Thursday, June 08, 2006

Chapter 24

He asked me to put some remarks and criticize the structure. His handwriting is artisitically cursive, the L and S especially.Mine are in bold.

September 13, 2004

I’m enjoying teaching very much. It’s like when I was a child and in the monastery. I have begun covering our history. Bianca is a very eager and captivating student. She’s so fun to be with. Of course I don’t go according to the book. We have a good laugh mostly! I shouldn’t be so tense all the time. Hahaha.

Entertainment is in my genes. Do I sound arrogant if I say I live for the limelight? I want to act in a movie of my own story one day. There will be a Broadway show about me!! Cool!

Louis took me out today. Watched this group called N’Sync. The new singers? I liked it. Tickets courtesy of our neighbors, just moved in. Sometimes I see them and say hi. They like to have night outings. Wonder if they’ve any kids? I like kids, makes me feel like my time again. Anyway I was talking about the concert right? Have to focus more, Lestat!
I think they sang pretty well. I felt touched, as my junior hates crowded and noisy areas, but he was willing to accompany me. My stomach hurt a bit, but it was tolerable.
Finished at 12 midnight(Bianca: Hey teacher, I’m so happy learning stuff from you. Keep it up. Really? Go introduce yourself to them. Yes needs more focus. One paragraph for one subject.)

September 15, 2004


I slept a lot today because I feel inactive. However I was still able to conduct a lesson on tips to avoid being a victim to our Kind. I really don’t want innocent humans to fall under the spell of a rogue vampire, since times have changed, so have the sort of Dark Folk. No honour or remorse. I am so ashamed of them. Surely this is not forbidden. I wanna help humans, and Marius said this was supposed to be our duty. I understand because I used to behave impulsively, and I did things I should not have.

He’s got certain rules we need to follow. I have no choice but to listen to those orders. Ok, but not rigid. I’m flexible, I find it so tough to be rigid! It’s much easier to flow with the times, haha, but not technology. The children were just updating me about the latest mobile phone device. I feel so confused. Changes, changes, aaah. I need their help so I won’t get an obsolete model. It’s not cool to walk outside with an obsolete phone.


(Bianca: Nope I do not think telling us more info on your race will be considered forbidden. We’ll talk on your behalf if Marius is angry. Quinn agrees. Yes we won’t go near you if you do that.)

I have given my word to my boss, that certain things must stay unrevealed. And since this has an audience, I shall not mention any here.

My restored room! Louie and my friends made it beautiful, the carpets were changed, the books in order! I can’t believe it’s my room! I’m not a neat person at all. It’s like an exploitation huh? Sorry guys, I gotta improve on that. But be patient, as you’re constantly reminding me. ( Smile)

I scanned through the rest. My favourite is this one. It went into depth what he didn’t wish to confide much:


Sep 27, 2004
11.20pm

Dear Diary,

I’m overly enthusiastic! David Talbot, my dear friend, wrote me a letter. His friend may be able to find Mama! Mrs Bratford is everything my mum wasn’t to me. She cooks and makes me clothes, often brings us cakes and cookies to try. Um, they’re just heavenly! Less delicious than how a mortal would smell it, but it’s good nevertheless. Bianca, would you mind loaning her to me, or sharing? Thank you.

I feel lonely… comes with being such an old immortal. I have this terrible phobia that Gabrielle has died, sometimes. I know she can’t, since she’s like myself, but what if she was discovered and placed in the sun?

Only in here do I call her Mama, she will never acknowledge that. It wounds me deeply, but she does not know. She will always be mother to me and to my family. Although we haven’t met for so long, I hope I can see her again. It was originally my intention to find her, by scanning other minds. It would be so low a chance. But my own searches have been a failure. I’m tired finding her on my own. Physically and mentally wornout. David is ready to reassure me that his friend is wonderful at tracking missing people. Ah, but what about someone who wishes not to be found? Will he succeed? How will I react when mama comes home? Can I hug and kiss her? Do I dare to?

The main problem of this poor communication is due to us being broken up by this invisible wall. Donating our blood too many times will stop the mutual telepathy. How I would give Anything to read her mind again! But since I was alone, I was the only one able to save her! She was going to die. I sound so upset right?

Writing it is easier than talking, I don’t feel teary when I put this matter down in black and white. Everytime somebody so much as mentions her name, the full color of my memories rush in and it hurts like crazy! It makes me feel defensive. It makes my head spin. We suffer the side effects too, when we are incensed.

(Bianca: Lestat, this has better structure than the previous. Has the strong emotions of a preternatural. You’re welcome to share my mum! Yay mum. So I hurt you deeply when I said her name. I am sorry. If I had known… I’m sure Gabrielle will want to come see you. Maybe she does not know you are here. Or she’s busy, she won’t die! Gabrielle is very strong like you right? Don’t worry. I’m happy Mr Talbot is gonna help out.)

Now I glanced over to Princie who was engrossed in reading the piano book, poring over each tiniest detail. I slipped off the bed silently, holding the book.

“Where’re you going?” he asked. I analyzed the tone, not whiny or hurt, really friendly. Good.

“Joining Louis.” I didn’t want Lestat to know I was reading about the Sep 27 entry. I headed for the study room two doors down. Greeted the mild guy, who smiled and winked. Several books lay open on the table, mostly fantasy. Awesome thing! Fantasy’s my favorite topic to discuss.

Reading me Louis informed, “There’s one Greek mythology. Want to see it?”

I agreed happily. Louis cocked his head. “Hey, you’re reading ‘stat’s diary?”


“Yea, he asked me to. I feel rude reading into some of it. He’ll be hurt if I refuse, so I don’t know.” I sat down and closed the journal. It was on the second book, a hardcover. My teacher hadn’t decorated it yet. The first one had borders of hearts and triangles.


Louis was silent. He touched the Book of Athena. We pored over it. Then he said softly, “It’s the best way for him to express himself. And he wants to be understood… in all the years I’ve known him, he always does mad things to make himself outstanding to us. Now he’s reduced his mayhem but still, my lover craves for major attention.”



I laughed. Mayhem, yea, he is a mayhem boy. Louis read to me in an enchanting and riveting voice. I let myself be lulled into the story of how Athena was born.



Slight knock. We looked up, Lestat had silently snuck in. If he hadn’t made a sound, I wouldn’t have realized. Yea animal sixth sense should be able to, he must have done some Concealing. “How’re you guys doing? I felt alone (wistful tone, then curiously) what’re you reading?” His deodorant was not the strong kind. He flipped over the cover and said ‘hmm’.


“Have I improved? My writing? Ah, some comments. Cool.”


I looked at the centre button of his coat, which was unusual because of the whirly circles on it. It was difficult to speak without giving away the immense pity for his estranged mother. Lestat detests condescending emotions as these.


“Yes. You’re doing better. I feel bad that I know so much of your private life. Here, take it back.”


He talked in their native tongue to Louis and said, “Bianca. I don’t mind.”
Darn, my cheeks felt so hot and burning. I swallowed. He backed away to give me air. My vision tunneled. Colors all blending together, woman! Why didn’t anyone See her? Golden tumbling hair almost like Aphrodite herself! Or was she an angel?


“It’s alright, my child. It’s okay. I won’t touch you, sit down. Do I distress you?” the blond’s voice was gentle and uninhibiting. I touched my head. Both my companions were working their calming Power into my mind to reduce my stress. I tried to block it out, but failed to.


“Krys, he’s not standing so near now. It’s alright.” Their Power worked. I was soon breathing normally. ‘Why had that happened? Was it Gabrielle, had she come? I scanned for her outside, the park and the forest. Yes, a presence, but it was much too faint.’ Louis’s hand felt my forehead. “Quite warm. You’re sick?”


No. I glanced at the musician, now standing right at the corner of the library. Krys, I’m sorry. I just wanted your comments. I’m new to this. Look, you don’t hafta read all the intimate parts. Um, can I come closer now? A playing orange message flaring are you alright, SOS?


Yea. I’m not sick. I just…. I stoically insisted. Why did they hafta harp on that? Concern etched on their faces, piqued and worried for their animal friend. Though we heal quickly, we’re susceptible to mortal colds too. I also debated whether to tell Lestat that someone had just come, someone whose scent and appearance he had failed to detect. He took me in his arms and helped me to my room. I hugged my Pony doll and watched the shadows play upon their faces and the folds of my blanket.

