsieur Lioncourt.
Now I should say duh. Wanna go flying with me sometime? ------- he asked casually.
What?------ I sent an image of a man flying then, falling to his death----------not possible. The Wright bros had to invent a plane. We cannot fly.
I can. You saw me, Bianca. Remember? Ok we gotta alight now.
The cab stopped. Lestat gave the man a fifty-dollar bill and asked him to keep the change. My father was waiting, boiling like a foaming cauldron when we reached my house a few minutes past 12.20am.
“So Mr Lioncourt! It’s about time you got your nerve to show up! How dare you……” my father went on and on, in his tiger rage, just barely kept from transforming on the spot. His veins all popped out, his neck was red. All his hair was bristling. Abruptly he shut up, Lestat speaking to him and bringing him to the couch. Dad was silent, his eyes open.
“Well, Bianca, it’s time I made a move now. I have a train to catch. ‘Night.”
I was still reeling and sat beside my father. “What is wrong with him?”
“He’s sleeping. Sleep my child. Love your children,” the vampire whispered, waving his fingers over the wide blank gaze. Dad’s head lolled, he passed out. I took off the coat and handed it to Lestat. He smiled and bade me keep it.
“What is your phone number? Here write it down, your address. I will be gone to England for a while. I will post you something,” he added, producing a small notebook. I grabbed for a pen. My mum was goggling at my cute guyfriend from the side. He kissed our hands, then left the human way by the door. He actually walked into the darkness!
“Hey sis,” Marcus piped up when I came into our room. The lecture escaped you huh?”
“Yea. Busybody. Sleep!” I ordered.
“Is love technically gonna take you over?”
I felt very hot at the ears. Lestat had helped me and mom by making dad silent. He did not have to. He had to hurry but still, he sent me home. “Sis, are you so dumb you cannot speak?” Marc laughed. I socked him with my pillow.
“Vampires don’t have happy endings. Just wanna remember that,” he said seriously. I nodded. Lestat had so many issues. He had felt hurt easily, when I didn’t walk near him. They are a sensitive kind.
I undressed myself in the shower and let the cool water run off me. We’re becoming friends. I want to learn to trust him. I do not know why I’m so mad over Lestat, but it’s not what I would term as love. We Shapers don’t feel romance so fast.
It’s a form of longing, to find a common point. Unlike many people I know and have been friends with for years, the vampire listened. Without judgment. My Lit teacher told me to open my mind to new possibilities, that strangers are friends you have yet to meet.
In the morning:
DON’T FALL FOR LESTAT. ANYONE BUT HIM. HE’S DANGEROUS. ------- stuck to the PC.
I’M NOT IN LOVE. WE’RE JUST FRIENDS! ----- I wrote back annoyed.
His letter came in four days. I was so excited I dropped all my stuff and ran into my room, bolted the door. His handwriting was so lovely, cursive and yet legible.
Hi Miss Bianca,
You can call me at this number: 7258-3884-TALBOT. I will be putting up at David’s house. He is a good friend of mine. Now I am visiting all my friends in Europe. Serious visiting, no parties and drugs.
Gosh! I’m so excited to be a mortal girl’s friend! A penfriend. I always wanted one. You? It is possible to be friends isn’t it? Let’s prove to the world------- mortals +vampires in harmonious co- existence. My heart is aflame at this possibility! I know that it is not going to be overnight, but aren’t you excited we are the first?
Won’t it be wonderful, the Lion and the Lamb in a stable at peace.
Cannot wait to see you again, cherie. I think I will finish all the business here by the end of the month and come back to the Island. We shall have dinner again. What movies do you like? I love romance and comedy.
Call me if you need to chat. If I’m not here, David will take a message for me. I would like you to write me back if you’re free.
Take care of yourself and regards to your family:
I liked his signature. It was wavy, the L being the dominant letter. Some people scrawl, and you can’t see the name. His signature was an art! It reflected Lestat’s quiet thoughtfulness, a huge contrast from his hot temper. From this, you cannot tell he is the yelling sort. It was a felt pen. A quaint gentleman. He liked everything towards the oldies’ fashion statement too, the long tailed riding coat, the soft dark jacket he had lent me.
I was really eager to hear his voice. What! I miss him already!
I guess I am touched by his concern. I dialed the number on the top with trembling fingers.
“Hello? David Talbot here,” a crisp British accent said.
“Hi, I’m Bianca. I… I um want to talk to Lestat. Is he there?”
“He is out. Ah, he mentioned you. He says he will call you when he returns tomorrow night. You have made such a difference, I can tell.”
I laughed. David added that Lestat had lost a few friends recently, but he told David how happy he was now having found a mutual friend in me.
“So I tell him to keep safe. That’s all? All right. I promise you he will call back as soon as possible. Goodbye.”
The night after, Lestat returned the call. His French accent was immediately prevalent but when he heard my voice, he returned to the more fluent American speech. Your country flavour seldom leaves you.
“Hi, may I speak to Bianca? I am Lestat….. Oh it is you! I am at David’s place now. Do not worry about me, I am fine,” he was breathless though, as if he had been running or dancing.
“Wow. You can read my mind so far off. I feel nervous. I got your letter. Thanks!”
“You’re welcome, cherie.” He laughed with genuine happiness.
“What have you been doing? I’m busy with homework. Loads of it. Supposed to be concentrating on that now, but I’m distracted by your looks. And voice. And bigger than life influence. Better than the boredom,” I told him, knowing I sounded like a boring scholar.
Lestat was contented to listen. He waited patiently, and then said he had been visiting, settling financial banking stuff.
“I have to keep up to date with the stock market. That is boring, my love. I hate all the figures. Oh you will like Louis. I hope it is possible you can meet him one day. Both of you are alike, like to read, quiet, shy. Bianca, we can talk over long distances? Is it a problem for you?”
“No. It’s cool man.” We laughed. “Lestat, David said something about, you losing some friends. They died? I am sorry if I sound too intrusive.”
Pause, rustle. Then the vampire told me not to worry. He was all right. Busybody David. “I will Kill him when he returns. Absolutely! He has no business gossiping. Kidding. Don’t picture me doing that, coz he’s a vampire too! I’m going out again tomorrow. I think I can get some stamps. South America is it? I’ll see to that.”
“I couldn’t----------- “
“No I insist. We’re friends. (blew me a kiss) see you soon. Won’t disturb you any more.”
“It’s better than this darn homework. Please, talk to me some more,” I beseeched. “By any chance, do you know what to write about people’s attitude towards politics? It’s a term paper. I’m going nuts over it, wish I didn’t choose this topic.”
