Thursday, May 04, 2006

Blood transfusion--- vulnerable for the master

-Princie and Brat prince are my nicknames for Lestat
-Pointe is Louis, shy, dark haired and our advisor


“I can instruct you on the proper etiquette. We are usually from the 17th century or before that, so good manners are very important. Curtsey when you greet my people.”

I demonstrated. Lestat winced, saying I needed more practice with a skirt. He has yet to decide the chapters, so mostly he encouraged me to do active participation, which is to read up on gothic stuff and ask questions. I enjoyed these active discussions. Lestat talked to me as an equal which was cool. He never belittled me and always listened sincerely to my opinions. Of course there was no perfection----- Princie was unhappy and furious at some of the misconceptions mortals had, like they prey upon the old and helpless.
“We don’t do that. At least I teach my fledglings and youngsters not to. Those could be the rogue vampires. If the old is wicked like that case study we read about, yea. She deserves to die.” But most of the time lessons were enjoyable to a great extent. His emotionality spiced up the time we were together.

Louis seldom put in any comments, unless he was cranky.

A month after, Lestat treated me to chocolate-chip triple deluxe ice cream as a reward. He is usually generous with treats. I don’t get that from my parents much. Pampered. “The fruit of my labours. More ?” I filled up the glass again and licked my spoon.

“You will make her fat,” Pointe said grumpily. Deprived of attention from the French vamp and was girlfriendless that night. Louis had only fed a little before this stupid car gave an alarm and he had to flee. The spotlights swept outwards seeking the target. Luckily, his skill had improved such that the weak vampire managed to elude the pursuers. He glared.

“No. it’s only a rare treat. If you don’t want my attention, I will give all my love and lavish upon Little Hawk. At least it’s reciprocated,” his master purred. He switched the radio channel to a very emotional violin piece. Louis muttered to himself------- sentimentalities, you don’t care. I’m already feeling like shit and you put this on. Lestat toggled several channels until he settled on a country song and hummed loudly.

“Krystal, have you eaten dinner?” Louis asked, choosing to blank out on the out of tune voice. I giggled. Just because he cannot sing, he’s jealous of Lestat’s caroling. “I am not. Listen, he sounds weird.”

“Uh huh. I did plenty of vigorous activity in the day, so this will replace all my lost muscles. Thank you for your concern,” I replied. “So Louis, cheer up already. Why don’t you go later? When the police are sleeping? Midnight.”

The raven-haired guy moaned, rubbing his eyes. He shut the book. “Cher what’s up? Feeling drained? How about drinking from me?” the blond guy suggested. I was worried. I hadn’t seen him drained dry but reading the descriptions, it sounded worse than transfusion. Lestat would collapse on the floor seeing the place in a spectrum of colours when he was dizzy from transfusion. I didn’t want that.

Pointe was quick to decline, “No thanks. I prefer human blood." He asked me to stay further away, or I was giving temptation.

What if you don’t manage to find any? Better accept my offer. I am clean now. Drug free. I’ve had to be fastidious.” Lestat stood, blew the dust off the tv top and winked at me.

“Like an ad,” was my response. “Maybe it’s better not. Louis can take care of himself. I don’t want you flatout and exhausted.” The musician was touched by my concern. Lately he has gotten better at repressing his extreme emotions, so he was not weepy.


They left me alone. I heard the younger guy assuring him he was fine, then the sound of ecstatic moaning. It was rude to watch, so I pretended to be deaf. When it was quiet, I snuck a peek.

“Lestat .” He was flat on the bed, some blood on Louis’s collar, both their lips were reddened, cheeks flushed from the recent activity.The younger vamp pushed himself off and glanced at me. He tried to conceal me from his view while he adjusted the covers.

“Is he okay? He looks exhausted.” I sat by the bed.

“Yea he will in fifteen minutes.”Louis assured me. Lestat slowly flickered open his ethereal pupils, right one was smaller and more violet than the left. I used a cloth to press his bleeding wrist. His breathing was laboured. He could not speak. After a while, we helped him to a sitting position.

“How are you feeling now?”

He closed his eyes again and his boyfriend pushed a pillow behind his head. “Why did you come in, girl? Don’t … want you.. seeing me…. Like that. Awful. I’m exhausted.” he said feebly. I told him not to be ridiculous, as if I were a 6 year old. I rubbed his wounded wrist.

“So dirty. Just bite like that. The saliva, eugh,” I remarked. Lestat laughed and patted my cheek.

“Sweetie, don’t worry. It’s the weakness that a vampire goes into when he’s exchanged blood with another. Are you worried? I will be better in 10 more minutes.”

Louis kissed him. I watched as the weakness went away, like how a cloud looms over the horizon and soon my teacher looked more alert and normal. His labored breathing was now a minimum. “If you’re worried, don’t come in until I call you ok? Thanks.”

I watched him drink the honey flavoured tea. My mom insisted I know the recipe in case I felt terrible after mensus.

Next moment, Lestat rushed off to quench his huge well of thirst. A vampire pays a high price for donation of blood; although they heal quickly, a good supply of nourishment would help greatly. It is not necessary to Drink, so if humans are not available, a tired preter would recover by sleeping the whole 24 hours. “But if you’re strong, not 24 hours right?”

“Hmm, nope. I would need just 1 night. Then, Back to normal by afternoon.” The night after, Princie insisted I not go into their shared room for “exchanging/Renewal”. Then I would not freak out. What a beautiful name for bloodletting. It is stylish that the room is much more ambient than his own bedroom. The bedsheets are dark colored, the curtains heavier. “That’s in case neither of us can recover, we can sleep in.”

Bloodletting was mutual and should be regular, according to Marius. It was healthier for a weaker Immortal to accept such nourishment from his or her Maker. But I didn’t agree with that, I couldn’t stand to see Lestat helpless and like a frail kitten. He laughed.

“You wanna stand guard over me? Thank you. How much per hour?” he teased, flopping a hat over me as if I were security.

“No money needed. Ice cream,” I replied in humour. I was serious though in my thoughts that that’s his Achilles’heel.
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