Sunday, July 02, 2006

Trip Faraway and I can't follow

The next few days, Lestat bothered us with almost every request imaginable! I didn’t mind, but my patience was running out. Only softened by his wheedly voice and fragile countenance in bed. It was better to have more people helping to sort the mail into Miscellaneous, Important and Personal. Damn, so much mail at the wrong time! Lestat was sulky when we got Armand and Daniel to come over and help. He made lots of digging- under- the- belt remarks. ‘A normal reaction from that much excruciation,” quotes Daniel.

Today they were busy so it was down to me and Louis.

“So many?” Brat moaned. “Shit, haven’t got the strength to reply them (business letters). Do me a favor.”

Not again! I had spent the past few days typing letters addressed to all manners of people! I shook my head, frustrated. Louis was a bit annoyed at his tone and my reluctance to help, Krys, he’s sick. We’ve got to help him out as much as possible.

“I don’t wanna.” If I didn’t look at him, he’d not stir up my pity.

“Sweet papillon (butterfly), I’ll give you money for this. It’s only for now. Cherie, ma fleur.” The tug on my sleeve was insistent , but I remained close- eyed. He then resorted to Bribery- “You can have All the ice cream left if that’s not enough. Please. If I were alright, I would do it personally. ”

Louis protested noisily at this, stating how much weight I’d gain. ‘stat sniffed, made to stand. We pushed him back down, not an easy task. He barely stood against us and lay down. Fingers dug on the bedclothes, furrow of his brow.


“Okay okay!” I said ungracefully. ”Type right? Your writing’s not legible.” The patient sat up with spirit and said he’d dictate his drafts, scrawled in rough writings.

I decided to do something creative now, while the much-happier guy stated, “I want this in size 12 font, Georgia. No borders or smileys. Quinn’s letter is informal, but this one’s for my bosses. No funny styles. I’ll take my medicine then come back.” My teacher gingerly walked out, holding his side. He still hurts, but does not complain. The only sign he's sick is his weaker movements, coz he normally saunters around.

Innocently I made some modifications. My handiwork: the opposite, flowery borders, full of smiling faces throughout. Pointe guffawed. My sensei’s face was a killer: gaping mouth of fangs and outrage. “Bianca! I specifically said------- no funny things. I didn’t talk in German or French.”

I shaded the font and changed to Bradley’s ITC handwriting. “Oi! Enough! (but smilingly) gal. I know I know, I owe you. It’s a big thing.” He clicked undo.

“Be nice.” Lestat winced at some pain in his abdomen. To our relief, it passed.

I blinked. “You can? Use Microsoft word?”

Indignantly, he scoffed, “Don’t despise me, cherie. I understand its functions. Louis, take over. Here.” He pressed a crisp fifty dollar note on my hand, as promised.

“I was just kidding.”

“I’m serious. Take it. Merci.” Lestat smiled and tousled my hair.

It was with a lighter mood as we typed out Lestat’s words for 10 people. I watched my sensei meticulously folding the papers into the white envelopes. Despite being seriously ill, he still continued correspondence. I asked him who was Jesse.

“Oh, she’s a nice petite. I’ll introduce her when she comes. What? Are you jealous?” he jested, glancing at me.

“She takes up so much of your attention. She oughta come since you’re sick.”
Lestat just laughed. He did not expect so much concern from a casual exgirlfriend I guessed.

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We ought to consider Switzerland, Omaga broke the news to us. Lestat was to be told later so we were having this emergency meeting now. David would be the negotiator.

Skinny and shivering, the patient wanted to come down. Looking round at all of us. “Hi guys. What is it, some party for me? I miss having parties.” Plaintive. Quinn made him sit down and I turned down the aircon. Lestat didn’t respond to the news. He looked dreamy and had a fever. I faintly recall my friends in the high places made plans, Feb 15 night. Everything would be arranged. He would feed first before embarking on it.

I dreaded the moment. My heart ached. I was brave Little Bianca, smiling and polite and restrained. He saw through this. We fought the night before, when my best friend was making some notes.

“Why are you acting so stiff? Where’s your reaction? I’m going alone,” he snapped, flinging down his pen. I drew back. My eyesight blurred.

No. I don’t want you to go. I shall miss you.
Fingers touched. I held him close. I’m so sorry… did I frighten you? I won’t go. I have a say, I do not want you to weep. I want you to be happy. Always----- Lestat replied to sooth me.
This worsened my tears, wetted his shirt. My bro was adamant that Brat leave or he would worsen. Always the level-headed one. Louis fought to stay in control and finally succeeded. He found solace reading about greek myths and cooking balanced meals for us.

Brat looked at us, his pupils dilated and blue now, soft and gentle. “Don’t be like that, I won’t die.”

