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Saturday, July 01, 2006Chelsea's visit, chapter 26Chelsea’s visit In February, Chelsea got the courage and said she wanted to drop by. Lestat had called her to thank her personally for his birthday gift. Hearing his voice wasn’t enough. I was astounded. She plied me the sixth time with “Will he be like, very sick looking?” as we walked to Laconia town. Usually she wasn’t so nervous, but the vampires are her idols. “No. Not that bad.” Warning was in turn, Hey guys we’ve got company. Chelsea’s coming. Is it ok?---- I sent. It was 6.15pm and the sky was tequila orange. She’s got black hair, large topaz eyes and a wolfish look. After sometime, Pointe came in the reception, sleepy. Can’t reject her. Come in. I caught his master’s scent and looked up. Lestat on the bedroom, balcony, frail and hair swept by wind. He smiled down at us and bade us to come in. Left the top. The double doors swung open like in a classic movie. I introduced Chelsea Harthing. Lestat had just pulled a jacket over his yellow pajamas tonight. Lips pale, thin, woken from sleep. But ever the gentleman, Lestat distracted us from his condition and casually asked her how she was. “I saw you before, or rather felt your scent. We see better than smell. Yours is opposite right?” the blond said friendly. Using the slight accent. She went red. He invited us to seat ourselves. "Come, I’ve brewed tea in the kettle. Are you hungry?" Louis followed him, came back first with two boxes of cookies. Chelsea said it was alright and munched on some. Bianca, will it be ok if I give him perfume? Do vampires use that, I am not sure. He does. He’ll love it! – I soothed. He keeps all our presents. “Hello again,” said guy set down two cups, one for me, and poured the hot water. “Here’s the sugar, milk. Sorry, we ran out of sodas. Is it ok? Please drink, you must have walked. Did you walk far?” The wolfgirl stirred in milk and sugar. “No prob. Thank you. It wasn’t far and we have a lot of stamina. I am so excited to see you too, Louis! I’ve always idolized both of you! Your books are so interesting.” I chuckled. My friends were basking in this----- Pointe with modesty and Lioncourt grinning and super flattered. It increased his energy level. The flagging aura flared. “Why I am honored to have impressed you. Which parts do you like, Miss?” Chelsea said, “I love Vampire Lestat, the first book. (he smiled) where you rode into the forest with your flintlock rifles, with your dogs. All ready to kick ass! And when you were Lelio onstage. It was worth my money. I finished it last night. How long do you take to write a chronicle like that, Lestat?” He laughed softly, crossed his long legs. The pajamas look normal, as if the musician was used to entertaining in sleep-mode. “Let’s see, I basically want you all to understand each, and every part, Experience it. You get me? Have more, we’ve bought too many. (pushed the box to us) For this book, I took 3 months. I planned to put it in order, but it didn’t come out like that… I admit it was confusing. 21, then my boyhood. But I am not perfectionist, so I left it. Have you read the other books, Tale of the Body Thief, Memnoch?” She wanted to. Turned to Louis. “Yours was first. How did you feel when Daniel said he’d get it out to the market? You are shy, must have taken plenty of courage to talk about it. Was it your intention to let everybody know about vampires?” Slowly and confidently, the quieter preter spoke, “Yes. I intended to. But not the fame it brought me. When Lestat found out, some parts were false in his viewpoint, he wrote his bio to counterargue. I think we’re so different in our thinking. I don’t whine, but he thinks so.” Chelsea laughed with them. “Haha, isn’t he seductive, my bf? So coldly attractive.” Lestat patted his knee. Louis was spaced out from him on the same couch. She was more excited that their being bi is acceptable. It’s not like Dracula black- and- white films. Prince explained further, “I personally wish we could stay together forever. Usually, what I don’t like is, after several years when I am contented, some people will leave me. They say I abuse them. I like a family life.” Chelsea brought out the gift. “Um here’s another present. You had the CD right?” Aw, you shouldn’t have. Still he accepted and opened the wrapper very carefully,not rip it like a madperson. Just what I need. The blonde pleasantly remarked. You like classical and rock too. Slow and fast, quite unusual.--------- Chelsea said. Getting more daring. Yes-------- he answered----------- And yourself? I just like rock music. Louis? ------- she asked, not to leave him out. I like classical and opera only. What’s wrong with that? These people sleep through opera. Can you imagine? Warmed up, Chelsea promoted her bro’s play at the Parkway Theatre. Both Ls were delighted and said they would love to. Nothing for the past month. Lestat had been too sick to go out anyway. “Um, I hope you’re better real soon. It’s bad?” her real reason came up now. “’Cept the coughing. Sometimes my chest hurts when I cough too much. Usually I feel very lethargic. Thank you, I’m so touched. You came at the right time, or I’d be sleeping in. Please, bring these home. Your family can share. We cannot finish.” She was ecstatic. Award-giving ceremony or something. Then he stood up, excusing himself. Every indication of agony was concealed except for his wheezing. Brat prince held the wall for support when he stumbled. You gonna lie down. Don’t climb up. I’ll come,--------- I called to ‘stat. Lestat stifled his coughing, bent double. He gasped for breath. I caught up with him. The small room below the stairs. He got into the makeshift bed and lay down. The mental image of blood ejected from his lungs. I wanted to cry. I Changed. This was too serious, internal bleeding. Lestat inhaled hesitantly, afraid to trigger another bout. No. it’s alright. Go talk to her. I’ll just rest until it stops. I waited, covering him with a blanket. He smiled feebly, bravely. Go. I’ll be fine. Will come back when I’m better. Thanks. I’ll survive. When I went back out, Louis was amused by the wolfgirl’s antics. She’s nothing like a serious badass werewolf, it’s a misconception. Chelsea welcomed us to join her family if they felt lonely. That’s why she’s one of a kind and my best friend. she’s got strong charisma and though she’s no babe, her greatet Gift is in making people feel at home. Melts barriers down. Girl, I’m so much better. 