But she was not hostile.


“Do you want me to call a doctor?” Lestat went on. He sat beside me and Louis was at the foot of my bed. His anxious Sendings that he’d rush downstairs and phone Juno.

“No. I’m fine. I felt something. A person, but she is gone now.” My mouth went dry, would Brat realize it might be his mother? Lestat frowned and took my hand. His skin was warmer tonight, the coat he wore. Lestat was seldom in a thin shirt these days. Maybe a friend of yours?----- he mused dismissively. I caught other thoughts of bills not settled, and pieces of news he’d come across.

Louis reiterated it was not to worry. My health was the priority.


“No no, I don’t want medicine.” How to convince my protective foster parents? They still wanted to summon a physician. I opened the drawer and took out a stack of cards. “Let’s do a trick.”

“Sweetheart, are you sure?” I nodded vigorously and put on my determined face. Brat Prince leaned back.

“Louis pick a card and sign your name.” The shy vampire signed, initials L and P. I mixed it back in the stack. Then I felt inside his shirt. But no, not the signed one. This one was blank. Hmm, where was it?

“Prince, is it in your sleeve?” I made him ticklish when I felt up there. Nothing. Lestat looked under the table.

“Maybe it flew underneath… nah. Untrained magick eh?” he pronounced it with the k like the real fantasy stuff. Cool! I laughed. I brushed Louis’s collar and tada! It was there!
Lestat wanted to try his turn. He counter-disappeared the card, a Red King behind his book. “Naughty boy.”

“To make the tension break from the taut violin string.” He was sulky when we held our stomachs and guffawed. “What is so funny?”
One card ended up on the chandelier!




The following week, I came down with a fever. Over exertion and being caught in the rain. Those black times you know. I had forgotten my umbrella. They’d been like mothers, come every night with flowers and discs. Mostly I was sleepy. I don’t remember if my bro or mom came to see me. Louis cooked hot soups according to mum’s recipe books and Lestat spoonfed me. I could barely eat the first two days, then when I developed a cough, I didn’t have to lie down so much.

I was alright now, Friday night. “Test. Oh no, are you okay?” ‘stat gasped, hugging me.

“What kind?” I murmured.


“Play a piece. Never mind, you need to rest,” he replied briskly. His simple unconditional anxiety warmed my heart. I didn’t want to openly declare my affection. At least I ought to say something though…


“Thank you. Yesterday I told Louis. But you were out. I… liked all the special pampering I got. ”


“Bianca, it’s no problem. I’m your friend. Are you up to it? Let’s do a duet.” I agreed. With his guidance I could manage it. Then Lestat said he’d designed a sort of Q and A about what he had done so far. It was fun and really easy. One question was--- where was I born? A) India B) China C) France D) Hungary “Haha, you ought to know right?” Lestat said.

“Yep, China.”

“I dunno what to do with you,” he muttered. Some of it quizzed about the differences between humans, vampires and shapers. I got 18/20.


“Yay! what’s my reward?” He whispered in my ear. “Hmm, can I share it with Oh Beautiful One over there?”

“Yes. Come on, my child, sing for us.”

Louis gaped. “Omg, but Lestat I cannot possibly conceive ever…” Louis reluctantly crossed the room and sighed. At first he refused to sing, until the next paragraph. I could tell the musician was impressed, heard his catch of breath. Well, Louis had remarked dryly that his maker criticized his writing, but definitely Not the voice part.

Oh how I loved them! Being a friend to them means so much, and I’m just a small small portion of the family. It seemed to be a threesome trend, Lestat-Louis-Claudia, Lestat-Quinn-Mona. This was the fourth lifetime.
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One night when Lestat was moving some new books to their shelf, I hugged him. He was a bit miffed like guys are when they’re trying to do important things and we obstruct the way. Cherie, I’m busy. What is it? He appeared the all-in-one hero figure Quinn spoke of, very macho. Vampires are androgynous, feminine mostly, but I can assure you the barbarian moments come in! I ignored the tone and sat down, opening a magazine.


“Isn’t it obvious?” I whispered. Lestat paused on the next stack of books and blinked. I leaned against the other guy and twirled my fingers in his brown locks. The dye was washed off so the black was coming in, next time would be time to go to the salon. Louis seemed dismayed.


No reaction. Brat continued with his business and ran his fingers along the spines. Usually he does not bother to check if they are all in order, but tonight he did. I frowned.
Don’t force him to say something, Bianca. He’s not likely to, Louis reminded me gently. Now’s not the time. My annoyance mounted.


I know. But at least show some emotion. After their new homes were established, the master stood back, folded his arms to survey them. He vanished. I shook my head.

Later when I was on the computer, clearing of throat. “May I come in? Please?”

I waved absently and kicked a chair roughly to my side. “Hey man. Whatzup dude?”
Still in the instant messaging mode as I was on MSN:

Quinn: so u finished your maths? How was it?

Elfinprincess (me): bad bad! I’m gonna fail.

Quinn: WHAT? (shocked face) Surely not?

Suddenly a paper was stuck on the screen, a smiley cute face. Huh? Friendship is a garden that never stops blooming. I love you too! Don’t be mad ok? I laughed and turned to Brat. He smiled. “If I didn’t do that, you wouldn’t care I was here eh?”

“Pooh, you ignored me.” I took it off and slid it below the keyboard.

“Quinn. Can I chat with him for a while?” he piped up.

“It’s my time. Later.” I sensed the acute hurt in his heart. I gave in.

hi it’s boss here! How r u?

Quinn: Boss? Ahem. I must look neat. Yes sir!

Laugh. I’m not that strict. Don’t worry abt that. I miss you. When u coming to island? I wanna see u. Please say you’ll come.

Quinn: I think I will, sat night? how’s that sound? That’s all I read until and I was grumpy that my net time was shortened by five minutes. Princie touched my head. “Don’t be selfish. I like to talk to him too. Ok, too frank. I mean, I miss him. When you talk online, will you tell me?”

I thought, Um alright. Why don’t you log on to the PC when I’m not here? I taught you how.

I don’t know how to set it up. Hey don’t look like that. I still don’t know. It’s so hard. Before I went to sleep, my teacher said, “Do not run in the rain again. You are not immune.”

I didn’t answer. “Yada.” When prodded in the tummy. I rolled over and covered my face with the pillow. He was about to nag me not to suffocate myself, then cut it off.



My brother came back from camp, tanned and handsome. He came over for a brief moment and I introduced him to my new online pal. The Changing fascinated Lestat very much, he’d seen his photo but it was not the same. Louis also had to do a quiz about how he felt. Short answers. Louis asked why he should do this. All Lestat did was give him the ultimatum glare. Ahem! And he hurriedly did. Marking was fast.

“I failed? Why?” counselor gasped, incredulous, horrified. Funny, coz he sounded like he’d been betrayed!


“You didn’t express all your potential, and flair. No passion.” Louis muttered something obscene. The Teacher turned his blond head slightly at this. “Oi. I wanted to make you happy. Bianca says I get hurt easily, right? I heard that.”


“No no, you are Very thick skulled,” I said. Louis chuckled- such a tease! My teacher shook his head, folding up his sleeves. It was hotter now. Incorrrrigible. The stressful times should be taken into account. My motive in telling our story is to show the human side of my preter friends. Sometimes Brat prince reverted back to his business too. I know this, he often has to entertain those guests? They’re insurance and finance agents. Lestat has to make effort to know them personally, not just order them to wire money via phone. It’s not enough. Documents, letters come with this. He hates paperwork!


“Need my help?” This time Lestat looked up and was relieved I’d asked. Pale and disheveled, he’d been starved. Must have returned late yesterday. I felt sorry for him.

“Yes. Could you put these papers into the files? I labeled them accordingly. Thank you. I’m so weak.” He flashed me a grateful grin and grabbed his coat. Not a problem for me, I was so free this time! Bank headings for each file.

The phone rang. I couldn’t find it at first, so I followed the sound. It was underneath a monstrous heap of papers that Lestat had not cleared yet. “Hello?”I said.