The night came. Lestat was very quiet. He’d not been out of bed for awhile and all the moving exhausted him. Must be withholding his emotions to be considerate to us,

Louis spoke. "Are you alright, my love? Why don’t you sit down? Don’t walk too much." Lestat was white in the lips, his hand trembled quite badly. I pressed his shoulder. He was afraid of leaving, with strangers. Omega nodded to us. Mentally he seemed to communicate with the high strung vampire. Lestat sighed and pulled a strand out of his eyes.

“I understand. Thank you, for coming with me. I’m quite weary. When will the cab arrive?” He stood up and went to the window, jaw tensing. It was half an hour before it did. The physicians took care of last minute medical supplies, equipment and made sure Lestat was wearing thicker clothing. He didn’t convey anything and just told me he was okay.

At the airport, he was impassive and unlike his passionate self. Had we lost him?
“I’ll write love letters. To all of you. I promise. David’s with me. I will not be alone. Adieu.” Then Lestat walked in without looking back. I clung to Louis and wept. The hardest night.

I missed the piano sounds. Even when Prince was ill, I knew I could still go up and cuddle to him. Now I could not. Louis decided to leave his bedroom door open. It was only closed to servants. It helped a little.

First letter came a month later:

March 3

Dear Louis and my little Bianca,

How are you? This is such a lame question, duh. I’m doing fine here, enough rest in my big soft bed. It’s totally dark and comfy here. A wonderful environment for BloodDrinkers. No complaints! Everything is fine. Don’t be worried.

After I get out from hospital, maybe a month later, I will be living with David and his friends for a while. Most being vampires (sorry my child) by the way, hope you like the stationery. Unfortunately some got lost so this is the only paper. The rest behind are plain. I’ll go shopping for nice fragrant letterpads next time.

I miss both of you so much! You are my best, beloved friends. When I get discharged, I will buy you gifts and send them. Would you like that? So you’ll have a remembrance of me. Sheez, I sound like I’m gonna die. Nah, I’m doing great really. The technology here is more advanced. I’m so glad the aircon isn’t too cold, I’m well-taken care of. The doctors keep me updated, but presently not much to tell you.

How are you both doing? Tell me about your life. Louis, who are you meeting? I’m dying to interfere. But I can’t! And Bianca-chan, is it correct? What about school? Write me. I like to hear about happenings. This is my address, I’ve checked it twice. It will be for a month.

Maybe I can get a phone number and call you when I’m not too tired. Despite the advancement, I see no phones around! There is a computer, but it will take some time to figure out how to operate it. Anyway I prefer you to respond with ink. It’s much more sincere. Hey girl, don’t cry your eyes out okay? If Louis doesn’t cheer you up enough, I’ll smack him till he cries for mercy! Picture that and laugh out loud k? This’ll hafta do coz I cannot verbally say it. Deal!

To oh Wise one: Take care. Be careful and Don’t be hit by poison! Send me a poem, could you, or a new book. I forgot to pack books in my haste. I’m just lying around, dozing. Waiting for your next letter!

Love, Hugs and Kisses,

Lestat de Lioncourt

March 8

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Hey B. Brat prince,

This will be a letter from both of us! Pink is mine and purple will be Louis. Does it hurt your eyes to see pink, so bright? It’s not my favorite color, I just felt like using it. Found it under your desk.

How’s my handwriting? I wish I can write as artistic as you! I try to practice the piano when I’m free. We sing together! Can you see it, Louis’s singing? Honestly he’s got a darn good voice. Shy people are Gifted, when he praises me, I feel so shy man. I’m not so outstanding.

I’m not crying, Puppy. It’s not so bad, since I can go out with my friends frequently, eat, shop and have fun together. Mostly nights are for Louis. He’s cooped up at home often now. He won’t admit it, but he wants to feel your presence. My brother and mom came back so it’s not so bad. But yeah, we do miss you lots, Lestat-sensei-chan. That means beloved teacher plus closest buddy. You can add as many labels as you wish. That’s what I learnt. I’m still in basic Japanese class--- can’t pass it! I’m so dead!
Good side, maths is okay, with Quinn’s assistance, I think I could manage a C. I hope. I got A++ for history. Yay! Chemistry, I got B.

Louis thought he will enclose something he penned himself, a personal poem. So muuushy. Do you miss Yeats? I thought it’s so boring. Hehe. I got some questions here, please answer me (take your time)

1. How is my writing? Can you decipher it?
2. Take care of yourself. Keep warm, sleep as much as you can. I want a weekly update!! It ain’t easy, I know, coz it’s an unfamiliar place. Big sis mode. Hahahax 10000.
Here is also a sketch of my friend, a real life Chameleon. She changes shades and colors when she wants to, or when her mood swings. Give me comments. YES, presents! Buy me presents, exciting stuff. I would like a postcard with new stamps, a purrfect gift for my collection. Of course when you’re not busy and well-rested. Over and out.

