Wednesday, May 03, 2006Positive experiences
The positive thing about Lestat’s experience was that he became much more patient, accommodating and accepting. He didn’t mind that we were having fun outside without him. I was so engrossed with telling him how our alternate nights went that I forgot he would feel hurt. I hastily apologized. He replied, “It is okay. I’m not a demon going to eat you up for playing. I’m just a regular person. My boyfriend and angel together! Ah ma cherie, soon I shall claim you back. I bet you miss me right? That consoles me.”
Sadist. Vain------- I don’t necessarily need you. And no we don’t miss ya Lestat made a sorrowful face when I Thought this..
You lie, you lie! In a passionate manner, the patient cried dramatically. Plus all the gestures. We burst into mirth. Other than the sensible nurses, most of them were really infatuated by his eloquence and concern. This is the best quality in Lestat. He’s not self centred; his generosity and pure concern for mortals is overflowing. Who does not like him? Yes at times when he whined in that irritating I-need-you tone. But otherwise his plain kindness will shine forth.
Sometimes a young teen would come in. Her name was Sam, she was a junior medical officer. He always asked after her and chatted with her.
She works very hard. She seems to be quite poor, so thin and she skips dinner. Lots of brothers and sisters at home. I heard that she saves a lot of money to give them better food. The others, on finding out my fame ask for autographs! It’s so cool, I’m being interviewed. I plan to go out with them when I’m out. Yay, my social circle is widened. I don’t even have to budge from this bed. Hey you bought these flowers? Don’t waste money, it is so dark that they wilt anyway. These paper orchids are beautiful too.
He smoothed the artificial leaves. My neighbour had taught me to fold them. “Are you doing your homework? You don’t need to do these for me if your time is constrained, “Lestat said, smoothing my hair. I assured him I was doing ok. He smiled. He didn’t forget about the blood test results which were normal. They analyzed what his blood sample consisted of. Tonight Lestat was not so cold that he needed to be swathed in blankets. We had been freaking when he could not stop shivering for the past week. Louis begged them not to continue taking blood unless Lestat could feed properly. Now it was once every four nights. For a change perspiration dotted his white skin.
“Thank you for telling them. Much more stable. Now I’m no longer shaking till my teeth drop out, I feel the heat. This air conditioning sucks. See, my pajamas is red.” We sympathized. I took his hand and squeezed. Remember, vampires cry and sweat red. No water. It is unnerving, but they are usually considerate, switch off the lights when they feel weepy. I am getting accustomed to it, since I have known them for so long. If I forgot and wanted to lick it, Lestat would stop me. Remember, mine is the Dark Blood. Go wash it off ok? He didn’t want me to turn into their kind.
Sometimes when Louis went out to settle some billing, Lestat took me in confidence. “Try to introduce him to more people. He’s incredibly quiet. I like that. But this also means he lets others push him around, especially me. He seldom retaliates. Frankly, I love Louis the most out of my fledglings. His very nature is fatal to my still heart. Sigh. I’m smitten.”
I felt very mature and important. “Yes, I take the initiative when we’re outside, saying hi to my friends. I fixed him up with some of his secret admirers too! I have a few friends who book him for a few days at a time!”
Lestat smiled in reply.
“Hmm, what about your mother? And Marius, Daniel? You love them too.”
My teacher sighed, blinking and thinking this through. “Um, could I not answer that? It is so complex. I am not up to this. You’re doing wonderfully, cher. Hey, any idea what to buy for Louis for Christmas?”
I clapped my hands. I told him what I had in mind. Lestat accepts our ideas most of the time, if he does not, it is always possible to persuade him. I’m getting better at sweetening the honey. The trick? Don’t start on the wrong foot, Brat prince will reply in similar manner and he will never agree if you yell. Besides we should not excite him.
Sometimes, we played jigsaw puzzles or cards. Lestat cleverly fixed up the border in 20 minutes. Today we were doing some of the animals of the forest.
“Looks like I don’t need to think anymore with sensei finishing up.” I commented. Half was done.
“Don’t be disheartened, try that piece. It fits right? Then this one should. You lazy gal.” I smiled childishly. “I want to lie down. Take your time. It helps because I can see which spots are logical to fit together. You’ll become better as time passes.” He leaned back on the pillows.