The voice was clipped and accented. “Is that Monsieur Lioncourt? No you are a girl.”

“I can take a message.” I was miffed---- Chauvinist or what? The man identified himself as Paris agent Nathan and grumbled that he could never speak with monsieur personally. With some difficulty listening to the man, I took down the message.


Half an hour later, the wind blew in. Lestat’s cheeks were flushed and his lips were reddened. The luster was back in his hair and skin. He looked kind of tired though. I hugged him.

“What’s wrong? Is it your illness relapsing?” I asked.
Lestat removed his coat, revealing a deep purple tunic lined with gold. He had changed his earrings and was wearing my watch, the birthday gift, on his left wrist.

“I’m fine. Thanks. All done?”

I nodded. “There’s a note for you. Paris agent.” Lestat scanned it and called him up immediately. I felt his frustration, but all in his foreign tongue. I tried to be patient, he’d tell me.
Once hung up, Lestat poured it all out, “Someone impersonated as I! I told my agent to investigate. Darmmit. A hacker, he said. How dare they! Mortals trying to cheat me….”

I let him rant until he was flat. Then he recovered his manners and apologized, “Oh, I am so sorry I didn’t attend to you. I am such a Bad host. Have you eaten?”


“Yes. I do not mind, we’re close friends. Hey let’s do something fun today.” Lestat smiled, opening a drawer. I cleared the table. He had made worksheets for me, I had to take note of the blank answers. Handwritten. “You can photocopy some of them, that’s the purpose of the machine, teacher.”

He said he did not knew how to operate it. He spoke of how vampires mingle into human towns and environment in order to survive. “For example, I cannot ask someone of my race to handle my money, we’re just not knowledgeable enough in that field. Mortals, I have to admit, are economical and can calculate financial matters well.”

He nodded. I wanted to know if a preternatural would be infected by their sick or injured victims. “Let’s say this victim is dying of cholera. Does it mean you will be affected, I mean, you’re not at your strongest now.”

“Bianca, it’s all absorbed. In my case, I will feel uncomfortable, so the doctors have advised against this. If I don’t want to be ill, I gotta listen to them.”

Next one was connected to hygiene. “When you bite your hand to give blood, isn’t it dirty? Your mouth contacts with the saliva, and if you’ve fed on someone else, eugh. I think it’s horrible. Could you just stay with one?”

Lestat shot me this weird-out look. He pulled down his sleeve and made as if to do that. “If that happened, we’d look like rotting corpses. We transcend that. See, the germs won’t remain. They are automatically killed.” He added that they brush their teeth.

“Lestat. Your fangs come out when you are Made right? Does it feel painful?”

He considered this, cocking his head. “Um, yes. Like when a tooth is falling out. My fangs became sharper and elongated. But not in those horror movies, where they come out of the mouth.”
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Thursday, June 01, 2006

Choices 23 Shopping For Presents, Birthday Surprise!

Krys’s age is 17 because it’s 2 years since she met Lestat and Louis. High school is different for Shapeshifters at the Practical Academy, it's not counted the same way. I like shopping for costume jewellery! My favourite accessories, necklaces and bracelets. I like dangling earrings. So I wanted to bring the Blood Drinkers into it.


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“Let’s pick up some earrings for you.” he said generously, voice melodious, indicating that the shop sign: More New designs! What? It was not my birthday yet. “Never mind, I don’t want to forget. Earlier better than late. Birthday x Christmas present.”

Lestat laid his hand on my shoulder. I hesitated outside the glass display, crystal shapes of all kinds, from diamonds, to animal kinds. Lestat pointed out a pair of doves. I shook my head- “Too ordinary. Let’s go in and take a look. He led the way in, since I did not dare to ask.

“’stat, you have enough? I won’t choose the expensive ones,” I whispered, tugging his sleeve.

“It’s fine. I’ve got enough for three weeks. I would like to see all the new designs, we’re shopping for presents,” my friend addressed the fat, bumbling shop-owner in the most authoritative tone.

I looked through all the designs, fans, twist shapes, almost everything. But I did not fancy any of them. Bianca-chan, what about the ducks? Looks nice. I’ll ask him to open and let you compare in the mirror. Want?------ Brat p’s finger tapped over the 90 bucks range.

“Wanna see the rest.” I felt thrilled.

The shopman had a greasy malicious expression. I did not know why, but he seemed so to me. The vampire easily Read this and firmly decided to manipulate him. I’ll make him run about, my money will not go to a lazy bum! I was totally amused by this. Lestat held eye contact intensely until the man sweated, not exactly knowing why but feeling chills up his spine? Took out a trayful which was at the back.

“They are too costly for--------“ the man was suddenly cut off at a dismissive wave from Lestat. Silenced.

Yea right. I’m rich enough to pay. What a busybody and too noisy anyway! Come choose. With a flourish he waved his hand over, as if he were the owner of ten businesses.

Most of them were cute spangle earrings, rings from small to large, rainbows, fishes, zodiacs and large fans. First, pair of Centaur earrings. “Your sign. Or mine. How about Leo, or scales? Want them?” he suggested.

I thought it over. The horoscope ones cost 100 plus, whereas the fan ones cost 200 bucks. They were prettier, nevertheless. I didn’t want people knowing my horoscope.

“Ok, the big fans.” The fans were upside, oriental designs, had Chinese words on them. I did not understand but it didn’t matter. When the vampire snapped his fingers, the man returned to reality and held up the dangling earrings. Yay! Perfect! The shop man was unaware that he had just been dreaming. Lestat insisted on getting the nicest cushioned box to put them in.

“These are the only ones I have. Plastic boxes, no cushions,” shopkeeper grumbled. Lestat’s already large eyes widened. The man paled and took out pin cushions to put in one box.

I laughed. “You put a spell on him! So funny.”

“Not really much effort. It’s a persuasion skill. Do you like it?” my companion replied in a humble tone. He smiled almost diffidently.

“Yes! I will wear it next time. Thank you so much, Princie!” I squealed and tiptoed to kiss him. A couple raised their eyebrows at us. Age difference----- caught their thoughts. Lestat was annoyed at them. I held his arm, a bounce in my step.

After some quiet, where we were just cruising and checking out the wild, weird and boring people, I said I would like to learn the skill of charisma from my sensei, no was not an option.

He looked stressed, teeth a little exposed, narrowed eyes. Wrinkle of his brow. “You cannot learn charisma, Krys. It’s something in a person’s character. Ok ok, I’ll try. First you need to….” Nope I’m not going to disclose what he taught me. I wanna keep the power to myself!

You need to be confident, is one clue I give.


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The lights were on at 11pm when we came back. Louis the philosopher was waiting for us. He stretched out on the couch, reading an issue of Newsweek. Must have finished his books already. He hates facts. Setting? Hair loose, wearing a new checkered blue shirt without the sleeves. Under the fluorescent, his green veins were obvious. He had not Drunk yet.

“Hi! Check out this, I took from a notice board!” I jumped on the couch beside him.

“Yea?” in half-sleepy tone, then he perked up: “Poetry competition, awww. Thanks so much.” The purely green pupils sharpened to confirm this. He read in delight, “Send in 3 entries, handwritten can be accepted. Good, then I don’t have to type it out. Where is Lestat? Hi!”

The blond kissed his hair and eased himself in his chair opposite us. We were close now. “Louis. Why didn’t you come with us? Had a great time.”

“Wanted to give alone time. Trios need to make sure we’re all not neglected. And we’ve left you out these nights, darling Master.” Louis sounded for all the world like a worshipper of his deity, held up both hands.

Lestat chuckled and told him it was alright. I remembered the cake. It was a little squashed, cream on the flap of the cardboard box. Louis started nibbling on it. “Thank you, didn’t forget me huh.”

“Now we’re all comfortable, Hawkgirl, try your earrings. Want to see them dazzling.” Just as you think Puppyboy’s friendly and humble, he blows this clean image with a demand. I went to the hall mirror.

“Really pretty. Matches your skin!” the scholarly preter praised. I twirled around. Lestat gave a thumbs- up. Now he was so wicked, wanted me to sing in French.

“Hey no fair, I dunno the lyrics.” The pianist found the sheet and tossed to me. I sang off-key. How they could stand it must be the politeness. I like this about the quaint gentlemen.

