Tuesday, February 21, 2006Eleven: Saviour comes to help out
The Coming of Marius
I love animals especially big cats, caracals, servals and jungle cats. I hope that if u didn’t like them so much, this may change your opinion. Servals are very beautiful, mini leopards and can leap up to 7 feet into the air to catch birds. Marius and Lestat’s background do not belong to me. I rephrase it as much as possible. But the key places like Auvergne and the castle are original.
I went to find my brother at his dormitory. “Where is Marcus Ivan?” The other Shapers made way for the African golden cat, spotted and lean as lightning. I was close to tears when he stepped right up to me. Ivan watched me with his deepset golden pupils quietly.
A cat’s calming effect. Even birds marvel at how much they can see into your mind. They are not strongly telepathic but close. Ivan is so different in his human shape------- all computer games, basketball, soccer guy thick skinned stuff; as a Serval he’s so strong and secure.
In Plainspeak he asked, “Sis what’s wrong?”
“Can I take a picture of you for my friend? He is very sick. He’s dying.”
The cat washed its face with its paw. “Come on, sis. He’ll be fine. He’s an immortal. You mean Lestat de Lioncourt right?”
“But the poison’s taking its toll. Right now Lestat is half in coma. Sometimes even when Louis and I talk to him, he does not seem to hear us! He can barely breathe without choking. And Marius won’t come yet.” I watched him with my hawk eyes, wondering if one day he may give in to his killers’ instincts and eat me up. Ivan laughed in a feline hissing way.
“Krys, Lestat is anti death. We found it in French studies. He will never die.”
I felt more hopeful. Yeah, he had survived all those terrible ordeals! Thank you Artemis! This is my sign then. “I actually made that up. But don’t worry, tell Lestat exactly that, k?”
I morphed back and squeezed my little brother! The serval yowled, struggling to leave my embrace. No wonder he chose to be a Catshape! Before I left I snapped Ivan playing with his other friends in animal shapes. Lestat would be so cheered.
5pm. I waited outside Louis’s coffin in his room, two rooms down from the patient’s. My healer friends didn’t allow me to go in. I was super worried something had cropped up. The only thing I knew was the air conditioner was operating at full blast. He must be so hot.
Seeing the icon of Relixa, I shrieked and scratched it into shreds. I hate her! The shy vampire awoke at 6pm and we discussed what to do. “I told Marius to come to the Central of the Island. Is it correct?”
“Um, no exactly,”I said slowly, watching his face become a puzzled frown. Would be funny were it not for the weighed down atmosphere. “Louis how Do we find this man?! Our island is huge you know.”
Louis wanted so much to stay with his lover, but Marius knew and trusted him. He had to go meet him at the airport. “Won’t he fly here? He can right? Why won’t he?”
The other shook his head: I don’t know. Krys. He works in his own way. I cannot command him.
It was true. I had overlooked that aspect. But I was so bloody anxious! I updated him on the spatials of Freemandling as best as I could. He clarified every important landmark.
You’re all so kind. We’re of different species, no, types….
We’re all equal and friends. Louis pray and believe. I’ll go with you. Omaga consoled him. The Owl clasped him by the shoulders. Louis nodded, eyes filling.
“How is Lestat?” I asked, bursting into the room. I had pushed past Avros the head guy. He muttered about rudeness of teens and not observing the rules of the sickroom.
“He’s stable. But in semi- coma. At least his temperature is cool. Talk to him,”
the nurse told me. She checked over the drip system, its liquid clearly dripping and adjusted the knob on the wires. Then she left in a flurry of wings. Lestat coughed, opening his eyes.
“Louis?” he whispered, grasping my hand, then squinting. His sight was deteriorating. I shook my head and sat down with my best friend. He smiled and shut his eyes again.
“Why? Is now too bright for you?” I said conversationally, trying to be normal. His skin was flaking, this time on his cheeks and chest and sweat had matted his blond locks so they were darkened and stuck to the pillows.
“No. I’m exhausted. What day is it?” Lestat gasped when I said the seventh night. Ï’m gonna die. Marius has deserted me!
No no he’s coming. Tonight. Louis has gone to meet him at the airport. He had stuff cropping up.
Not lying?------- Lestat asked, blinking awake. It was very tedious for him, as if waking up from a thousand year coma. A death sleep is easy to shed off. I drove away all these miserable facts and spoke to him calling to get his attention.
“Look, photos of my brother’s animal shape. An African Serval. Did you see these magnificent cats before? Lestat, ae you listening to me?” He nodded, sitting up with my help and glossing over the pics.
“Cool! So exquisite! Can I---- can I see him? Next time, when I’m well? I’d like to someday.” I loved the kawaii little boy look. Definitely better.
He put his arm around me and kissed my cheek, called me cherie and princess cupcake. Goosebumps to the max! But tonight I was content. Even if he were to hurl abuse at me, I wouldn’t mind. As long as he were not dying anymore. I added my bro’s message, to which he was much comforted.
“Hey could we cover your mortal life tonight? I feel like hearing your story teller’s gift.”