“Tired already? Why? I thought you like my company,” I said softly. Lestat shook his head.
No, it’s just that I feel sleepy in bed. I will wake up again. I don’t sleep well in the daytime anyway. See you. I fixed some of the pieces myself, then ventured outside. The alleys were lighted a bit for the visitors. I wished he could stay awake longer. I missed lessons. Lestat the passive. I wanted the bubbly prince back. I wanted to show him a few songs I had memorized off the sheets. What if I forgot by the time Lestat was discharged?
A tranquil night back home, typing about the origins of Lamia and Louis was with me this night. I wished to find out more on their history and origins. Internet searches were fruitless. All crappy webpages. I laughed out loud.
“What’s up, cherie?” the vampire enquired politely. He looked way too innocent, small smile, dyed brown hair hanging a bit down his face. Only brown, he won’t make his hair any other colors. He was standing, half admiring the countryside out my house. I was facing him on the swivel chair.
“Louis! You ate rats, chickens and goats.”
“You knew? I was hoping you would not…. Much to my embarrassment. No don’t type that ok? Hey,” Louis hurriedly deleted that part. “Not that. Let’s be objective here. I didn’t want to take life! It is possible to simply survive on animal blood. But I am not strong enough, not like Lestat, or Marius. Hmm, according to the Egyptian record, the African lamia were the strongest. The bloodline became more of the made-kind when Marius was confronted by this mummy. His name isn’t mentioned.”
I skimmed the paragraphs. Damnit, it just occurred to me! A traitor must have told Relixa our weaknesses. She could have created the mix of chemicals necessary for it to be so potent. --------- Louis hissed, clenching his fist. He bared his teeth canidly.
This temper was frightening. Dangerous, my Louis. Capable of coldblooded crime yet with a beguiling naivete.----------my teacher’s words.
I recorded it down. Louis blinked himself out of reverie and smiled quickly at me. “Sorry. Since centuries have passed, we have become Children of the Millenia. Lestat calls himself this in his books.”
I nodded. “Eh? Not Children of darkness?”
“That refers to the old group under Armand. In Theatres des vampyres. He has a new branch here.” A hint of cool rage stirred inside Louis. I took his hand, telling him it was alright and I empathized. Yes, he had a right to be mad. Then he wondered if any of us could have betrayed them.
“Ours is an honorable race!” I said defensively.
Louis held up a restraining hand. “I didn’t mean that. Omaga, Avros, Juno and you and your family are honorable and kind. What of others, other Shapeshifters?”
“Hmm…” As I considered from his angle, yea it might be done by the Exiles, the race who chose to live without rules, without measure. They were the rebels. But we can’t do anything about them. “Nobody keeps count of how large or small their population is. Louis, you may be right. Who and what they are, we’re not certain. These rebels reject our values of co existence, peace and stability, transformation into scorpions, snakes and other emblems of evil.”
“That’s forbidden in the Book of Avaria.”
Cool! He had researched on some of my people. “Yes. Such demonology exists.”
After some time I turned it off, feeling kind of tired. Louis was brooding again, first Armand, Claudia, then Lestat’s sickness. I felt a rush of anxiety I could not explain so I said, “Promise me something, man, don’t go destroy yourself. Ok?” I said. “Come swear it on the book.”
“Aw, not again. I already did!”
I took out the heavy volume which was collecting dust, blew it off and placed his hand on it.
“The Book of Life Truths, repeat after me. I, Louis de Pointe du Lac, will never on any account or blackmail, or in a fit of rashness or folly, try to kill myself. I must treasure the oath, or die a horrible painful execution.” The shy guy pouted as he slowly comprehended the full meaning of this sentence.
“Oooooh, Shit.” I hugged him, inhaling his scent of the undead, the little cologne.
You’re worried Lestat won’t make it right? He will, Louis darling. We saw him yesterday, reading up so much. He finished the paperback already.
It isn’t that. I know my Maker’s strength, his fortitude, but somehow… I sense this isn’t over yet. I’m worried his foolhardiness will resurface once he gets better. He should take your prophecies seriously. Do all Seers predict the future?