The other suggested some great points, which I scribbled down. Not bad. He was very up to date, not the coop in the castle Dracula kind.
“Ah, but not email, internet. You know those right? I should, but I prefer reading newspapers and books for information.” He laughed like an excited youth. 220 years old, look at the great divide!
“Hey will you teach me some time?”
“Sure. Actually it’s easy being internet savvy. You have been so helpful, Lestat. Ok, I really gotta go. Come back soon. Don’t go away for too long a time ok?”
He sounded almost close to crying as he expressed the same mutual thoughts. “Goodnight Little Hawkgirl Bianca.”
“Goodnight Immortal Monsieur de Lioncourt,” I returned, grinning. The exoticness was there, being friends with a preternatural. Yet as I hung up, I shivered reading the reports of unnatural deaths and fang marks on victims’ necks. I continued to do homework till almost bedtime at 10.30 pm.
Mum said we had to return to Mainland New York for our education. I didn’t want to! I felt fine staying here at the Centre for Shapeshifter skills. The only difference was: chances of being good scholars are slimmer, because of the concentration on practical aspects. But the academics are fine to me. I do not wish to go to college. Yet. I would like an active life of discovery first before hitting the books again.
Subject: discuss please!
Mum I don’t wish to go back to the mainland. I’m doing fine here.
Making friends, environment wise, I am happy. Why not I stay here? I can stay with my falcon friends: Jerry and Mcnaughts. I like it here.
Subject: yes we ought to talk
What are u saying? Your father will be angry. he’d not allow u to stay here alone.
But I agree it is a good environment here. I have seen the school and like the way they teach. I wanted to have your sort of education. I will talk to him, see if we can work out something.
Btw, what happened b/w u and Marcus? U fought?
I typed a reply, then turned off the computer. I took a bath, then became a bird and tried out my wings. I tried to recall where Lestat had taken me for a walk. Day is different from night. Over the harbour, I listened in to some gulls chattering. But I did not understand a word. I kept an active listening for vampire- whereabouts, by the dusk falling. My sight noticed 2 shabbily dressed Unnaturals. Not as rich as my friend.
One of them looked up. I was not really afraid. Wild eyed, violent, bloodthirsty. Ugh. Definitely not Lestat’s company. I compared him to them. Their thoughts were not guarded from me.
I read them clear as day. They liked mixing with shapeshifters out of the Freemandling Kingdom. Those are the forbidden race of shapers who want to change into more than 1 animal. They tend to stick to scorpions, spiders and dragon/serpent shapes. I flew onward, made for home. I touched down at my street and walked back.
Mom and dad were in another fight over my staying here. He felt I should mix with humans and just drop by during other vacations. Mom was pleading, please consider my feelings. That I wished to stay having found friends here. “She cares about the relationships she has forged here, Dan! How can you take her away again?”
Nobody asks me what I want. I felt so heartbroken that I ran past them fighting and slammed the door. Silence. Good. At least they had stopped fighting. I felt my dad’s energy leave the house--------- he had Changed.
The phone in my room rang as I was going to the comp. I said “Hello”
“ Is it Bianca there?” I smiled, not revealing myself. He is not sure if I have other sisters, he only saw Marc. “It IS you, cherie! Naughty girl. Why did you bluff me? How are you doing?”
Downstairs my dysfunctional family began screaming once more, some stuff were being thrown and shattering. Marcus had come home, dad hates it. He hates us all! It is only five pm but to him, my little brother is so little! My heart pounded. “Bianca, are you alright? What is happening? Are you hurt?”
“I… I am ok. My folks are fighting….” I told him my issues. How I was reluctant to leave Freemandling. How I wanted to Stay! I poured it out to Lestat.
“I am sorry. What do you want to do? What are your plans?” he said gently.
“I don’t know. I feel angry, confused. Why do they need to shout? Mom is ok, she is reasonable. Right now, he can’t even accept my bro is big already! Damn it. Lestat, I am so glad you called me. I am so lost.”
Pause. “I can help you. I can use my power to persuade your father to listen. Would that be a plan?”
“Er, how would it work?”
“Trust me.” he chuckled. “I have my methods. I am great at helping others out. Wait for me. Don’t do anything rash. I will fly there tonight. Do not worry.”
Confident, in charge. A stable support as a backdrop to the very insecure environment crashing around me.
“I will. Merci, Lestat.” We hung up. I veiled my thoughts of the recent cases of vampire killings. I hoped he didn’t Read that.
The next day Dad went into a whole long lecture about how he understood us, but we had to stick together no matter what. We are a family and all that crap.
“I plan the best for all of you. Krys we love you. I don’t think it is good to stay here. My company sent me back to America. We will go to New York. It is a very nice environment. It will get you to a good future.”
“Don’t You think I can figure it out myself? I Want to stay here! I love to be secure. All this moving about is not nice. Have you asked what we want? No! All you do is yell until we give in! I am fed up of this. You force us to follow you. I won’t.”
Big mistake. Never yell at your folks. The slap came so fast my ears rang. My vision was kinda affected. Domestic abuse. Mom and Marc were gaping. I breathed hard. My father----------- he slapped me?! I am his firstborn, the Shehawk, the support pillar of the family? And he does this to me? what happened to that long gone promise of never hurting us? I changed, flew to my room and bolted it tight.
He is the head of the house. Behaving so damned like a human! An insensitive human. For all the use being empathetic as an animal should be. Why why do we have to listen to HIM? I hate him!
I threw open the window. My brother cried out. Too late.
It was dusk. Lestat said he would come. I set out for his house.
You gotta help me Lestat. I am thrown out of my home. I'm unsure what is the definition of safety anymore!
Sunday, January 29, 2006Dinner part 2
chapter 3: Dinner part 2
Lestat was kind of worried Mom didn’t take to him, but I reassured him that it was alright. “You’ve got good appetite, cherie. I Read that you like them with mayonnaise. Come, eat more.”
I chomped on the fries, grinning away. Delicious!
“Which name do you prefer to be called?”
“Um. Bianca’s my alias name. Like yours is Francoise. I chose it cos I don’t want anyone to know me. Am I different from Krystal?” I enquired.
“Bianca, I like that better. Krystal is your real name? You don’t wish for me to know that?” Lestat chuckled, not offended as I would have thought. He dabbed his lips with the napkin, then sipped from his champagne glass.
