Friday, May 05, 2006

My poor friend in more pain than we imagined!

Louis opened the door. For a moment we just stared at each other awkwardly. Then he smiled shyly. Music wafted on invisible air to my ears, a new song. The pianist was practicing. I asked if he was better.

“Where were you? Lestat says he has been alone these nights. Did we not agree to accompany him?” I demanded. Louis did not respond.
“I did. I came home earlier yesterday. At ten.” He said coolly. I was stung. In that Who are you to criticize me tone.

“Hey I was busy.” I sulked.

The other scowled and sounded grumpy, “I was as well. I was doing research about cures, medicine--------- he broke off when the piano stopped. Lestat turned to face us, hair caught up low by a black satin ribbon. He was quizzical. Louis disappeared. I was torn between rushing after him and demanding a full explanation and apologizing for my rudeness.

Lestat was excited. He was so light today and practically danced when I said I would bring my favourite Japanese cd. “Then you shall have more fun. You’ll see… playing Utada’s first love. Is that right? It is a great score.”
He whipped the cover over the piano. I felt the dizziness as if it were mine when my teacher walked unsteadily to the nearest couch and fell into it. He was gasping for breath. His fangs showed as he fought not to scream. Mask of agony. I sat on the floor.

Lestat. Hang in there. Louis will be here shortly. I touched his trembling damp arm. He was wet with perspiration.

Thank you. will… be fine… even his strong voice sounded like he had been drained. Oh. Don’t look at me… go outside. Now. He had his eyes closed.

I stood up. Louis returned with a glass of semi-transparent liquid. Lestat gulped it down and leaned back. His labored breathing softened. They murmured in their native language. I went outside for a while. It smelled like the Strong Panadol.

Since when did my teacher take that kind? Before he was hospitalized, he only needed the commercial kind of aspirin, paracetamol. The poison’s returned! Please, no! I felt terrible. Louis shut the door again and looked at me helplessly.

The sick guy was protesting, But we don’t feed in the house. It’ll be all smelly. And besides Hawk lives here too. She’ll be grossed out, he had complained finicky and fussy.

I reassured him that I did not mind. He wanted to stand up and try to walk but I refused him and was busgirl for a while. I took the phone, his black book and whatever he needed.

Back to the present. We talked in Louis's room, closed door. “I was not angry with you anymore. I accept your apologies. Um I didn’t reply your Sendings?” The younger vampire was puzzled. I faithfully listed all the times I had contacted him. It’s very easy to remember Sendings, like internet login and out, it is recorded in our minds.

“Maybe you didn’t hear me. Anyway, what did you find?”

Louis had been busy. Other than talking to his seniors, he also read up and went on the Internet, libraries and bookstores. The bookstores on herbs were far out of town. I marveled at this, as he does not dare to go to new places without his Maker. However it was a secret from Lestat. “I was lost. But luckily met some kind souls willing to help me out. These are the only news. The Chirac is so rare.”


I said Mom had related the same thing. “Can you tell me something? Why is he taking stronger panadol now? The commercial ones?”

Louis blinked very rapidly, then the light went out. He was crying. I Changed and stroked his soft hair. Bianca. He… did not tell me. I was too busy. And you know his stubbornness. He----- called you? It has been two months already. I only found out when he fainted from its effects in the bathroom. He would not wake up. He did not, until the next night. And then he threw up several times. I forced him to tell me. We fought.

I said, why? Why do you lie to me? I love you. And Lestat was mad. I guess he was also angry at himself, at his agony and weakness. He refused to let me into his heart. It is So frustrating I cannot Read his mind. I cannot until he talks. See? It is so late. The symptoms have worsened.

I was saddened. How long would he continue to put on a show? Acting takes plenty of effort. It is what is known as the needless energy expended. We could not leave him alone anymore! I stood on the ledge. Brat Prince was still awake, his room has the balcony and light was spilling out. I Hid my worries and shut the window. I hugged Pointe and told him we would find a way. We lowered our voices.

“Louis, I can talk to Omaga again. Lestat will listen to him. He has the same authority as Marius. He can help check out the alternatives. Don’t be negative ok? Your bf will be fine.”

“Thanks. Hey, you wanna sleep now? Let me wash my face first. I’ll tuck you in.” When he returned I asked what they were talking about in french.
“Oh. Lestat told me specifically not to reveal all the stuff I just blurted out. You are too young to handle this.” Louis smiled tenderly. “But you can. Okay. I will contact Mrs Smollen. She knows many people all over the world. And Quinn knows some people. Hey you can get online and talk to him right?”

Yep. It was settled. We could use messenger to talk. As long as Lioncourt was in the dark about it. Quinn and me often chatted online but so far he was too busy with college work to meet us. His studies had been interrupted by his Maker’s conversion, plus his bro’s problem and the exorcism. Then Mona’s problems. So many headaches.

There are 2 computers in Rue Royale, one is an old MS DOS one in the storeroom. When we got the new one I shifted it to Louis’s room. A Pentium IV. Of course my brother had to convince them of its improved speed and stuff, though they didn’t care about it. But there is no printer. Working on it.

BIANCA elfin princess: I don’t want to be one of you.

QUINN 604: Better not. It sucks, the gift. I call it curse. How is Lestat? He is my idol. It’s really worrying he won’t rest .will try to talk to my friends. They can help.

BIANCA:Yea. We told him to lie down early these nights. Sometimes he will be watching tv instead of sleeping. He’s afraid to be alone.

QUINN: Bianca. How long u met each other?

BIANCA: oh for 2 and ½ yrs already. I noe he’s phobic. Ack. Louis will talk to u.

-Hey Quinn. How r u? it’s weird this netspeak.

QUINN: he sleep now? like 2 early. Thx, fine. U take care ok? Anyway, talk to him. He’s always appreciative of pple. Talk x 200.

BIANCA : lol! Lol! When u come, need u to tutor me maths.

QUINN: What topic?

BIANCA: Differentiation. U know this? Ok if not.

QUINN: I do. Sure.

BIANCA: YAAAAY! Uh-oh, Lestat is yelling at me. Gtg. Bb.

“Bianca! Get off the computer this instant. Come in here! Why are you always logging in?” the spoilt puppy hollered. He squashed me when I sat by his bedside. As usual he was in pajamas and looked very small and tired in his large bed. But he did not want to sleep in the coffin in front of me. He will not unless I go to sleep.

“ Sorry. I’m chatting with Quinn. You know right? I like talking to him.”

“ Better than my company? Anyway don’t sleep too late. Will he teach you maths? You want to pass.” Lestat smiled, covering my small hand with his long fingers.

“ Hopey so. I desperately Need to pass! Can’t you sleep? Don’t take too much painkiller. Here, some oil. Smell it. It helps disperse headaches. Try.” He did and balked at the smell.

“ Yuck.” I asked him if he hurt. My mom sent me some natural herbs to reduce nausea. Sometimes I put them in drinks and gave to him. Lestat was touched by our concern. Thank Artemis he didn’t cry though. “ No no. I am better now. Is Louis online? What? He is. Since when.”

I laughed. “ Yea. You ought to, some time.”

“ I prefer face to face, typing is so tiring. Not to mention radiation. What is our mouth for?”
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