Wednesday, May 03, 2006part 2 of 16: Freedom at last! Safely Homing
I nodded, looking out to the starless sky. ‘ Yes, we can. The birds more or less have the ability to foretell, to prophesy. My ancestors died telling the truth, everybody thought they were gaining favour with the governments. So long ago. And we will not be believed.’
My friend absorbed the information I told him, his eyes flickering slightly. That will change, for starters, my Maker must. Krys, come, on the floor.
He tickled me on my stomach. I laughed and we lay on the cool surface together. I feared no molest, they protect me from this. I played with his newly colored hair and he kept tickling me. My stomach hurt from laughing. Louis looked great after this! I could not escape from his ‘assaults’. My phone vibrated a buzzer sound on the table.
I lazily reached for it. “Hello?” Who could it be at this hour?
The person said Lestat’s name and could she talk to his brother. Huh, his brothers are already dead and skeletons….. Oh yea, Louis, only family can register. So they faked this, not that the pair behaved like sibs. I passed to him.
“Yes yes I am speaking. Please. He needs that. That will do, thank you. if he needs anything, give it to him. We will pay for them. No, don’t sedate him. He can come home? When?”
I did not catch the rest of it. Yay! But Louis’s expression was not like mine. He was almost crying and he dimmed the lights so I would not see. The good news was, Lestat’s system was poison free now. Unfortunately, if he fed on poisoned, drugged victims, his symptoms would be aggravated much worse than now. The staff mentioned that the legendary Chirac could cure permanently. It bloomed only once every 100 years. “I was hoping it’d be a complete cure! He’s going to be fine. I ought to be happy. Don’t tell him I cried. He’ll overreact, might get worse.”
“Lestat’s a very powerful telepath. He will find a way. I didn’t tell him about camp, I dunno how he knew.”
“Don’t think on it. I’m counting on his enthusiasm and forgetfulness------- he must be overjoyed. My maker won’t accept weakness. Yes I told them to keep this from him.” Louis sounded husky. I patted his back. “I----- I need to leave in the morning. It’s too bright. But, I don’t know how to go back from here.”
The preternatural stood up, blowing his nose on a silk handkerchief. Mom popped in. I told her we were alright. She Read that my teacher could come home tomorrow. She sent us a sun symbol.
I went with Louis to the forest at 2 am. He said he knew how to go back. “Thanks, Krystal. I love you.” He melted into the undergrowth.
“Bianca! I can go home! I’m well!” was the loud familiar exclamation when I came into his room. “Where is my brother? I’m here, behind you.” He almost lifted me up in his strong embrace. I hid my thoughts, smiling. Lestat’s golden locks tickled me as he bent over. I kissed him.
“He is signing the documents,” I answered, telling myself Don’t give it away. Lestat grinned, spreading his bright cheer throughout the room. I opened the plastic bag of his blue waistcoat, complete with ruffs. He went to the bathroom to change, singing in Italian. I prepared to pack up the books and flowers. We had already brought some baskets back, but there was still so many.
“Bianca, turn around. Am I handsome?” The vampire did a spin, posing. I clapped. He bowed. His full height, golden mane almost to shoulder-length, youthful face of intelligence, violet- blue big eyes of depth. Back to his larger than life image.
“Nothing less than perfect!”
“Good. Come, I will do it myself. You are my visitor, relax,” he said briskly, gathering up a few volumes that were very heavy. I opened the bags and Lestat put them in. How to be a positive person in 20 days, dog manual, comics, Louis’s Ernst Hemingway Inspiration….. even Hamlet was included.
“Wow, you’re widely read.” I commented. That was it, ten altogether. Lestat smiled, patted my shoulder. “Are you sure you’ve recovered?”
“Yep, I’m energetic. Let’s go out afterwards. I miss the outside. A month here,” he replied, pulling out the ruffs on the sleeves. I checked the cabinets and found a pen rolling around inside. “Oh yes… how silly of me. I left it in there. Now where is the box? I’m sorry, really. I did not mean to cast it aside. The inkflow is how I like it. I wrote some on the diary. Want you to review.”
Nope no box. Lestat apologized profusely. I loved this sole spotlight of attention on me, coz many others longed to help him out, but he never paid them attention.
I’m privileged. “Huh? Oh no no, I think it’s too personal. I cannot read it.”