“Krystal… is a very sweet feminine cherie name. It’s about the pureness of the heart, the crystal solution. I like that. However I wanna talk to you as Bianca, since it is the name you chose.”
I smiled. Cute guy, I’m trying not to be excited by this immortal, but he’s making me laugh a lot. “What about Lestat? Any meaning to that?”
The vampire grinned, showing his white teeth, slightly edged than the normal man’s.
“Frankly I don’t know. Lestat is my mother’s choice for me. I suppose it would mean she wanted me to be well, handsome, charming? My father did not get involved with me. I’m the youngest child.”
Oh he had read my thoughts. I was thinking----- where does dad come in? I got really thrilled. “Youngest?? Wow, I saw this program on birth order. It did a survey on the order of siblings. I am the eldest, I’m humble, responsible, organized. The youngest is um, charming, spoilt brat, affectionate, sociable, possessive and very open to change. Are you like that? ” I didn’t mean the parts of negativity.
My companion was unfazed, he still looked upon me in awe. I felt embarrassed. What, it’s a date, not some science theory lesson. But he said in an eager voice, gesturing animatedly, “It’s all so true. I am a spoilt brat, I am affectionate, I love to meet new people! I learn something new tonight. Thank you, Bianca. Isn’t it wonderful? Please, don’t feel so shy. How can I make you feel more relaxed?”
Lestat poured me ice tea, insisting he would pay. His perfume was making me woozy, I didn’t drink any alcohol. Feline grace, no flaws, no problems. “You can refill as much as you need, love. Don’t worry.” He filled his glass up too, downing it quickly.
When the bill came, Lestat placed a credit card on the tray, smiling naturally at the waiter. He even made conversation with him. He carved Francoise in signature, left a generous tip for him.
Viper fangs. Oops. Why do I always forget I am with a mind reader?
Naughty child!---------- Lestat chuckled, making it light. Ok, I’m bored to death reading your mind. Come, talk to me. I am so pleased to be in your company.
I want to go home. Safely. My mother….
The gentleman assured me I would be safe. We walked outside, waited for the traffic. Lestat’s arm was comfortable, if not his skin felt cold. He asked me to hold him. I felt like I was in the retro past. We met my mother a few streets down. Her blue MPV, I recognized it. She gave me a high alert look. Sized Lestat de Lioncourt up with large serious eyes.
“Hello Madame. My name is Lestat.” She let him kiss her hand, scrutinizing. My companion smiled, soon making conversation. Mum loves it when people say she is young and pretty. It’s not because she is mad at my dad, she just cannot resist liking someone that can see the aesthetics. She is a good dresser, but does not makeup. You can see the age.
Apparently they could understand French well, as I walked ahead of them, Mum was saying ‘oui’ and Lestat replied in French. Then they switched to English, mum deciding she could trust him. “Girl, be careful.” Telepathically, I heard her recite the animal law: Survival skills. Do not put your trust totally yet. She told me to be home by eleven.
I did not know what to talk about. I seriously hoped I would not make a total ass of my people, Lestat leaving me tonight mistaking that all shapeshifters are boring and theoretical professors at studies. The night life was at its fullest, 9pm. Crowds thronged the market bazaar. Lights made it hot. I looked through the wares. Lestat seemed interested. We got by not needing to talk so much, occasionally I told him about some culture. Freemandling is free for all, Chinese food, Mexican, Sri Lanka in addition to the usual Western fare. I licked my fingers after finishing a taco bell.
Now we were outside the bazaar, few people thronged. Lestat asked if he could talk. I said go ahead.
“You still fear me. Why? I always keep my promises and at the moment, I’m full. I won’t eat you alive.”
“It’s because we’re different. You drink blood, and I happen to have a lot of it. So it is still scary. In case you go out of control. You do, right?” I answered matter of factly. Lestat smiled tiredly. Vampires don’t feel that, or was it because he was running out of patience? I prayed he really would keep his word. Now I was some distance apart, refusing to stand close to him.
“I am sorry.” Sorry that I still could hurt him by my mere opinion.
He put his hands into his pockets, frowning as he strolled.
“No. It should be this way. You have a point. Do you collect things?” Lestat did not intently gaze into my eyes, he looked elsewhere. I sighed to myself.
“Yep. I like to collect stamps, postcards, making jigsaw puzzles… ah but I lose patience now. I used to love them, the cute cute mickey mouse ones.” Lestat laughed. “Shoes. All sorts of shoes.”
“Really. That is unusual. So what theme do you concentrate on? For stamp collection?”
He genuinely sounds intrigued. Does he not collect things? “I like animal designs. Um, especially would like to get South American ones. I watch the documentaries, wish I could stay there.” I flushed, why had I spoken so personally? But Lestat did not laugh. He stopped and sat down, patting the space beside him. I wished to stand.
“I feel kind of tired. Hope you don’t mind,” he said.
“Why? You’re full of stamina.”
“No, not always. We do feel weak and small at times. Hey, I wish I could change shape too. Our dark gifts are so similar. It must be really cool.”
I grinned. “Glad you don’t think we’re boring people then!” Another silence. And me thinking he must be a social boy. He does not seem to be the machine gun chatterbox kind. Perhaps he wanted to give me some comfortable distance. After a while, I felt tired too and sank down beside him, facing him so my neck wouldn’t be open. I touched his blond locks, feeling the wavy thickness against my fingers. He smelled good. He had shampooed before taking me out.
“Sorry, sniffing at you. Am I rude?”
“No it’s ok. You’re so adorable, my love. I am not so sensitive.”
“Oh. I thought vampires don’t bathe.” He laughed, his little fangs showing quite indiscreetly. His unnatural pupils infused with joy.
We walked to the railings overlooking the beach. It is really long, stretches about 50 miles across the coastline. The white sands are illuminated by the moon glow, sparkling as if jewels can be found within its riches. The waters glittered blue, green in the day, but black at night. I loved the peaceful beach. I don’t like it in the mornings when humans step about, shouting or screaming. Building sandcastles are irrelevant. It’s a natural habitat that should be untouched. Unfortunately it is a resident area, so my musings would fall on deaf ears.
Lestat completely agreed when I told him the gist of this ranting.
He said, “You are right, cherie. A beautiful sight. The breeze comes regularly, sweeping at our clothes, messing our hair, but that can be dismissed in the light of its ethereal serenity.”
Whoa. “A poetic mood, Lestat,” I replied. He said something modest.
He wanted to know how I cultivated patience. He was too hot headed to sit still, he admitted. “The patience thingie, you can cultivate…”
“Thingie?” he asked puzzled.