15 more minutes, then I’ll come ok? Hold the front. Sergeant gunning down the masses.Hahaha, Brat p. that’s great, I replied. Told them this. “Oh dear, I must have tired him. Poor guy,”the wolf said sadly. Louis explained the situation. “It’s not only that. Last night, my Master didn’t return till 3 in the morning. The wind’s very cold these nights. Don’t worry. I think we’ll definitely come to the play. I Like plays. And ‘stat’s gonna enjoy going out.” Yep he was back outside, flipping through the tv channels. Quarter past ten. Lestat smiled. “I’m okay now. Thanks, don’t mind me. I didn’t want to cough in front of you, Chels. Sorry for the sudden interruption. ” “Good. I’m relieved.”Louis invited her to sit opposite Lestat and me. My warming aura spedup the healing process for the cells to mend. I leaned comfortably, his arm curled about me. For a while, the main host answered her questions. Then, “I think there’s a movie going on now.” He must be tiring. Finding Nemo was on. “I love this film, we saw it at school. Yay. The clownfish aren’t being funny at all,”I said. The adults could lay back the hosting. About eleven, my friend decided she shouldn’t bother us any longer. “Before I move, could you sign autographs for me? Please? Louis, could I borrow your book?” The charismatic preters engraved their signatures on Interview with the Vampire and her diary. Lestat signed on the latter, wellwishes and whirled his Ls. “Can I call and ask how you are? Sometimes. If it’s ok,”she murmured, blushing. The blond was patient and gentle.. “Thank you. I will answer, call after six. I should be up by then. Take care.” Shook hands. Chelsea became a brown wolf and loped off. I was full of joy at the level of professionalism. Hugged my cute guys. Yea they are mine. “It was cool. Thanks so much! I’m sorry I brought her over without a warning in advance. Princie, you needed to rest,”I apologetically told them, holding both his white hands. I could see the blood vessels thinly throbbing. Louis flopped down. “It’s alright. All the training helped. Stat says it’s essential, crucial to know how to entertain guests at all times.Best of all, we got rid of another stack of food!” We laughed. Lestat turned off the tv. It was funny and interesting. I thought weres are annoying. Your friend’s not. Maybe I’ll rethink the whole we-don’t-mix-theory. -----Brat prince lightly put in. I let Lo know. Vampires are anti werewolves, anti witches normally. “Are you afraid?” I spoke while we were reading. Louis glanced at his bf, green flecked eyes almost catlike. Teacher kissed my cheek and his index finger lifted my chin. “No. why should I ? this is small. I’ve been through worse. Sometimes, my life needs to be less dramatic. I’m fine, cherie.” He winked and caressed my red locks. I picked up on page 40 of Merrick. Philosopher was on the greek myths book, part II. And sensei was smiling at his First copy of self-help. Changed his mind! A cute cartoon illustrated, which Mona had posted to make him cheer up. How to be Positive and Not fall into a deep dark hole. Shithole. I said. Huh? Hey, darling., I like the pics. I wanna tell you----- flipped through the vampire novel you bought me. It’s exciting, and sympathetic to us. The exaggerations aren’t there. I do want to start on it. I grinned and rubbed his sleeve, Thinking-------- finally you’ll read such genres right? When you’re angry (I read out), frown at the mirror. The difference is drastic. Hmm. Tip number 60, eat more fruits and go out more. “Louis, I should be going out. It says here. I will be more positive. We’ll go to the play.” he announced in his spoilt-ultra rotten voice. Not asking, but commanding. Louis rolled his eyes. “Bianca, can I have the addresses of your friends? I haven’t thanked them for their gifts,” the blond said. It was really late and he ought to sleep now. “I’ll do half of it now. Then I’ll go sleep.” Sounded good to me. I provided. Lestat penned merci beaucoups and nice poetic words to the gift givers in small cards. You know, the ones with borders and hearts made out. As long as I was not being ignored. Lestat looked wryly at me when I pointedly Sent it and smiled secretively. The most favourite gift of all are the peacock stands, ‘useful, sturdy and aesthetic beauties’I quote. My bro’s animal carvings were lined neatly in this glass cabinet which Lestat purchased some weeks ago before he was sick. He was robust then and wanted Male-only company. I was sulky he wouldn’t let me tag along. Reason being: “You’ve no strength my child. I want to be male-simple minded tonight.” One Shaper went along and by the time they came back, Lestat was chatting with him. That is the power of charisma. Anyway, you can see how my closest mentor treasures his material possessions. He’s not a monster. I look back with regret to our first meeting, when I was terribly rude to say he was maniacal and demonic. “I forgive you. Not as petty right?” He cuddled me before lying down. But catering to the sick man was unbearable. |