Like Claudia… in this light, miss her so-------- Louis sighed. I heard this and put my arm around his neck. His breath was a little panting. After a while, Louis grasped my hand. Thanks, I needed it.


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How is vampire history conducted? I read a chapter or two from the Historical account of 17th Century to 18th Century Vampire- Lesbians and Gays beforeBrat Prince starts. We will be in the library upstairs, air conditioned comfort, red cushioned chairs and a drawing table. There’s an atlas at the right corner. Sometimes books are stacked untidily.

Normally he will stand in front, then pace up and down. He thinks better in this manner. Quinn will occasionally drop in, now that he’s accompanying his cousin here. (Quinn’s family is mortal and his nature is completely secret from them.) I want Lestat to teach a class, he’s so good at talking. No dry facts, most of it is what he interpretes------- totally hilarious. When I check it, and it proves untrue, Lestat laughs charmingly and says, “Heck, my version is better! But don’t tell anyone k? I don’t wanna be an old professor. Entertainment makes it more interesting! ”

Don’t worry, not all the volumes are about his Kind, Race to be polite. Marquis Lioncourt’s cherished collection of comics, fantasy novels, and older detective stories (nope the modern ones are not stimulating enough for a vampire mind). I mentioned there are some books in his bedroom, untidy again though Louis, Armand and I had worked on that. He just can’t keep to order! You already know from the condition of scattered laundry. The library books are all dusted by the maids in the day, so it’s a different story. But the order is out. Two or three are slotted horizontalwise. “I don’t care, cherie. Pretend not to see it. I will put it back, but anyway no space already. Come, let’s talk.”

Quinn simply adores the senior vampire. He is everything a legend could be, (though ‘I’m so short!’, Lestat whines). He’s strong, powerful, graceful, true blue performer, athlete and generous rich guy. Sometimes he imagines himself as a firework, in his glee! Picture that. Isn’t he kawaii? Honestly, he acts not like my father figure, but a mischievous little kid. I guess you get like that when you’ve been deprived of a truly fun childhood! But of course, Tarquin dismisses that part and carries on his emulation and praises.

It’s been quite a while since Quinn was born to Darkness. He’s relatively young, not in his 100th year yet. I wasn’t supposed to dig into his Darkness story and all, since it was over and done with, but I forgot and asked who his Maker was. Lestat did not get mad though; he took it all in stride and asked the other guy if he minded.

“No. I’ll tell you. I was made by Petronia. She was from Pompeii,” Quinn said slowly.

“I am so sorry. Please… do not be angry at me.” I wanted to hit myself. Lestat watched us, from the youth to me. He offered to act as middleman.

Brother, don’t be angry, the child’s really blunt and frank at times-------- Lestat said.

Quinn clasped his hands together, licking his small teeth. “I’m okay. I hated her very much, and we’re still not in touch, but I’ve learnt how to control and revel in my Gifts, so it’s better now.” I was glad these Emo. folk remained in control. They really accepted me and this case proves it.

To reduce awkwardness, we moved on to spiritual things, the meaning of religion. I was intrigued that most vampires are Christian in their beliefs. Yep, pray, go for Confession and want to be saved one day… They go to church services, try to mingle among the mortal parishioners and laity in their leisure. Only witches could see them. Vampires, werewolves and witches are not to be lumped together---- each race is different and dislike each other. an exception is that Lestat has helped the Mayfair families, so they exclude their discrimination from him. I was so happy for him!

“We always try to be patient, because we’re older and have seen more things than the world has to offer us.”

“Do you believe that your sins can be forgiven? You guys are uptight about this issue,” I felt curious.

“Precisely. We Want to be saved. I’ve seen Merrick in the Light. If she can, maybe our sins can be absolved and we’ll go to Paradise too. If we try not to murder the innocent. Boss, what’s your opinion?” the dark haired vampire turned to the sensei.

Lestat’s answer was honest and thought-provoking,“It is Really personal. Yes, I wish I could go to Heaven, eventually. I wanna see my family and all those who died. I miss them very much. Immortality’s price becomes apparent when I see mortals die, fade away. Is it wicked to want them to cross over to our race? That they’re tainted with the Gift too? Guys, here’s the question, are BloodDrinkers evil?"

“No way. You are good people. And don’t forget, Quinn, your family loves you like hell. You wouldn’t hurt them, or let anyone. ‘stat, you’re my advisor and always ready to help out. So erase it, delete that thought.”firmly, I dismissed this notion. I think my friends need to believe that and the only wayis to keep reiterating. The ego of the Immortals is easily deflated. It did not matter to me at all. Both of them laughed at this.

“Beginning to betoo Emo already huh? I’ll get the phone.” the Visionary of ghosts was off to intercept the ringing sound. Louis hollered that he was tangled up with something.Back to ordinary life!

“Hungry? I bought Oreos,” Lestat said. He had brotherly affection in his violets. Violet because in Hell, the fire had burnt them. I was horrified. He assured me that he liked his eyes better now, though perfection was marred by one side being larger than the other. Other than that, he wouldn’t elaborate. He doesn't want me to worry for him.I followed him downstairs. Pointe looked very vexed while he was forcing a large plastic bag of rubbish into the chute.

I knew that Lestat had broken an important rule of Marius’s by revealing who they were and their weaknesses. I told him he didn’t have to tell me, but he’s always a rebel at heart. “You are my student. Since you asked me in all honesty, I shall pass on the Dark Gift and its wonders and hazards. It’ll be useful when you encounter our Kind. Not all are as hospitable, especially those Made from impulse, or forced into it. For instance, I was Forced into the Blood. That is why I acted rashly in the past. The character of an Unwilling spirit is hard to fathom and tame. And the funny thing is, we’re doomed to live even longer. Yes?”

I wrote down with green marker, Lestat is forced, boxed it. The other box was Willing arrow to Merrick. “Like an immature person. Hehehe. But if you’re not you, it’d be pointless to get to know you. Then what about the very very old? Does it mean they are All willing?”

The blond shook his fluffy head.

I pointed on a page of Blackwood Farm. “Merrick? Why did she die? Why couldn’t you save her? She was good.”

Lestat blinked slowly and rubbed his chin. “She was noble and willing. In my experience, the very pure at heart die early.”

Some saw the Light of Heaven and restless ghosts. He shared this ability with the witches. Brat Prince attained this skill after he went into Hell and returned. At this point in time, I was not so interested in the long Mayfair history and family legacies. I only get intrigued when I want to learn it in earnest.

“Krystal.”

“Yes?”

The blond guy was serious, “You have to promise me, don’t use the knowledge against me. I want to feel I can trust again. I do not mean it in offence. ”

Of course I would not hurt him. He had told me such deep secrets. The memory of Claudia stabbing him was fresh in his mind. She’d cut him other strokes when he was trying to recover from the first inflicted wounds.

Lestat smiled and hugged me. He seemed to be teary again, shaking. I rubbed his back. “Why’re you crying? Don’t scare me.”

“I’m moved. A damned creature being a teacher to you. We’re so different! And yet this relationship is surreal.” Less on the somber note was that the marquis delighted in our special bond and we reached a neutral area where knowledge was shared and not hidden.


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We hurriedly planned for Lestat’s birthday! It was on impulse. Louis phoned me on November 6th.

“What? I forgot! Hey let’s bake a cake.” Louis came to my house and we engaged in making a cake. Last year we clean forgot Brat’s special day. He hadn’t minded, but we ought to do something nice this year.

Three times, the cake was flat. Ah! The flour had to be folded in properly, or too much air escaped. In between, I spilled flour on the table and our faces got coated with it. Louis had so much fun! The products were flat, charred and burnt. Finally on the last try, when we were on the verge of deciding a flatcake would be the One, the oven produced a full and solid brownish cake. We applied the cream. I took some of it and smeared on my friend’s hair.

“AAH! You monster! C’m 'ere!” I refused to, giggling. Chaos as cream got smeared on every part, clothes, skin and hair. Mom was piqued we’d changed the kitchen into a factory. We wrote For Brattie Lestat. Aprox 236 years old, in yellow cream. The cake was chocolate and vanilla cream, a round one.

Well, I dunno his actual age. I lost count when I didn’t stay with him.