“Thing. Sorry, that’s a colloquial. Like reading. You like reading? Yes then, you know when your mind forces you to sit down. Read, absorb and think about what the person has conveyed in his or her words.”
“Um. You talk well. You don’t need to be shy, love.”
I shrugged. “Thank you. I guess…. shyness isn’t the focus. It’s like, I’m not shy with others of my kind. I feel shy with such a handsome person like you.”
“You flatter me. I enjoy flattery,” Lestat answered. “I wish I could be mortal again. If only to experience how the sandy beaches look in the day. I will never know. You are so lucky to be mortal, Bianca!”
“You cannot take even a little light? At dawn it isn’t so hot.”
“It starts burning, my flesh. It will be painful. The death sleep comes to claim me at the first light. I cannot. I once challenged that when I took possession of a mortal body. It’s too long, I will tell you another time.”
I nodded. “Can you see color?” To a certain extent, but not as much as a human’s perception. To make up for that, a vampire’s preternatural senses are heightened, he can see where or how a person is like. If he is evil, the approximate age, size of a victim. Fascinating. He clarified my concepts; my thinking was warped, strangely comical to him. If I were living with a house of vampires, I would probably extinguish them. By sheer carelessness.
“Good heavens! No, you can’t leave the house uncurtained and open. We will all be burnt to a crisp!” he exclaimed. I laughed unable to stop. He shook his head. I felt like a student. My fear and prejudice fell away.
“Crosses, stakes. They can kill right?”
“Nah, we hardly feel the effects. Churches are simply nice structures to sleep in. Dracula concepts. We are more powerful than Dracula.”
Something worth fearing then, I added to myself. “Lestat, does he exist?”
He considered this. “A strictly heterosexual vampire. A king among Transylvania. He does. But I’m not afraid of him. Our kind can transcend genders, we see the beauty in both males and females. Dracula does not have to abide by rules or laws. Our laws are set up by the head vampires. Dracula is a free soul.”
I asked him other personal stuff, but I only write this excerpt. It’s more memorable and I don’t appear stupid in it.
“ Lestat, do you collect anything?”
“Um, paintings by Rembrandt, Leonardo Da Vinci. I love Renaissance artwork. Books. That’s all. I cannot take small objects or they will get lost… my room is very disorganized.” he laughed, making a graceful flourish at the same time.
“Paintings. I don’t know much about them. Maybe I could view them sometime?” He smiled. I grasped his hand, cold as marble block. He seemed emotionally wrought.
Why not now? I would love to let you see them.
Omg. The time! It’s 11.45pm! ------------- I gasped. My mum will go berserk. My dad is home tonight.
Let’s go then. We’ll get a cab. Lestat said, hurrying to the stand. Before the cab came, the blond preternatural being said something very personal. It almost made me weep.
“Thank you for being my companion tonight. I feel so much better. I love your company ma cherie…. It has been a meaningful and simple, joyful moment. It was pleasurable.” He sounded choky, thick. It was too dark to see, except wetness on the cheeks.
“You are welcome. Are you ok?” he scrubbed his face with his hand roughly. Crying? Lestat was crying. I took out a packet of tissues. He chuckled feebly, grateful for my help. Had I hurt him when I thought ‘death should come swiftly. Then he will not be this damned creature.’ ?
It’s alright. You don’t need to conceal your true feelings. I do not mind-------he Sent.
But did you feel sad? I was too harsh.
No, no child. I feel so happy that I cried. Come get in.
I felt uneasy seated next to Lestat, just a little, but I wanted to try and put myself into his shoes. That he must feel awfully lonely when people shun him. He had stopped weeping and sent me his joyful exuberant thoughts.
I am overjoyed, cherie. You like me! I like you, it’s the first time someone has mutual feelings with me. In the past, Bianca, I forced people to be my companions. I kind of forced you when I entered your dream. I hope you do not mind too much.
It was no prob, man.
Mental laugh. We shared this. His voice is even sensual, vibrant in colours of purple and gold when he connects with me.
I’m sorry if I was a brute. I can be a perfect French gentleman if I want to. Will you give me the chance, little hawk?--------- Lestat asked.
Prove that to me. I love the evening dress. You dress like it’s the 1800s though…
I am old, an ancient generation. Yes I still favour this clothing. Fortunately or not?
I fingered the shiny material. Lovely. No it’s ok. Your dress sense is better than the modern man. Cool!
He Sent me rainbow colors of happiness. It was not often Lestat could be himself. I find it hard to admit, but this moment was the beginning of my roller coaster trust and distrust of the vampires. I was honoured in fact to be his friend, no matter how much I feared his instincts of killing and sucking blood. Louis will come in later. He is very much in this journal too.
“My family has got four of us in all. My mum, my dad, my younger brother and myself. We’re here for a vacation. At the same time my mum wants me to have a new experience here away from California. It’s truly diversifying, now I’m meeting you, Lestat- vampire. I’ve met some other hawks and falcons too at my school.” I kept it carefully, so that he would not take me for aggression or fear.
I was now calming. I needed to be wary but not to the extent of light headedness. Lestat did not look up at me, he was intent on the scenery below.
“I’m listening. Sounds perfect.”
“Just a second.” I flew down beside him. “I’m starving. I had something to eat but now I’m hungry again.” Lestat said ok. We went indoors to the kitchen. I did not realize that I was so agile and light, drifting on the hot air. He opened a cupboard where there were all sorts of dried food and raw fish. Any human food?
“Bread, rats… I killed some rats for you. But you don’t want them.” I wolfed down the scraps, tearing pieces of fish away as I ate. Being a bird means you need to munch on something all the time. The blond vampire stayed beside me, observing me eat, stroked my feathers gently.
The next thing, he asked casually, “Are you a human?” I would have paled if I was human shape. He has found out, uh oh….
“Of course I knew. You don’t like rats. It’s disgusting to you. Humans! Am I stupid enough I can’t feel it?” Lestat raised his voice, sweeping away from me. He turned around, grinning wildly, fangs revealed.
“Bianca, you fear me. Why do you fear me? I am just like you! I want to be like you. I wasn’t given the chance… I couldn’t! Dammit! Don’t fear me! I hate that, I’m not going to chew you up and feed you elsewhere. Or mangle your body…” he went on and on, pacing, hands flying in exaggeration. “Why are mortals cowards? I was braver than them, for God’s sake, I survived! Everything, the pain, the loneliness, the inevitable blood!”