“I thought we covered that already. You really wanna go into it tonight?” Lestat was puzzled. He slipped his hand under the covers.
“It is too dark for me to see, man. Don’t worry. Yes, I want to hear it again.”
The handsome blond sighed, touching the tubes in his skin. I stopped him from raising up his hand. The liquid has to flow down. Omaga says the vampire often tries to pluck it off because it itches. Given his already decaying state, he shouldn’t do that. I closed my eyes, felt my calming Seer’s energy enter Lestat.
He let me into his mind, full of black and white images----------- I grew up in my father’s castle. We share the surname, but other than that I felt no closeness to him. He was a stern disciplinarian. Being the youngest ought to be a privilege but I never could feel that way, Bianca. My 6 brothers bullied me. I was my mother’s favourite, they all knew. Perhaps yes, it was unfair. I felt very, very sad my life was this way. Shortly after, I ran away to a monastery. I loved the way they were serene and admired the prayer life. I wanted to study there. Money was not the problem but, as the youngest and the 7th, an unlucky number, my father felt very differently. He wouldn’t hear of me schooling. It was a waste of time.
I nodded sympathetically and Sent him a soothing wave. Lestat smiled.
Thank you. I felt it was useless to be so good, and I rebelled. I stained my family reputation, at fifteen I had bedded every girl in my town! Look! Hey, how can you laugh? Naughty child…. I did it out of spite, childishness. I hated him with all my soul. Only Gabrielle my mother loved me. When my brothers bullied me, for my smallness and effeminity, she was always there.
I am grateful. This is my best friend Nicki, Nicolas de Lenfent.
A youth of the same age as Lestat, dark hair, laughing. Held a violin case-------- this boy was my age and his father sucked too.
I giggled at this choice of word, He hadn’t consumed anything these two nights. No appetite to feed even. But he said he was ok with food, porridge, soup. He could keep it down.
Lestat continued, sipping the tea we had made: I told you before, right, he was a good confidant when human but when he Changed, he couldn’t accept it. I did not know how to cope, honestly with his death. Nicki was more than a best friend. He signified a brother I didn’t have. Nicki loved to play the violin and I would accompany him singing or the piano. Oui, we have that in common. Oh I forgot this part------- where he and Nicki worked at a Paris theatre. We got by. This place, ah… it was far. Far from Auvergne. Paris which is now so changed, was always an avenue for the arts scene. How we got there? We walked, hitched rides on horse carriages.
“Did you like this sort of life?” I touched his cheek. He blinked, immersed in the past, setting down the cup. I helped to put it back on the table. His telepathic voice strengthened with his passion and hurt of abandonment. Lestat’s charismatic although he isn’t well. I can empathize with ease…..
No, but I loved being away from my home. It was so unhappy for me, not worth living. But I would not be enjoying my time with you, had I killed myself. I asked Gabrielle to leave with me, yes, but she didn’t want to. Did not dare to defy the Marquis? Perhaps. Oh I forgot to tell you, she ended up being my fledgling as well! We cannot Read each other. Of course I hoped I had a nice place to settle down. Bianca, it was a dashed dream! On stage, I blossomed. I acted, sang in plays and did piano. I relished it! I still wish I could, but now I am this monstrous creature, I am unable to. Personal reasons. Magnus, a large sized mostly dark figure------------- my friend said he could not remember exactly. That night was so horrible he blocked it out------------
Magnus had tailed me to Paris. He ruined my life for me. I killed the wolves back home, which impressed him so much he snatched me up.
When I woke up, the fiend drained my life. He bit his wrist, like I usually do and asked me to drink and live forever. Then when I got up, still new and innocent, he jumped into the fireplace. Whoosh! Ashes. I was weakened, because I hadn’t learnt the ropes yet. Marius came by much, much later. Meanwhile, I took whatever life passed by, I could not control myself. It is only as I age that I can control this carnal instinct for blood.
At this point Lestat could not breathe. I panicked. Stay with me! Hey, hey stay! Please! Until Marius comes. He will! The vampire took a deep shaky breath while the nurse strapped on the oxygen. They set it to maximum. I started crying. Lestat was affected, he shook his head, looked very upset. Avros told me in a monotone to quit going to pieces. My inner self: He needs you! Be strong. Louis said take care of him for me. Until I come back. The rough shivering hand fingered my teardrops. I sniffled.
“Does it hurt?” He was so exhausted he closed his eyes. I kissed the blistering skin on his face. The best thing happened then, Louis shouting. Yes, shouting: He’s here! He’s here! Marius!
The tall ancient blood drinker from Rome came in like a shot. He tore his hand and propped Lestat up. The latter took away the oxygen and began to suck enthusiastically. Louis and I jumped up and down, holding each other like fools! Yelling “Woohoo! Woohoo! Hé’s ok! Lestat’s gonna be ok!”
The lovers embraced physically and mushily. I watched. Lestat thanked Marius, who was a bit tired. I made introduction about myself, but he didn’t need to know this. Marius nagged at the patient about his busy life and not to make him waste airfare again unnecessarily. But the other just grinned.