Haha, it looks cool, I replied in humor. I’ll go hide it in the fridge. He won’t usually open it right?

Yea all right. Darn, see? It’s all yer fault, now we gotta clean up! I hate cleaning up, Krys. Pointe mopped up the stains. I did the washingup. Marcus was amused that he could bake. He only knew Louis had served us simple- to- do dishes before.

“It’s for Lestat. His birthday tomorrow.”

“Hey why didn’t ya tell me?” Marc complained. “Can’t make an animal carving now. How how how? Wanna get him a present.” Oh yea, flash to previous chapter when my bro was anti-Lioncourt? It’s made a turnabout. When my bro visited, Lestat treated him in all courtesy, despite his tiredness. He was most impressed after the rendition of TVL, Lestat’s bio. Being orphaned, he still managed to beat the odds.

After 2 hours of polishing and checking, the kitchen was spotless again and we three went up to our room to search for some gift to present. Marc had a voucher. “What does Prince like? It’s for bags.”

Louis shook his head. “No, we don’t use bags. But it’s alright. Better than nothing. I’m going to give him a small plant. Krys, what about you?”

I had plenty of things all stashed. There! Lestat called at the moment and asked why we had left his house. He demanded why we had not left a note. “Hey Prince, yea we’re all over here. Just getting’together….” My bro engaged him.


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November 7th, Evening at 7pm. The dining table is cleared of the old things. Laid a longish orange and blue tablecloth.

“Close your eyes, cher. Tell me if I blindfold too tightly,” Louis coaxed when he tied the cloth. Lestat smiled.

“What for? I’ll close them. Don’t worry.” I slid the cake on the table and tried to make the flames stay. Four candles. I fussed with the arrangement. Adjustment of the angle. “Hey what’s up? Can I see now?”

“Nope,” Louis laughed, pulling up a chair. I nodded. “Ok now!”

My heart pounded. Lestat was serious, and his lips moved soundlessly. “Happy Birthday, Lestat , you Beautiful Charming One.” The musician gasped, color flushing up to his neck. He pressed his heart.

Tears came. “ My God, it’s… it’s priceless… I cannot… I don’t know what to speak. Cherie, Louie, you made this? For-me?” He covered his mouth. His eyes were narrowed since candle light was acutely painful.

His breathing, like it was gonna disappear anytime. Could not believe it! “Never had a cake before. Merveilieux! Tres bien (very well)! Merci beaucoup, ma fleur.”More of a string of foreign words,laughing and crying simulataneously.

“Come on, make a wish, darling,” I urged, kissing his cheek. Louis sat down. I had given him a surprise like that on Mar 4, and he’d not wept, just looked stupefied. Vast divide!

Lestat stopped and clasped his hands together. “Done.” After blowing off the candles, he cut everyone a neat slice. Since we’d not asked his permission for guest-list, we hadn’t asked many people, just Louis, myself and two Mayfairs(not those famous ones). Marcus was too shy to come. Everyone who didn’t flinch at the fluctuating preternatural moods and blood tears. He declared everything delicious when he tasted the thick cream.

Presents. Brat opened a red stars wrapper. How does he open them? Not ripping, mind, but he does not want to tear it, wasting the efforts of the gift giver. First was the book we’d kept aside, on vampires. Hey Lestat, this may not be accurate to our history, but what the heck! Do read it! Fruitful and entertaining, we hope! Louis and Bianca (with some golden stars I’d bordered.)

Louis exclusive one was a small African violet plant, which Birthday boy always wanted. It didn’t need too much sunlight, just regular watering. He promised to cherish it. Marcus had just slotted the voucher into a white envelope.

“Next one is from Chelsea. Your friend?” he mused, fingering a printed bluebell square wrapped shape. She’s got a major crush on him. “I already have it, but it’s alright. Will phone her and thank her.”

Mine was a silver watch. I had decided on giving it first. The others were minus a box. Your First Birthday Gift from me!!! I hope u like it, um, this is limited edition. Does it fit your frenchiness?

Your loving kawaii student,

Bianca-chan

He laughed and tried it. It was chainlinked, analogued, with small digital displays at the left side. “Thank you.” He squeezed me. The 2 Mayfairs had bought last minute cards and scribbled in them. The woman had a herbal book. I Read her mind before she closed it: she was hoping he’d feel better when he knew about all the herbs. (wouldn't it agitate him further?) From Pandora: a leatherbound diary, from mom: a vintage coat and gloves. Its sleeves were cut to a V shape. More: sweater, handmade holder, photo frame and bookends that had a peacock look.

“Very unique. I love this baby!” It was a large Piyo chick. He hugged it.

9pm when the presents run out. “I’m feeling like a person with Many families and friends and relatives. It’s so sweet of you all to come. I’m really too happy, if I say anymore, I will start weeping again.”

I said it wasn’t over yet. I went to the piano. “Playing you something.”

“Hmm, some piece I taught you? All right let’s hear it.” No it was not.Caroline hadinstructed me till it was perfect. If I asked him to teach me, wouldn’t count as a surprise. It was Piano Concerto No.9 KV 271 "Jeunehomme". I went ahead, a bit nervous that it would mess up but he Sent me you’re all right, keep going. I won’t mind if it’s wrong.

At the end, everyone present gave me a roaring applause. You’ve been so patient, not liking it so much but willing to go through with it. Wonderful! Full marks. Ok, you need more rhythm. Rest your hands like this (demonstrated) so that you won’t be hurt. Lestat said privately to me.

We headed upstairs, carrying all the gifts. Lestat placed the plant near his window and touched a leaf tenderly. He watered it. “Bianca, shall we continue with lessons? It’s ten. Are you tired?”

“You’re serious? It’s your day, relax man.”

“I Want to, sweetie. Louis, so you’re gonna enter the competition?” The latter had come up, and was pulling back his ponytail.

The prizes were a trip to Madagascar, hotel stay at a subsidized rate. Not bad. Louis said he was going to try. Then Prince left us alone. In the library. He came back with a ton of music books. I was shocked.

“No it’s alright. I’ll read it for myself.” Dumping all unceremoniously on the floor, he bustled off. He handed me a Giant book of Dinosaurs. Cool! I found that the lights were dim and asked him to change it. The bulbs blew, the guys figured. Lestat changed a few until the whiteness increased. Yay! I like men who can fix stuff for me.

Prince’s journal:

September 11 2004

I’m now discharged and at home safely. Louis and Bianca and I walked back from the stop at the junction. I didn’t want the driver to see my house. I crave for privacy. Luckily I hadn’t gone out, or I’d be more drained than what I felt. It's awful, I feel both tired and yet restless.

We slept in the same coffin! I pulled him in! Hahah. It was like this: we were nose to nose, I let myself be at the bottom. We’re like yin and yang. R-rated stuff. I love the dog book. I wanna see Mojo again. Perhaps later in December. Hopefully my sickness will be in remission. He’s in New Orleans. When I saw him in February, he sprang out when I hadn’t even come near. Smartie! He’ll always be my best friend!

Bianca’s here! Yay!

September 12, 2004

Today I wasn’t in any mood. Why you may ask? I’m a musician, the bad thing about this, my moods change for worse, or better depending on what I wish.

I can feel so riled, so mad! My friends can put up with this stupid flaw of myself. I loath the times I’m mad, because louis will just take it. Bianca will yell for it to stop. I can stop, surprised? She’s such a fine child. I have always longed for someone of excellent callibre. Unfortunately, cherie does not like classical music that much.

My personal project is to help her appreciate it. I wonder if she will like to listen, and maybe go to a concert without sleeping! Sadly, those instructors hit her. I promised not to. Wanna make it creative and fun!

“I’m your personal project?”I asked. He nodded.

He replied shyly, "But not a thing, as my aim, my goal. Writethe change forme. Thanks."

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The night after, when the doorbell rang, Lestat pushed my gently off the bed and moved to prepare himself. I ran to answer the door. “Hello! You must be Quinn, ” I said to the visitor’s green vest. The slender towering guy flashed me a charismatic smile, white teeth. The fangs were just a teeny bit visible to anyone who glanced at it. But usually people are not so observant. The soft dark curls cascaded to the nape of his neck, not too long. I thought that hair usually lengthens and bunches out. The intense, arresting violets which is prominent on the cover of his novel. He’s even cooler than in the portrait!