Fascinating. “Er, Lestat, are you often like this?” Kinda beats the cool guy image I always pictured when the underground reports on the activities of the Night. Hey I know these things because I am a busybody!
He stopped. “Well…. yes. This IS the real me. I have personality disorder, cherie. You haven’t read my autobiography, ah, of course you haven’t! (smiled, his attention on me once more) How silly, I didn’t Read that from you. I have terrible moodswings (he rolled the ‘r’s ). Forgive me, Bianca.”
I chattered, my equivalent of a laugh. A musician,yes, is like that. My neighbor was too, she often screams out her anguish when like 5 minutes ago she was just calm. Lestat took his seat beside my chair and rested his chin on his hands. Nearer, the turquoise pupils were brighter than normal, able to scan into me, as if he could see my soul.
“I’m sorry. I promise not to alarm you. Now I am calm.”
Lonely child---------- I found myself thinking.
He accepted this remark graciously with affection.
You’re not a maniacal demon?-------- I put this question honestly. He seemed to be open to suggestion.
No, I’m not a demon, Bianca. I feel honoured to hear you speak, does it mean I’m privileged to hear your thoughts?---------- Lestat asked. He looked really cute, perfect lips, his voice very soft.
Yea, kind of.
Lestat smiled and told me, please continue. I used human speak now because he already knows I’m mortal and it is draining to be telepathising.
“Ok, about being a shapeshifter. You need to pick a shape, like a big cat, or weasel. Next you study it in detail, the habits, the mannerisms and so on to become the animal itself. If someone cannot muster the skill properly, he may end up having a cat’s head, or wings and human shape. He may get stuck forever.
“Those myths picturing cat headed goddesses or goat satyrs are plainly our ancestors who couldn’t retain the full shape. The worst thing is they cannot change back. Forever.” Briefly, since history isn’t one of my fortes, I told him what animals my grandparents were, my grandpa was a jaguar in South America. My aunt was a brown rat.
“You’re not forbidden to talk about your background?” the vampire said, clasping his hands on the table.
If I was, I didn’t know. My teachers say it’s ok to tell people interested in us. What about you? You’re not a lamia?
Lestat sat back, toying with a coin, made it flip up, then it spun slowly, suspended. “Um, I’m not lamia. I cannot produce children. I’m a made vampire, hence bisexual. Whoever I fancy, they will become my children in the sense. Other things, I cannot tell you.”
As this surreal conversation continued, I realized that Lestat was nothing frightening. He had done the fancy introduction, but just to impress. He seemed hurt, read anger, that I was scared. His voice was very low, could be higher if he got excited. I liked his touch. Strong hands, my conscience reminded. A Killer’s hands.
“Do not worry. I will be extra careful. Are you still afraid, cherie?”
I laughed, took a lock of his hair and played with it. “Bianca, you want to go home now right? I promised. Come on then,” he sighed, rising. Navigated a number of turns before the front room, ah yea! Freedom at last!
I flew low following him. His wild hair flopped as the breeze fluffed it. The house was on high ground, now we were on lower ground. “What is your address?”
I told him. Luckily I had memorized it. Lestat thought for a bit. We cut through a small marketplace. Several more turns before I was on familiar terrain. Oh. The Smoky Tavern was where I had bumped into.
“Hey, you will accompany me again right? I’m alone here. Nobody to talk to. Mostly I watch plays, other than normal activities. I’m really excited about this meeting. I still haven’t told you more about myself. Let’s exchange more stories next time ok?”
I was worried. Oh dear. Now he wanted my company, why is it that I’m so attractive? Lestat stopped, gazed at me. Hopeful, happy-sad. I felt soft- hearted. “I like you, Bianca. I hope we can be kins?”
Er, friends then.------------ I replied slowly.
Yes, let us be friends. It will be nice to have company. Are you not a lonely child too?----------- his thoughts a French train automatically becoming melodious images to me. He really wants this, he seems to need it more than I do.
That’s my house. Bye! Lestat rose up to our window. He looked into our room, curiously.
“Good night. Ah, that is your brother? Marcus, a wise name. So fortunate, I’m an orphan now. Can I see your human shape? I won’t hurt you, I swear it.”
No, he had to earn that trust. Lestat said he would contact me again, then he flew upwards. When I changed back, my non hawk eyes couldn’t detect him anymore.
In the morning when we were both fully awake, Marcus went berserk with his authoritarian typical male hood protectiveness.
“So what now? Lestat the dangerous fiend knows our location! Why were you so careless?” my soft spoken little brother demanded of me. As if he could have thought of a better idea! “According to folklore and myth, as well as research, he says he needs no introduction. This Lioncourt genes are prominently unpredictable. No one can control him except his elders. But we don’t know that for certain. He is a mad vile fiend.”
I strode about the room, remembering the pleasant images the charming vamp had planted in my mind. Yes, he may have tried to hypnotize me but he didn’t. He just wanted a friend to talk with.
“Marc, he won’t attack… he’s friendly, gentlemanly. He knew I am human, I’m not who I am as Bianca. We felt safe in his home. He was abiding by the vampire code of hospitality at all times, Marc.”
“What?” my bro was hyperventilating. He couldn’t believe his ears. I smiled. Being a Sagittarius means I’m unpredictable. Why not? I didn’t mind or fear so much. It was a cool game.
“GAME? This isn’t some soccer or child’s play Sis! You Are mad. He must have brainwashed you! Lestat de Lioncourt is a true fiend. Look, look what I’ve printed out from the internet!” He shoved papers at me. I browsed through them.
VAMPIRE LESTAT’S CASE OF LEAVING THOUSANDS OF BODIES DISPOSED OF IN CANALS
SUSPECTED VAMPIRIC KILLINGS, NECKS OF VICTIMS BROKEN AND BLOOD DRAINED OUT OF THEM
NO TRACES OF GUNSHOTS
Was this the same guy who hosted the evening? Played the piano, singing French-english. Cradling me in his arms. My bro supported his stand by talking about taboo, shapeshifters and vampires cannot mingle. It is illegal by law.
“It’s ok bro. I can take care of myself. I’m 2 years your senior. Don’t start on this male syndrome ok? Please! I am the oldest, not You!” I retorted. I masqueraded from hawk to mortal. “I can take care of myself. Our instincts are strong too, from the oldest rats’ genepool. So I definitely can get out of danger if I wanna.”
In my dreams Lestat came. He spoke to me, sometimes forlorn, excitable, happy like a kid or depressed. “Bianca you’re so pretty. It’s nice to see your mind.”