My friend chuckled. “Bianca. Must you be so, so demure? It is ok. It is pointless to write for myself. Ah.” He made the bed go up and swung his feet to and fro.
“Lestat you’re supposed to rest. Lie down first, Louis is not here yet. Come be good.”
Obediently the 200 year old retracted the bed and lay down. He was so kawaii just being quiet and restrained. I laughed. But I noticed his fatigue. Of course he wouldn’t admit it. I bet he did not sleep the whole of the day because he was so excited to return home.
“I did. But they were noisy cherie.don’t worry. Cher!” The lovers embraced. Lestat repeated that he wanted to go out right after we deposited all his things. All over the clouds.
“Yes, but sir, you hafta sign these papers,” Louis told him.
“Bother. Forms…. Couldn’t you sign for me? Surveys.” Brat looked unhappy. Then he brightened, just put ticks. He did one form himself and the rest we did for him, ticking on the Good, Excellent category. What about those times when he shivered so hard? Lestat said he forgave them. “Nice people, I want them rewarded, not bad. Everyone is kind and patient with the spoilt baby. That has to be some mean feat! Sign on this?”
I watched his special signature on the paper. Approval. Free to go. Lestat folded the blankets nicely, a soft touch. Louis nagged that he would not hear of him prancing about. “We will go out tomorrow. Tonight is strictly sleep when we reach home. You’re just out, do you want to collapse?”
We both knew the true reason behind this overprotectiveness. I tugged Lestat’s arm. He turned to me with my most tearful expression. Go in for the kill.
“Don’t cry. Ok, tomorrow then.” Lestat relented. We walked to the stand, Louis with two bags, Lestat holding three books and I took the stationery. I wanted to help, but the French gentleman would not let me carry heavy stuff.
The cab was fast tonight. The driver asked why we were out walking so late and if we were shopping. If you took a look in the mirror, our eyes were all enhanced with a coating. But being an ordinary human he failed to see that. For once I pitied mortals.
Why? Are you not human? Lestat remarked to me.
Not true blue human. I let my hawk pupils film over. I’m part beast actually.
He frowned but made no further comment. Louis in front directed the driver, working the magic on his talkativeness. After all if he does not want to be chow, he’d better shut up. I was wide awake and roused my seatmate to talk. My teacher was extremely sleepy out of bed. Another night would soon be over because he was turning in early.
"I’m sorry. I will try to stay awake." I told him no, he needed to sleep. It was quiet the rest of the journey, I think 2 hours if I am not mistaken. The cabbie had taken a longer route, to charge more money! But the aristocratic bred are super generous, he just gave him a large denomination and told him to keep the change. I was grumpy about that. Lestat was all right with it though.
We had to walk to the residence because Lestat asked him to drop us at the post office. “Why not the gate?” his lover muttered. Adding something on machoism and pride.
“It is okay. I can walk you know.”
“What’s the purpose of a cab?” Louis continued. The golden haired prince rolled his eyes. I sighed.
“Louis worries in essence. Hey we made some changes to your room! You can take a look at it, ” I piped up.
Lestat grinned, bouncing in step. “Yes I cannot wait!” He was sonic, left us in the dust. Ho, my lovely suggestion. He found the orientation of the sofa first. I explained that I did not like to face the windows, so I shifted some of the chairs. And we had a kind of party…..
“Ähem. What party? My territory you know.” But monsieur’s tone was jesting, for I am his favourite person. It was in a thank you card he had made during an art session.
“Well… er… it’s like this. Armand wanted to help and he brought his friends along. He would not allow us to chase him away.” Louis flaming red at this. I giggled.
Brat prince tapped his foot, crankiness showing. He is addled about territory. “And? How many times have I told you, my house is not an exhibit! You don’t invite my arch enemies inside. Ergh!”
“But he wanted to help!” Pointe’s equivalent of a spoilt child whinging for the remote car! Upping the ante huh? Lestat sank down, covered his face in a swoon. He waved a hand delicately.
“I don’t want to hear anymore. I have a migraine. Sweetie, kiss me goodnight k?” I skipped over and pecked his cheek. I wanted to unpack for him. Lestat shook his head, told me to leave it. I thought his boyfriend was leftout.
Before retiring to his coffin, he produced a bouquet. They thought I had slept, but actually I saw that. Lestat kissed him fully until they dropped into the box together, Louis gasping, crying out for air. The flowers rose into the air by themselves.