“Oh it’s not necessary. My hair was already short to begin with, Bianca. I am so happy to meet you, I’ve always wanted to talk to a Shaper! Online, there’s this column that mentions you with Lestat!” He smelled of the soft winds. He had the same ability to fly. His clothes were rumpled.

Chapter 22: A Special Edition(I Promise, no angst in this)


I felt a little shy when the famous Southerner walked in, dandy legs in black jeans that were tight on him. His shirt was mauve and had lapels. He automatically lounged on the armchair so his height diminished. “Sorry, I forget my height is frightening. Come, sit down. Don’t stand on ceremony.”

“Ok.” I sat down. Louis walked in with drinks, the glasses sweating. Quinn did not touch his glass, said he would drink later. Kissed Louis’s hand as a formal greeting, acknowledgement.


My long-haired companion explained, “Lestat will come down. He wants to dress up first. I hope you’re patient.” I drank half of my milk.


“I will be. I’ve got a whole eternity. Bianca, I’ll try not to stare. It’s rude to, isn’t it? How long can I stay without imposing on my hosts?” He looked at the antique lamps at my teacher’s desks, the white draperies, the special ribbons tying the curtains. A small sound.


Lestat stepped off the stairs, greeting his junior. He was in simple apparel, a red Polo shirt and slacks. The pair hugged each other—Quinn rose to clasp his boss by the shoulders and the blond kissing both his cheeks and melting into the embrace. I was overjoyed. At last, someone who truly appreciates and does not blow off Lestat! Yay! For a telepath, the fruity scent of a welcome party is a signal. I jumped up and down.

“You may stay as long as you wish, Little Brother. I’m really excited! So much to catch up on.” The guest smiled and urged him to take his seat.
“Okay. Hey, don’t worry too much. I’m energetic tonight! I’m your host and on ma’ orders, wipe off that frown okay?”

Quinn changed his mood almost immediately (an actor’s gift that they can manage effortlessly), “Boss, what I couldn’t grasp was the concept of you being online. All the vows you made not to touch any webpages. Heheh.” Quinn laughed boyishly, sipping the cold beer. “How did you convince him to?”

I grinned when Lestat dipped a kiss on my head and cuddled me. “I dunno. He couldn’t stand me being on the comp all the time and decided to give it a shot. Brattie… he makes e- learning a tough concept. Overly cautious.” (I gave the running commentary on the anti virus and bashing. What? A 4000 buck comp, how could you, Boss? He exclaimed.)

We laughed at the host’s expense. He pretended to be mortified. “My god, cherie! How could you insult me! I have to give you free lessons and here you are complaining already?”

“Lestat wanted to murder the PC. Everytime it hangs, he bashes it until it moves,” Louis said solemnly. “I don’t.”

My sensei said he was showing off. Quinn turned his attention to me, which made me all shy again. He asked where I was schooling and stuff, genuinely interested in me. Lestat explained to him if I began to murmur. My murmuring can’t be picked up even by super- hearing. Quinn said he wanted to stay for a few nights, but didn’t mention his senior’s illness and his genuine concern. On MSN, he had clarified that it was best to stay off the subject. He wanted to be welcomed in Freemandling. Lestat was going to be his connection over here. I agreed. He was not in a position to assert too much opinion on the matter. Already the medical people have enough trouble making Princie listen to their advice.

Then they made arrangements, spare coffin, bedding, dark curtained room and etc. Louis made remarks at junctures. By five hours, I was comfortable with the youth’s height.

To my questions, the 27 -year- old young man graciously answered:
“I didn’t grow anymore, after the Blood. Yep, I look ‘down’ on other vampires. I’m the tallest of the bunch. Sigh.”

“Doesn’t it get irritating?” me overriding Brat’s apologies for my frank and detailed interrogation.

“Hmm, nope. I use it to my advantage. I can easily stare down some bullheaded pig. Bianca, I don’t mind answering any queries you’ve got. It’s cool, Beloved Master.


“ Yes, I’m married to Mona Mayfair. It was last year. At an open air reception.” Quinn grinned, blushing a little. He Sent me a flowery image of his beloved Ophelia, a nickname for her.

Louis tapped my shoulder, why are you so talkative? We wanna talk to him as well! On the left side, Lioncourt looked on in neutral disinterest, legs crossed, hair an angelic mess but still presentable. He made a signal that it was alright.

Hey sorry. I’ll leave you alone now. See ya!------ I offered.

No no. I’m happy that you’re settled in. it’s alright. By all means talk. Want more drinks, Q?

No. this is nice. You like beer, gal?

Eugh. I made a face. The southerner said he was used to drinking that all his life. I received a reminder not to go into the past too much. Past was a sensitive topic in a vampire’s Darkness. Lestat suggested that we let Quinn go to his room, he must be tired from flying. Aren’t I crude? I need some training—How to be a good guest-relations 101. I did not realize!

On the way up, our guest told me telepathically he’d get me a new computer game, only it had to be between the 2 of us. I was thrilled wicked!! How could I decline? I’ve been Wanting a new game, but neither my parents nor both the Ls would listen to my proposal. Lestat viewed the PC as an attention grabber from him and my folks already had an addict at my house, without adding another. Hey girls Can game just as coolly too.

“What games? Roleplaying or strategy? Usually girls like roleplaying. Have you gone on MMORPGs?” he enquired, smoothing down the mattress. He pushed aside the blankets.

I took the nearest chair. “I love roles, my strategy is bad. Um, the newest one is Age of Empires 3. Have you played before?” (I shall not bore you, since not all of you readers are gamers or fans of online.) Quinn melted the barrier in a modern way. We used Geekspeak!

“You want it? Alright, since it’s almost Christmas time anyway! No I haven’t played Age of empires, but the reviews are very promising. Really? The website has the newest updates, character sketches and cinematics. Awesome!”
I revealed that my brother was every bit a fan as well. Quinn was eager to meet him. He assured me that I could ask him anything I wanted to know and to correct him if he was encroaching on personal boundaries. Same for me, his Boss Beloved Sent me- Please don’t be rude and ask him too much about the past. A Dark Folk’s past is traumatic and best not relived.

Louis looked in on us and moved on. He was suffering from serious neglect. Oh dear. I should cuddle up to Mr Counsellor, or I’d miss my birthday cum Christmas gift from him. Heheh.

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I’m still open. Your personality is charming, elfinprincess. Why did you choose this name, is it because you want to be one? Quinn’s telepathic voice was different, mature, warm and responsible. If you want to understand someone, listening to their mentai voice is the best to go. The preternatural race is unique and individualistic; which is why you can define their characters best by this method. In Charisma lesson no. 2, Lestat said that. Be en garde when we speak extra softly. Do not look deep into the eyes. But it is still possible to be hooked. Just listening will get you drunken on the hypnotization. More on that later.

Heheh, I just impulsively signed in. I said humbly. In LOTR, the elves are really intelligent. I kinda like that. ---- was my quiet admission.

Cool! Will you be my guide here? Thank you! I’m gushing excited that we’re face to face. It really isn’t the same online as this personal.

Yeah. I like you too, Q 604. welcome to the Island. There aren’t many vampires here, just Lestat, Armand and Louis. But I think more are settling here. Predominantly Shapers inhabit the environment. I was pleased to be an unofficial tour guide. I enclosed a small booklet on etiquette, my intention for him to keep it. The first thing he needed to know was that we were refined and not as expressive as the preternaturals. Quinn, I know you guys are never repressed. But my race is. Oh and we have to wear clothes, not exposing too much. This is fine. My parents are conservative.

Your parents, are they Hawks too? He leaned back, blinking once. The glassy fingernails were apparent. He had worn gloves. Ha, good observation. I thought it’s too sticky now. My skin itches.

No. my mom is a deer, she’s good in herbals. My father is a tiger. Usually tigers live in India and Asia but he went to South America for a while. They don’t come back till months later. Business.

I see. You feel lonely. So you live here with both Ls.
I laughed. Never thought of it that way before. Both Ls. Haha! My housemates are oldies, so you’re the first vampire who’s into techie. Yay!