“Since when can you come into dreams? Won’t I be in deep shit?” I’m a lucid dreamer which means I can talk coherently in my sleep. One of the Gifts of being a raptor.
He agreed. Long lashes over blue-green pupils. Not green like emerald but blue green, aquamarine colors. Lestat began speaking his native tongue. I frowned. He took my hand in the dream. It was comfy.
“That is I love you in French, Miss Bianca. Ma cherie. I often felt lonely until I met you. I promise not to harm you, I always honour my promises. Trust me can you? I feed well before I come, so there won’t be any need or urging in me. And I am able to curb the lust. Charis my friend is good in Dreamshifting. I’m practicing what I have just learnt.”
Eager to please, positive tone. Lestat waited. I was face to face with him, some distance away. Natural enemies.
“Why do you say you love me? I do not understand. As avian we do not say love so lightly,” I explained.
Still I was totally taken by the blood drinker. He kissed my hand, my cheeks. “Please trust in me. I really want to know you! I haven’t got a real Shaper as a contact before,” he beseeched. Lestat’s golden hair was loose, tumbled over my face as he bent down. I laughed.
“Oh? Friendship.” I insisted. The other sighed, made a flourish.
“Ok ok, as friends first.” Then I was awake and expected Lestat to be seated beside me, grinning, blood dripping down his chin. And me being an undead regiment. Cold wind.
My window was open. I got up and shut it, then stumbled back to bed. My beating heart would slow. Nope. None of that.
Dreamshifting. Lestat found me again and blocked me before I could exit lucid dreaming. He was in evening French era dressing and took a walking stick. He smiled, holding out his arms.
Hi my love. I mean, my new friend. Would you care to have dinner with me tomorrow night, at about 7.30pm? Meet me at the Bistro Delicia.
You cannot eat. ---------- I answered.
I can too. I want to see you Miss Bianca. You will freak if I pop out of the air. Pleeeease? Lestat didn’t use hypnosis for this, he was just dying to know my answer.
Play hard to get. Um Are you not busy? With what activities vampires need to go about?
He made an impatient gesture. I am free! That’s why I asked you out. I am free now. I seldom get busy. I’ll feed before I come.
His frock looks quite old, dusty and wornout. He smiled, Well yeah, I could dress up more. I’m vain. But I will have an occasion to look more presentable than this if you come outside. C’mon it is crowded how could I ever get a chance alone with you?
I softened. So desperate and lonely. I thought Lestat was one of the most popular vamps around the place! Ok. The vampire exclaimed great! And hugged me.
I told mum I would be on a date with a new beau. Of course not revealing his true immortality. My parents are the Strict sergeants when it comes to the Shaper Rules. She still kept a tab on me.
I wore my dark blue trousers and red tanktop. I always wear this apparel because I’m boyish and simple. What Lestat saw in me I didn’t get. He must be really lonely to want to see a norm fellow like me. Maybe he would even ditch me when this evening was done. I reached the Bistro by 7.30 sharp.
When I told the reservation counter if Lestat had reserved a place, the waiter ushered me to a table at the corner for two. Candlelights. Fine dining. Everybody was in fine dressing. I felt cold from the aircon. Man! The waiter said ‘Monsieur Lestat Francoise Jeanne’ would come back soon. I sniggered at the name.
I ordered water. Kept my special eyesight tuned on any movements. Now he strolled in, his hair held back by a black satin ribbon. He was wearing a shiny blue evening coat, those with shirt tails behind. Others would look lame in them but he looked cool! Lestat de Lioncourt! I laughed, tried to stifle it.
“What is it, Bianca? The name? I picked it myself. Sounds classy. Whoa, you look…. Astounding! In real form. Cool!” Lestat smoothly sat down, opening the menu. “Come order whatever you need. I will pay for everything.”
Why? My dressing is supposed to have the opposite effect on you, Lestat!
The vampire laughed, showing only a little of his fangs. Not dripping blood. “Hey, don’t be gross, my child. I like to be clean. No I like this virgin image.” He ordered fish and chips for himself. Mine was roast ribs in golden gravy. The fish came first. I scrutinized my companion.
I also needed tips, I’d never been dining at this type of classy place before. Lestat used the cutlery with no problems at all and carved bite sized pieces for eating. He chewed normal.
“Um it tastes good?” I asked when he did not appear to be choking or coughing or making a face.
“Great. Our taste is less acute than a mortal’s but we do eat. No smell,” Lestat replied. His intent gaze was less, he could feel my peeking curiosity and a little shyness (shyness at being inappropriately dressed in a high class restaurant) “Bianca, how should chips taste and smell?”
“Salty, crispy. Hard, crunchy.” Lestat nodded. Good listener. Just as we were chatting casually, and he willing to pay for more food, my mobil vibrated. I had the sense to turn it to silent!
“I need to call-------- can I?”
“Yes go ahead.” Lestat started on the jelly, if you look closely you will see that he’s trying to make it a nice experience. Mum was outside, behind her car.
She asked me, “Where were you? Inside there? I couldn’t see you. Where is this man?”
The moment my mum laid eyes on Lestat her eyes popped out. Such a fine gentleman! Was her first remark. This is from the outside behind the glass, mind. The blond nodded to us. Flashed a charismatic smile.
When I went back in, he said, “Is your mother ok with me? I ordered some fries.”
“Yes yes she likes you.” Luckily our hands didn’t connect as we took from the plate.
Is it possible for vampires to find happiness in spite of their ordeals and pain? If we accept each other’s flaws, can we cross that dangerous barrier one day? I don’t think of Lestat as a supremely evil being as from the movie, but I prefer to think of him as someone who’s impetuous, kind hearted and a good teacher.
*Italics means telepathy thoughts
My name is Krystal Bratford, I’m fifteen plus this year. A.k.a Bianca, my alias for my hawk in shapeshifter state. I made it up because I didn’t want anybody to know that me and the hawk are the same and one person. As a beast animal you talk via mind shifting, or telepathy.
I’m a new citizen on Freemandling Island. In case you’re looking up a world map atlas, it’s not located anywhere on the map. It is an island only for the preternatural (by rumours) and occupied by the Shapeshifters. My parents heard of this place and thought it would be good to spend the vacation here for the experience. Hopefully I don’t have to move again. I’m beginning to love this place.
My family is average, I’m the eldest sister and my brother Marcus takes the shape of a serval, an African cat. My mum is a Deer and my father is a Tiger. Spats are unavoidable.