Louis here. I hope you do better each day. It’s not the same without you beside me, lecturing and seducing me… you are irreplaceable! Like the poetry? It’s my fifteenth attempt at telling the story froma florist’s POV. By the way I don’t like purple. Krystal thinks so, I’m so pissed! She took away all my black pens and I hate gah purple!! Wish you could taste some of the cupcakes I’m making. Next time we’ll make pie.

I’m gonna say this and it sounds like whining. Stat, I know you don’t like me to whine. Ok, don’t spend too much. I see she asked you for gifts. Save some money.
Can I wear your shirt? Um, it’s because some friends of the children want me to wear nice 18th C clothes and sign autographs. It makes the house livelier. Of course I’m not giving them a live tour of your private property, we mostly go outside. Don’t jump up and get hyperventilated! Sit down. I’m still feeling awkward in social situations. I guess I won’t ever get used to it.

Do Come back soon! But don’t escape from there with all the authorities coming after you all right? Don’t want long ago history to repeat.

Write back soon. Hugs and Kisses as well,
Louis de P. + Bianca (Louis signed with less curves than my teacher and in conservative black)

Mar 20, 11pm
Hi Cherie pie and Louis,

I got your letter! I was so surprised that it came only 4 days after postage. Happy and joyous!!

I will answer your questions. No problem, you’ve always listened to me. Nope, pink is fine for me. Any color will do. It’s just that I see in a larger scope, a human is a range of blue, yellow and pink, x-ray into the person’s body. Appreciate that you are taking time off to spend time conversing with me. Your writing is unique and cool, don’t worry about changing it. Change only for yourself. (that’s in bold) No one except me will know. Oh I didn’t know there was a pen under my table. Yay! Thank you for finding it, whatever you find you can keep. Ah, but money I want k? I’m getting poorer and poorer.

I will update you, but first, yea, thanks so much for the drawing and the poem. I am full of joy. The chameleon is my favorite animal, did you know? I’ve always wanted a picture of it. Did you try and put it on exhibit? It’s cheered me up when I was feeling lonely and ill. Smiley sticker.

I forgot to tell you, so now: I was such a blockhead on the departure night. I heard you perfectly, your frustration, your agony, how you miss me, and love. But if I had tried to respond, I would cry too. I could not do that, not just a matter of pride. I am sorry I didn’t do it better. It is ironic, despite so many years of existence. I still don’t understand the complex mind of a female. Please instruct me.

Now I’m much better, stronger too. Nausea is gone. I can feed on 8 humans a night. I can hardly wait to return, miss being free to go out. There’s no freedom here, guys. I have to be in bed by 9pm. Sigh. So restricted! I’m not an animal, and they force me to wear a tracker and nametag! As if I will run away. No cher, I won’t. I am a sensible being most of the time.

I’m not the only vampire here hospitalized I mean. She’s called Sirena, exactly like a mermaid. Her voice, actions and mannerisms are simply enchanting. This is especially so, coz I’m a vampire and our senses are heightened to a great extent than mortals. Do you remember Bianca? Sirena rooms with me and the coolest thing is we both love dogs to a fanatic extent and French cuisine---Food literally. Haha, are you getting seethed up and jealous. Relax, Jesse Raven won’t replace you. She has not come for a while and of course I won’t feel smitten by her. I’m romantic but not so unrealistic. We broke up already. So you don’t have to be mad.

Sirena isn’t allowed out of bed, she is mentally damaged. Which I didn’t know until she began screaming in Spanish one night. I feel so terrible. This letter is different from the previous ones, I am including more descriptions/ Bianca, tell me what you think.

You will make a great singer. I know you will/ Louis too? That’s great! Happy you’re getting to know more people. Please mix around more. So I’m gonna see a lot of changeds in you both. I hate Yeats, sorry L. I cannot write so beautifully. I can just envy them! Sigh.

I read a good book about animals yesterday. It’s from the library in this building. I cannot stay in cold rooms too long! Ridiculous. I’m hot every night. Some policy of comfort& listening to the patient who pays. Wow, this will span several pages and become a short story! Page 3!

My sweet pie, I’m so glad you’re practicing. Will I see you as a fully- fledged soloist when I come back? So my efforts paid off. I was thinking of buying you a dress. I know you’re not dress person, but give it a try k? No offence. Pick one, blue or yellow or red?
Perhaps I will be discharged tomorrow night. It’s not confirmed yet. I’ve no say in it. Pouting puppy. I don’t want to shift it when I get out. Still, I won’t need to be in one later.

Hey my darling! I know all that. Got no choice. Just now they gave us spaghetti. It was so sticky and red. I almost vomited. When the nurse left, I disposed of it. No problem, go ahead and wear my shirts! Just the same size too. Autographs! Are you serious? I want the attention! The poem is touching and yea I understand the inferences. Us both right? hahaha.

Write back soon and God Bless!

Lestat
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