He looks like a 50 year old----------- I mused, to the shock of my companions, except Lestat who agreed. Oops! Then everybody but Marius laughed. He left very quickly too, muttering to himself. We examined the recovered youth, yes, all his skin was healed nicely, pale and shimmery, no more wounds. “Äll of you, merci beaucoup for your assistance. I am touched,”my blond prince announced, back to his hyper mood. In the bed he managed to sound grandiose, bowing slightly. The Eagles and Owls raised their hands in a prayer gesture. We reciprocated.
“If you need my help all you need to do is ask.”
Omaga stayed because they had a lot of things to say. It seemed. I felt neglected. I had stood near his bed but he didn’t glance at me once. The avians took off from the large French windows. Such a nice sight, flying into the dusk. “Louis I wish to be alone now. Where were we, Omaga…..”
Louis noticed that I was miserable. We went downstairs. “I need to have a larger amount of blood tonight. Want to come?”
“Yes.” He was surprised. I was mad. Hey! I was always by his side! How can he neglect me? How can he not want to talk to me? He should be so excited to see me! Not ignore me! Stupid stupid Lestat. Go to hell!
The mild guy tied his hair back, wiped his mouth with a napkin. Hmm you sound really pissed. I get what you mean. Tell him how you feel, maybe it will help? Sometimes my maker is very clueless with women. His failed relationships with Claudia and Mona have shown that.
I scowled. He’s so dumb! Here I was feeling like a lost puppy and helping to keep him conscious! Argh! Damnit! Damnit! And why was I so excited? De Lioncourt had so many suitors! Was I falling in love? My bro had warned me! He had! Louis laughed uncontrollably.
“What is so funny?” I snapped. He still laughed. I smacked him, forgetting. Owwww! Then I giggled too. What a fool I am! Hitting a marble wall! “You---you’re just like him…. Life… is so interesting,” the raven hair young man gasped. Now we were coming to a row of cafes on Food Street 67. Yay! When I’m in a bad mood, I wanna gorge myself.
“Louis, can you treat me? Who asked you to laugh at me?”
He made a generous gesture, after checking his wallet. Chock full. All right! It was so busy still. At first we waited. When there was a free table, we sat down. People mostly of Louis’s twentyish age, real humans, dogs on leashes, some with parrots on their shoulders. What was on the menu? It was so disorganized! No menu in sight.
“Well, do you want to go out and find another?”
“Noooo, I’m starving. I cannot.” Louis hurried to the front and chatted with one busy waitress. How natural he seemed, in this dim light, he looked normal. So, don’t go into the bright light, preters! He came back with two platters of rich looking Black Forrest slices. I wolved it down.
“Hey. I was planning to eat that, Krys!”he moaned. I smiled innocently.
“Louis, come on. Scream at me.”
“Nah. It’s too public.” He ordered some more, this time the waitress came personally, smitten with him. She flirted. I drank three cups of tea. My friend said he was beginning to regret offering to treat me. But he could not back out. A friendly dare, bwaahahaha, evil laugh to the max.
“How would you know if you like someone? And if you turn them on?”
“I can feel it,” Louis replied, swallowing. He loved the taste of the sticky blueberry material. Oh shit. I was being turned onto Lestat. Shit shit! I hit my head. “What’s wrong, Krystal?”
“Lestat, you feel something for him? That’s not unusual, he’s one of the most extroverted and special vampires. He is like a father to most of us. To me. Though, he was the one who Changed our daughter Claudia. I hated him to the core. She was my love. “
Poor Louis. I Sent my utmost encouragement. He smiled. He footed the bill. He sounded like he needed permission to talk about this part of the past. Perhaps Lestat’s presence had something to do with it. “Yes. When he is around, we will fight. Because our views are so diverse! He keeps harping that we betrayed him. I Did beg her not to murder him, after all he saved us. The bad thing being he dominated, forced us to live with him for 65 years.”
“So bratty right? Bad Lestat!”I remarked. I felt less angry now.
The two had wrapped up their conversation when we got back. Louis told him I like him. Lestat smiled. I didn’t.
“What is wrong, my love? Why are you mad?” he touched his chest.
“You ignored me.”
Lestat paused for a long time. I folded my arms, glaring at him. Explain.
“I don’t dare to. I am not sure of the love between us… I have mistaken many loves before. I was so happy to see Louis here, that I must have neglected you. I am sorry, cherie. Really. It’s just, I had been so ill. “
I sulked. He got off the bed slowly and tried to stand. Louis supported him. “Child, I understand you must be so angry right now. Would you like a gift? Would that appease you?”
I nodded. “I will see.” He smiled again, more to relax himself. I wasn’t in a smiley mood. Louis touched my shoulder.
Do you love me? You send me mixed messages. I wanted us to be friends. But I am like, falling in love with you, Lestat. I dunno how to approach this. Man! Help me! He did not respond though I yelled this as loudly as I could into his mind.