I met Lestat when I was out walking one night. I’ve been recording this for anyone who would like to read it. I’m proud of this as I am one of the first of my kind to actually be best friends with vampires and remain myself.
I Am not a blood drinker, I am still mortal.
A night when I felt bored. My folks had gone on another business trip, leaving my brother and myself alone again. It’s normal to be home alone with my sibling. Still Marcus was in an anti social mood, playing video games, so I went walking alone. It’s unadvisable after dark huh? But I was too careless to care. My star sign is Sagittarius, which makes me pretty relaxed and tomboyish, so I didn’t think there was anything to truly frighten the piss out of me.
I flew out as a hawk, wanting to see the sights of the nightlife, when I whammed into a wall. I forgot I am a diurnal animal. Dizzy vertigo. Why didn’t the place stop fuzzing around?
A man stood near me. I stared up at him. Funny, I didn’t see him before? I made out his paleness in the street light, pure red lips. He smiled as if he had too many teeth. Emerald eyes that gleamed brighter than a mortal’s.
“Ma chere, I won’t hurt you. Shh, don’t struggle. You will feel worse. Calm down,” he whispered, a finger stroking up a feather.
What’s a chere? I thought. Ok, good news is, he’s a nature lover so I’m not to be hauled to some poacher’s illegal hideout to be shipped out. The bad is…. He doesn’t seem to be ordinary Mr Smith next door.
Are you a-------------? --------------I ventured
Yes I am that. A vampire.----------- He replied.
Don’t lay a hand on me. Whoever you are. I did inform my friends I am coming here.
The man threw back his head and laughed, picking me up. I felt like puking. He cradled me to his chest, glanced at me and talked to me soothingly. I felt bouncing as he walked, funny was, I could not see how fast he was moving.
I’m not afraid of anybody, little bird. Don’t you know who I am?
I stopped shivering and struggled to escape. His grip tightened. “Ah ah ah, it’s broken. I’m going to bring you home for treatment.”
He was right. My wing hurt. The streetlights illuminated us. Soft fluffy blond hair loose, collar length. He was wearing an old fashioned coat with ruff sleeves.
Little one, my name is Lestat. The way you fight is so human. I like that. I am the notorious, nefarious, reckless and one time famous Child of the Millenia, he told me calmly.
Titles, titles! I was so groggy and sleepy they seemed all slurred together. His embrace was comforting, temptingly. A part of me cried out, do not give in to this! Must escape later. Aloud Lestat kept up the chatter, lovingly caressing my head.
“You shouldn’t be out at night. It’s dangerous, you’re quite badly hurt.”
Later, he mentioned he always wanted a pet bird. “Bianca, ahhh, is that your name? Ma cherie, don’t worry. If you’re not human, there’s nothing to fear of me. Sleep.” I closed my eyes.
Do not change, do not! I willed myself even as I was unconscious. Lestat’s voice, a chuckle. I cracked open an eye to check out my surroundings. I had been laid on a basket with wool, water dish. Brown things were laid out, on closer inspection, dead rats! Yuck! I gagged. Struggled on my stomach.
The lights were dimmed for a drowsy effect. No fluorescents, all chandeliers.
“Hey you’ve woken. Try to sleep, child. I called a vet. Didn’t want to bother him, but yours is an important case,” Lestat said, floating to my side very fast. No naked eye can track it for slower shots. I glared as fiercely at him as I could manage. Whoa is he sincere about this?
“I AM sincere love. Don’t hurt my feelings. I love animals. Why should I hurt you? Yes please come this way, Mr Robins. It’s a hawk, she knocked into a wall. I’ll make the lights brighter for you.”
He did not move, but suddenly spotlights hurting the eyes changed the big room. Thankfully the vet was human, I was assured by his warm hands.
Fine after an injection…. No! I hate injections. Let me out! Let me out, I spread my wings, ignored the pain on my left one and sprang up. Windows, walls, dammit! All closed up! I shrieked.
Stop stop! You’ll be injured more!---------- Lestat yelled into my head.
I collided with a wall, slid down into hands. The needle point pierced into me and I passed out.
The next I awoke to was to the sound of humming, in tune with an oldies song. Piano accompaniment. I stood up on talons, walked awkwardly with a turkey’s gait, curling up on knuckles. Hopped off the table. Walked on the floor in the direction of the music.
I tried out my wing which ached. We heal quickly, so actually the medicine is not needed. By day, I would be unbroken again. My situation is SOS, but I can’t send any thoughts to any of my folks. Some sort of telepathy- block inside here. How will I survive this? If I accidentally changed back, Lestat would pounce on me as a morsel! Shit, shit, shit.
The house was like an open maze. The humming got louder as I closed in. I cocked my head, half slid on the waxed floor and stopped at the open door. Such a huge mansion! My rescuer had his eyes closed, yes his complexion was alabaster white. Definitely vampiric blood. Soft gold curls about his head, it glowed with perfection, complementing his naturally androgynous looks, he was maybe 20 to 30 years? He was singing to the piano he played, without a music book.
“You’re well, cherie? Curious huh?”
“What? Cherie is French for affection, for my love. Don’t be angry at me,” Lestat said, still playing on and smiling in an offguard manner. I was mad and hovered about the room. No place to land! I settled for the piano end furthest from the vampire. All windows were barred and locked. Shit, forget reconnaissance. I’m doomed!
Outlaw! Won’t you let me go? You’ll be sorry!
“Outlaw? I’m none of that. Come nearer. Beside me. Do not worry, I like animals. You’re a rare beauty, a red tail hawk.” I stopped a few feet away, he touched my feathers. Admiration arose in me….
A Piano? It’s good you are a musician, I thought vampires don’t do classical---- I said cleverly.
Lestat’s smile widened, he pointed at me. “So cute. Yes it is mine….” He explained proudly about it, the model and so on, but I don’t remember the details as I am not a pianist. I relaxed enough to feel the music underneath and ruffled my feathers to make myself look bigger than I was.
Lestat was so immersed in it so completely, he sang to himself. His English was French- accented and sounded really nice. He stopped after about three hours, stretching his fingers and said, “It’s almost dawn. I have to go to bed now. Bye.”
He moved so quickly that there was simply no one but me left in this room. Oh darn, I need him to let me out!
Lestat! Lestat, I want to go home. Let me out! ------------I screamed.