My my, I didn’t know I was so honored a guest. I wanna hear you sing and dance. Can I? Quinn became eager at this discovery. Whoa whoa what has my sensei told him? I was a little jittery. Lestat didn’t come in and answered me from afar: you Are a talented star, dovie. That’One day that will become one of your resume list. Righto?
Wrongto. Now Q wants me to sing. ------- I grumbled. I cannot. Tell him that.
Do not decline a guest, I mean Never, Lioncourt boomed. What did I teach you in hospitality? Now be kind to him, let him sleep. TarQuinn Monsieur, that is a direct order!
The dark haired country guy snuggled down into the covers in the position of slumber.

I dropped by Louis’s room. He looked very very sad. I held up a little Garfield and wiggled it. It worked, and he laughed, pulling me in by telekinesis, so I plopped down on his armchair. I told him I was sorry to ignore him, and that nothing would alter between us.


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This entry is called The Truth behind Lestat’s Confidence. You guys are the privileged few who can read this, because it is the whole and uncensored take on my teacher. Lestat wanted us to be alone that night and specially requested this not to be publicized (too many people), so it is on my friends- only section. Read on!

I was at Café nereson which was the one decent shop selling original Black Forrest Cake. Yep the one which Louis brings me to every Saturday. Lestat was meeting me there, needed to be out of the house. I looked at my watch, hmm, ten mins late…. “Hi you are early gal.” He greeted me. His gear: a white polo and Levis’ “How do I look today?”

“You always look smart no matter what Brat p. I love you. It doesn’t matter how ill you look.”

“You’re kidding,” he said, falling into step. “I hate looking sick. Thanks.” His golden locks were disciplined by a black ribbon. “Do you need to eat first? Or shall we walk around?”

I wanted to stroll. Lestat was quiet and contemplative, holding my hand. His eyes seemed very black because the lights were dim. Ahead, clouds had concealed the light sky. No moon tonight.

“Will you teach me more? I want to learn. ”


“You will, sweetheart. Where was I ? Hypnotism right? There is a way to resist, by fighting the resolve to give in to a vampire’s mind. You must build an almost impenetrable barrier. How? Look inside yourself. Be confident. Strong willed.” Lestat and I reached the pavilion by the lake. It is a huge pavilion and tonight the people were a minimum flow. Lake kairo, the scenic must not miss spot on Freemandling.

I was puzzled as to how.

“Okay. But let’s do it when I’ve notes k? Today is relaxation night. Come, tell me about Lake Kairo, Little One.” Stories stories, best loved by the old fashioned. We stood together, against the railing. overhanging the gleaming water surface. In the distance two boats driven by boatmen cum guides ---- which were lighted. They looked something like the Venetian boat tours. You can eat and drink on the boats, but it’s smelly, operated by diesel. The men don’t have to row, they just switch on the motor.

“All right. this is the national monument of the country. From history it was supposedly created by Man. Like how Pantheon took the fire from Zeus. Yea. Man made the crater by hands and it was filled with rain. The Goddess of the Island was so impressed by their hard work, that she made this lake everlasting. It will never stop flowing and give Life.” I paused here to recollect.

“Ahhh. Please carry on… another myth?” a wonder on my companion’s visage, glowing in the moonlight, slightly windtossed hair. I blew away the loose strands escaping from my braid. Waved over the water. Some tourists were chatting loudly, so I nodded to another corner.

“Kieran was an unofficial nymph, daughter to Neptune. She wanted a fish to populate this island. So she shot a meteor here and BAM, it became this lake . (Lestat laughed boyishly. Hey hey sound effects?) Heheh, and the fish that populate are of rainbow colors, goldfish, koi, salmon and so on. It explains the huge variety of fishes. For a while, overfishing occurred and some pollution. There’s now a limit to the number of fishes someone can bring back. If the fish are too young, they have to go back.”


“Beautiful Story, child! I am mesmerized totally. But, why is it so short?” He licked his lips. When he let go the railing was depressed in. Uh oh. Notice 2 people slinking off to the more open spaces.
“I didn’t live here all my life. Maybe I can ask an old person. got any beside your house, old woman or someone?”

Lestat shook his head slightly,“Nah. I dunno my neightbors. Unless they can give me their you-know. Joking. I can imagine how scenic, poetic the Lake is by day. What? I’m sexy onstage? Thanks so much. Any special events here?” Now his pupils were two colors, the left one blue, the right one emerald. I like odd eyes, did I ever say that?

He meant the open stage, a very humble one. Tonight there was a guest of honor coming to present scholarships to the good students. It was not packed this time. Admission is free, but rioters or irritating people will be sent away.

“Charity events and concerts. Folk singers compose their own songs and take it as a stage. It won’t necessarily be funded. Isn’t it sad? Art isn’t as important as law, or civil matters.”

He agreed. “Yes. Not being appreciated is sad. If you like to sing one day, I’ll arrange for it. You won’t be alone and suppressed. I Never believed in suppression.”

Had I heard wrong? I was gaping. I couldn’t! It was not paid, a bad singer can be pelted for free! With old fruits and stones! He continued that he would muster the skill of electric guitar. We could sing together, or drum some rock if I got the courage.

But I felt diffident and hesitant. Lestat smiled and held up peace sign. “It sounds judgmental if I say that you should be so and so. I won’t. Bianca, can I call you Krys tonight? For a change?”

Why, you don’t want me B anymore?

“No no. You are more a Krys personality right now.”

“Hey, is Lestat de Lioncourt your only name?” I watched his peaceful visage, the whiteness glowing. But the milling peoples did not see. A vampire amongst them.

“Yes, my aliases are all my own. But don’t ask me to name them. I can’t remember now. Ack, that’s the only problem------ tho’ I’m intelligent and special, I always seem to forget things like that.” My companion sighed, scratching his head. He looks sweet like that… can’t imagine a smart and wise person doing that but he was humble to me.

“Krys. Why do you think some people are… unfriendly to their own race?” he spoke softly. We settled down at a stone table with two chairs, face to face.

“Yes. It seems that way, when we are good and kind, people react in an unimagined manner. Hostile, unfair. But I think, if we are good and remain true to ourselves, then people’ll one day reciprocate,” I replied. Hmm, don’t I sound wise for a 17 year old?

Lestat had a piercing violin wounded soulful expression. I looked at this chest instead and focused on his heartbeat, almost nil. Too soft for a mortal to hear, but there. “I’m not sure of it anymore… principles don’t matter anymore. For a few. No one has the same principles and they- they hurt me so much. I don’t reject anyone. But I face it.”

“You have been rejected? By whom? I’ll send a virus into his comp,” I told him fiercely. The Sagi’s Trademark of loyalty to my friend!

“Marius. By Armand. By a lot…. Hey how to send so many viruses to them? Kawaii. (his eyes crinkled in amusement) Not Louis, but me. The infinite loneliness that’s always present. I try to be positive but after that, the loneliness emanating consumes me without stopping. No boundaries. I can just picture my heart bursting open but it does not.” He sniffed, but said he need not take the tissues. Glanced askance towards the trees, collecting his agony back. Sorry, I’m fine now. yes?

I highlighted his good points. “You’re a lot of fun and sociable. Many people like you! And it is for yourself.”
It did not work, he thought of it realistically. Bitter laugh. I was shocked. “Lestat! I mean it. Isn’t it true?”

“No.” Lestat went on. “They just PRETEND TO like me. But not say to my face, how they dislike my arrogance, emotionality (even tho’ they’re guilty of it themselves) my sins. God, I’m never going to match their expectations. Immortals Can be wrong. Krystal, I think I ever told ya before, all this right? I sound like a broken record. ”



After that, I tried to distract him, became a hawkshape and flew ahead. People passing by, what would they think? A man talking to his bird? How narrowminded they are, so aren’t you all privileged? My motive in writing this is to take you through my experiences, fact by fact. I’m no sensualist. I hope you’re all able to see Lestat de Lioncourt’s very special and nice-guy side.

“Are you hungry now? do you eat fish? Lots of them in the lake,” he called to me.