The vampire returned, annoyed and sleepy. “Stay here Bianca. I said I’m tired and I need to sleep.” He stumbled away. I flew after him, trying to remember which turn was which, but failed to. Lestat entered a bedroom. It was lavishly decorated, heavy draperies and veils covered the bed. He did not go to the bed, but he went instead to a coffin behind it. It had golden trim edges, the vampire opened the lid, climbed in and closed it.
I myself fell asleep again on the bed. I found that I had changed back to human form, feeling a mattress beneath me. I forced myself to leave, noticing the coffin beside the bed, walking through the house. I held no hope of escape because it was much too huge and dark. I bumped into a couple of servants but I cannot speak French so I couldn’t communicate with them. Finally a room with a phone, the type that’s quaint and a ring-up system. A dial tone yes!
“Hi, Marcus. It is me. I’m in Lestat’s house, the one and only. I can’t get out, I dunno how to…. You’re gonna check him up? Kay, kay, do that. No, no he’s not hurting me. I’m fine. He will wake up soon, perhaps seven pm? I’ll try to make him release me. I don’t know! I was all in the dark. Bye.” Ok that done, I morphed back into a bird again. It made him happy and have control of me. Lestat’s attracted naturally to blood, but not animal blood so I am safe in this shape.
It was easy to persuade them to feed me simply by squawking for attention. They fed me well with fish and scraps. I filled my stomach.
At dusk, I returned to his bedroom. Haven’t seen a vampire waking up before. Curious. The coffin lid moved to the right. Lestat stretched himself, sat up and rose. “Ah, fresh. Yes! Hello Little Bianca!” he greeted me, springing to my side. Excited smile on his face.
How could he be menacing? I thought for a bit and then said hi too.
“You must be curious as to my sleeping habits. Do you understand now?” Lestat said amiably, glancing at the coffin. “Today I don’t feel like feeding… do you want to go anywhere?”
I would like to go home.
He sighed, threw up his hands. ‘My dear, I Will take you home! I swear upon that, on my account okay? Bianca, keep me company. Make me happy. I haven’t got company since I came here. Or I will be mad.” The firmness in tone deemed no argument. Don’t push anymore.
He led me to a huge drawing room, it had a large table in the centre. He made himself comfortable in a couch. I stood on top of another chair, grasped the rim.
“Lestat De Lioncourt is my full name. Yes, I am French. I moved here because I wanted a change in environment from Paris and New Orleans. It does have American flavour and other cultures as well. It has been like, half a year already. I have been to Europe before, Americas, Miami and New Orleans I am more familiar with.”
Why did you not remain in France then? To see the world? -------- I was rapt by his friendly introduction. Lestat smiled, went to a cupboard and slotted out a bottle of Chardonnay red wine.
“Would you like some?” I shook my head no. Clink of the glass rim as he filled his glass with the red liquid. OMG, I’m really talking, talking! To the notorious Vampire Lestat, one of the most powerful immortals to ever walk the earth. I’ve no idea of him personally, so far, but my parents had awe for the famous personalities of the Night world and Shapeshifters.
He came back and sat again, crossed his legs. Sipped the liquid and I heard him think, metallic, no taste. Not like blood. “Yes I am Parisian. I love touring countries, especially those that have cities. I don’t much like the countryside. I am sociable and love to mix. But, this time I felt like staying here. Much more peaceful. You were born here, Bianca?”
I shook my head. Lestat’s smile widened, he leaned forward to place the glass upon the small desk in front.
“I am so excited. Louis has always been the one to talk to the reporters, he even got a movie and his book is on the charts. But not me. People fear me more than they want to get to know me. I’m hot tempered, crazy at times! Yes! And, even you fear me,” he faltered, saddened. He sniffed blinking quickly.
I was surprised. He asked me once more. I nodded. You’re, you’re the great and famous Lestat. Whereas I’m just a little bird. You scared the hell out of me.
He nodded and gazed at me tenderly. “Cheers.” He toasted me.
Um, I don’t mind being your friend. It’s sad, that you are alone here. How else could I have a chance of leaving this house in one piece, alive?
Lestat raised his hands like a conductor, me taken aback.
“Friend is so casual a word! I want someone I can open myself to…. Someone closer to me. More, more than a best friend. How about kinsmate? What do you say Bianca?”
I consented, made him laugh. He rose gracefully and rested his hand on my back, rubbing my feathers.
Tell me about your friend----------- I bade him. His voice was just sexy.
“The Night world…. Louis, I made him my kind to keep me company. He’s the softest hearted person in the world. I was attracted to him. Still, (harder tone) Louis can be so infuriating! If you approach him on important matters, he will break down! He can’t be tough or strong for me. Which I desperately need! My people shun me, because of my seemingly reckless moves. But they forget. They forget I do have feelings, the urges to do something not sit still! I cannot force my impulsive nature somewhere. You’re young. You understand don’t you?”
Lestat appeared almost human now, lost, forlorn.
I understand you, Lestat. ------------ I replied.
“I’ve been trapped as a twenty one year old since I was changed back in my homeland. 2oo plus years already have passed…. I love to hear stories too. Bianca, what about your stories? Let us go outside. Did you see the view?”
I followed him out to the third floor balcony. He took a lamp so I could see him. When he played enough with me, perhaps I could be free. The house was derelict, all lights were chandeliers. Hot, orange, dim. Can it still hold? I wondered. It’s so ancient.
“I had it made after my old house the Rue Royale. That one got burnt down. It’s not that old!” he chuckled, opening a pair of large doors. The balcony. Nightlights lit up the city before the beholder, in the darkness. I landed on a tree, where I felt safe. “Like it? I choose places with the most scenery.”
“Cool!” At this I made Lestat laugh out loud----------- American chic.
I can’t believe I got won over by the power of the vampire’s charisma. He bowled me over from his zealousness, hospitality and cheer, mixed with some sadness here and there. Avians and serpents also abound in the city, I wonder how they are. If they will know whether someone or a life is extinguished. We are so small.
The moon cast its special glow on Lestat’s face. He was elegant and tall, the Victorian era clothes out of place, yet fitted him nicely. He chose to talk, not using the mind. “Less frightening. For a first timer, I don’t want to scare you. Didn’t you think it was dangerous to leave your house at night? Please answer.”
Only please didn’t sound like please, not the right word. More like commanding. “I love to hear stories. You could make it up,” he added to soften this. Really, he could hear me thinking. His tone was almost inaudible, but he knew that as a beast, my hearing is thousands of times stronger and more sensitive than a human’s.
I could hear perfectly. Story time. I could talk about myself. I’ve done it plenty of times in front of people.