Nope, not in my lessons yet. Need to muster. Can you help me, know how to use a fishing rod? I landed on a rail, waited for him to catch up. He took his time. Near enough, I rose upon the drift currents and made for the clouds-

Krystal. Don’t fly too far. Come back, don’t leave me.
I was surprised at how acute his pain went, like a rusty nail into flesh. It swelled. He could have joined me. I obliged, coming to the ground. He smiled and touched my cheek.

“I was worried. I feel exhausted, didn’t sleep much.” He certainly concealed that. I hadn’t noticed.

“Why? It’s the coffin sleep. Was it the noise?”

Lestat rubbed his nose, sniffed. “Supposed to be good….I get nightmares sometimes. (steered me back halfway Reading this) Where’s Louis headed for tonight, cherie? he left me alone again.”

“Louis needs more alone time. Everyone needs to, don’t you, Brat Prince?” I brushed against a big sapphire ring on his right middle finger. “You told me the practice of your race.”

“I know. I cannot accept it. I Like lots of company. Even your company is enough, at least someone to talk to, about my fears, my plans, my insecurities. I enjoy interacting. Interaction, okay. See? And correct whatever grammar goes wrong,” he chuckled, twisting the ring so the jewel went downwards. It was itchy. He dropped it after sometime because it was fake.

“Talk to yourself,” I advised solemnly. “Be confident.” The vampire scowled, throwing his words back. “Hey. People cannot be like you, Louis Needs his solitary hours. It’s got nothing to do with hate or dislike, or anti social. Most quiet people recharge like that and when Louis has something to say, he will wait patiently for an opportune moment. Lestat, don’t worry. He can take care of himself. Cliché, but true.”

“I do not believe that. He needs me. His directions are--- atrocious! And his innocence! I can’t stand others taking over, advantage! It makes me mad!” Lestat hissed. He added more things, glaring mistakes I didn’t know were mistakes. Shyness, incompetence, stubbornness, cold hearted assaults and neverending questions to their existence. The last one is the most loathsome interview question any of us get! Why the hell do they ask that, why do you exist? Artemis made us, and for other believers, their god made them. Simple.

I pointed out that his voice was rising. Lestat stopped, covering his lips. Flushed.
“May I have your pardon, cherie pie?” He stopped and kissed my hand, bowed. I giggled.

“Don’t. It’s not the 18th C now. Want to hear about my day? (my friend was eager) I had geog lessons, a very interesting one—the plates moving. Countries that rest on them get more earthquakes than others. Here we get tremors but that’s about all. In English, we read Red Sky in the morning. I read ahead and cried so much. Oh princie, the poor boy was sick. And she rejected his affection. His sickness is a ballooning of the head.”

“Why does that happen? Hydra stuff? It means water filling up the head?”

“Yes. The fluid enters. So these kids die very early. The doctor drains off the fluid but if he cannot breathe, he dies. The last few pages spoke of how grieved she was. The tearful part------ she noticed the nurse moved his cot from the window, where he could not see the birds. Isn’t it tragic? Poetry was borrring, Philip Larkin. I hate that man.”

Lestat frowned. “Who’s that? Is he WB Yeats’s buddy?” We burst into mirth at that. Neither of us can rhyme. I said I hated the poetry assignments, making limericks, rhymes and stanzas. Pointe will help me to write some of it! That’s cool!

“but I love art. I can make what I want. The best was at 4pm, when we change into shapes and Talked mind-to-mind.” The vampire laughed, agreeing.

Lestat and I entered the café. We just came back in a circle. He called a waitress. Had to wait for the cake to arrive. He said he ought to sample this delicious cake. “Krystal. I like to listen to your voice and your speech. It’s so animating.”
We took the back seat to be away from all the noise. Lestat let me choose the seats.

That made me red. “You’re animating too. And natural. I just speak well with friends I know….your life should be interesting! Tell me what you’ve been through.”

“No not at all. It’s boring. I have lived so long already… I see many changes. Yet, I cannot adapt. I’ve been through the slave trade, its end, Industrialization Age, my country’s revolution. But I feel disconnected from all of it.”

I started on my Black Forrest Cake, sampling the icing and the sugar. I was caught offguard when Lestat told me that he was shy. I choked and had to drink water, coz tea would not unchoke me. when I could breathe, I gasped, “Shy? You?”

He smiled, poking at his cake. Why not? Hmm, the cake is gooey.

It’s supposed to be gooey. And chocolate! Try! He loved the texture of the cake!


“Why don’t you believe me? I am telling the truth, cherie. Haha, I was much like Louis, during mortal times. Not always shy. What’s the right word… independent, yes. Do you copy?” My friend was light hearted now, his eyes shining and excited to convey his honest feelings to me.

I gestured a triangle to my chest area. “I think, coz your family has a different thinking from you. Am I right? They were contented, but you were restless and wandering. That’s a factor. As a result, you become more outgoing. But I don’t understand your shyness part.” I was puzzled and conveyed how bewildered I was.

“Yea. Let’s put this another way. I feel shy, introverted at times. I’m quiet by nature, musicians are like that. I am one, in case you forget. It was my ambition to perform on instrument when I was young. I get talkative and energized when people notice me. Or I want attention, spoilt- kid side of me. As you noticed when we first met, I’m no chatterbox. I need alone-time. But not as much as my fledges.”


Wow! He’s so observant! Do not try to deceive this Sire. He added that Louis was his secret favorite, because he reminded him of himself, his strength. “By strength, I mean Louis’s even-temper and steadfastness( image of a donkey plodding through desert). I cannot be like him. I’m mad when he acts as if nothing I say hurts him. I cannot tolerate people not responding.”

He finished the tea and cut another corner off the cake. To my stare, he said he was going to eat it up. I learnt much that special night-- Lestat respecting me like an adult, wanting my opinions on his queries and insecurities. He felt safe with me. “You are so unique. In a positive way. Cherie, why waste time understanding me? Don’t you want others to know you first?”

“Nah, you’re very special. I do wanna know you, if we don’t communicate, it is hard to get along. Plus, it’s kinda one-sided if I make someone understand first,” I replied. My sensei’s already big eyes widened, the lashes accentuating his handsome features. To him, it was the other way round. Market yourself, your confidence first. Then people flood in. I thought of a Waterfall.

He laughed. “No no, not flooding. I’d not get away in time. Um, this cake is Heaven! It’s cross between cake and ice cream. Want the cherry? It’s alright. Take it.”

I chewed it and twirled the cherry stem. Lestat polished off the dessert in another five minutes. I watched him eat. They do eat food, as a pretense. Lestat can, anyway. Louis and Gabrielle are not as able to. We went to pay. The bill was supposed to come, but they were short handed. I offered to pay my share.

“I feel bad when you always pay. Can I? I brought my wallet.” He shook his head and pressed my hand down.

“Later you can give me back. I want to change notes. Hello, missie. What is your name?” The cashier blushed. She said Serena Patricks. He felt it was an apt name for a petite fleur. I pointed to a slice of Forrest. Wanted to get that for Louis at home.

“I’m David Kestrel. I live around here. Yea let’s go out sometime.” Alias eh? He turned on his Power at full heat and flashed the famous marquis grin.

Hey hey. David huh? You don’t look like A David to me-------- I remarked. The woman was so over-the-world. Her thoughts cascaded like a mountain stream, whirlpool.

What’s wrong? Can’t say ma name.
I wanted to give back the $8.00 outside. Lestat refused. “I can afford this. It makes me happy to lavish attention on my friends. Do not feel bad. Let me do this when I’m able. If I’m ill, I can’t anymore.” He looked so hurt. Cultural gap here.
All right.

A ginger tom rubbed itself against the post, purring. He came to me and rubbed my calves, but not Brattie’s. It ran off. I miss being human. The cat knows. Sometimes I dream of it again, my house, my family, the forests. My dogs… then when I awaken at night, the horrid reality comes back. I am a horror story. It can never return. Back there, it seemed to, for an hour. Suspended humanity… Serena. And you. He sniffed, tilted his head back. The hair covered his tears.

“Oi. Stop it. You’re one of the Kindest and most generous in my company! This depression sucks. Take care of me.” Prince rubbed his face and smiled a watery smile.

Annoyed. “You are so rude. But wisely correct. Okay. Where do you want to go now?” I swung the bag containing the cake as we strolled. We passed a stand of pamphlets. A poetry writing contest. I took one of it. More things to see.

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