Krystal's Lost entries
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Friday, September 29, 2006Lestat cooks! Musings of why people age so quick?Wow you can cook?" a voice piped up. Lestat turned around and looked devilishly proud. "Ha, of course I can. I consulted with the books." The complimenter was another young man. I raised my brows. A visitor so early. “This is my acquaintance from my trip to Germany, Endy( mentally he spelt this out). He is going to stay in town for a few days,” Lestat introduced us. I nodded and stared. This man was what? He didn’t have white skin or bright hair or eyes. Didn’t smell like my kind either. He had covered up his scent very well. Everything about him was dulled to the senses. “Hi, friend.” Very soft voice. This appealed to vampires, they hate loud noises. Polite and ancien era peopleare their favorites. Is he human? No. He’s half human. But I should not be rude and ask him that. We did not find out what he was. Perhaps he was an elf. Elves are very rare in the human realm, but they do come and work, or find someone. *********** My cell kept beeping a musical note so I smsed back. Only both of us home. The poet had gone out for a few nights now and we were buzzing as to who he had met. Lestat was trying out maroon, khaki, cream shirts. All towards the modern era. I watched him until he shut the door. “Don’t. want to surprise you. When’re you gonna face them and speak?” Why is he prejudiced? He owns a cellphone now! I tried to reason.“Lestat it is the Same. Like email. It is cheaper to text.” “I know! But… hmm.” He emerged and held out his arms. The material was loosefitting. A safari shirt and matching brown pants. He’d chosen to wear a blue cross on blackstring. I was still pressing the buttons although I didn’t look at the phone, while managing to smile and look at his face. “Cherie. Stop that. You are not listening,” he whined. “Oh sorry,” I said, running to him and giving a Huge hug! He smelled of the Stephan brand we bought. “I’ll hear you now.” “That can’t match face to face contact. A touching phonecall from someone ho hasn’t returned is alright. I am worried about the addiction thing. I saw 2 little girls, not older than 12, doing this. (he demonstrated twiddling with buttons) . I was thinking, why are they laughing at the screens? Are they in the right mind? My goodness!” “Relax. I don’t. it’s only a small portion of us who do that. Haha. We go out together. We use the phones to meet each other. Like when I am late, it is handy!” The vampire remained sullen and blank eyed. They can stay emotionless and quiet which spooks humans. I used to wonder if they can feel. This thought i must block, they can get mighty steamed! “But you hurt me. I asked you last two times if you wanted to go out with me. All because of your mobile, you don't even hum back. I am the last marquis d’Auvergne Ancien France and…..” Oh no, the tirade. I held out both my hands. Instiling guilt in my heart. He continued now facing the wall. “You push me into solitude. I can be patient. Yes, but that is not fair. NOt if you continue like this. I shall see about the paying of bills ok? Maybe you will have a confiscated phone for a month!” Then Lestat folded his hands behind and sighed a long suffering kind of sigh. “Errr….” I fished for something to stop his thoughts from shifting to the more dramatic and worsening. “Wow! Handsome! Why did you buy all these patterns, all the same?” He got easily distracted. He told me how his friends all found out he wanted modern clothes, so they bought him similar patterns. We went out to the garden. He’d got some tropical plants and it was growing healthily. I helped to weed a patch. “See Brat, I ask my buds if they got my classes tomorrow. We can meet for lunch if not,” I broached the subject. I figured I could win this. “Call them then,” he muttered, observing an insect in a flower. “If I did, it may be when they are crossing the road, or the bus. In a rush we may forget and hit something, while a message stays till you open it.” Blank look. A beeping. Lestat walked off. I ran to catch up, then slowed down. “Hello? Ronnie! You’re home? (told me that he was back now and might continue living here and did I have space) actually no. I’m at a friend’s. My house is—it’s locked. You could go there. See ya! Go to Aunt Marie’s or Hilda. Yea see ya.” Lestat looked neglected, bored and old- kind of sad. No reply when I said his name. oh dear. Did I blow my chance? I waited and looked at some grass at his shoes. He was wearing sport shoes, not usual. He loves boots. “Mikester? Brattie. Look what is this plant?” He blinked and watched my finger. “Um, I’m not sure. Want to look it up. Bianca, you are so fortunate. So many friends. I am so alone and out of place.” Why did he feel like this? “You have us. Don’t be silly.” I got pissed at this remark. C’mon Stat! Where is your humor and young blood?! The immortal sighed, so old. Yea I forgot he was older than us, centuries! So much has happened. Ahem. do you wish to enrage me? he warned. I’m controlling part of the finances here Krys, (much more in a hurt tone of voice)I know I have to be there for you. But I can’t. At least, Not completely? I asked, still impatient. not all of us can test a vampire’s patience. and yep, I was on equal terms with them, so I could do this. a blue dash. Lestat rose and vanished. I rolled my eyes. how petty! He can rail at you but when you start, he surrenders. Lestat came back after half hour, wet and fresh. He touched my shoulder. I jumped. Yoooohoo. AHHH. See? I am young brat now. He guffawed till tears spurted out. I was pissed. don’t expect me to talk to you for a week! Louis was trying out on the piano. To me it sounded all right. The perfectionist was adamant he make it much Much better though! “But I’m not cut out for this, man. Maybe you could find someone who’s more interested in this than me!” Lestat bit his lip, and though we shared the mirth of Louis’s complaining, he was extremely offended. How could you not take music seriously? ----he shot into the blue. I looked at him worriedly. Oh no!Hit a raw nerve. “I’ll try again. I really will, cher.” But Lestat brought the cover down on his fingers. Louis took his hands off in time. Lestat scowled, “ I Said, I would choose a better pupil. Quinn is more willing to learn. He has the classical genes. I cannot expect All of you to turn out the same can I?” Louis bit his lip, green angry flash. “Why don’t you give me a chance? ” I tensed, shook my head. Lestat didn’t rise to the bait, or shout though. He simply pretended we didn’t exist and went off whistling. Louis cursed softly. What is wrong with him? He prefers people not to say so much. Music is not for the speaking, I said. Never mind, I can instruct you. if you Want to learn. Ah musicians artistes all the same, arrogant, never yielding to a lower standard. Constantly seeking improvements. **************** A portrait of a fine art, my own. I am creative! I remember I gave my best friends crazy presents, one of which was a hidden portrait. Louis would Never allow me to paint him, as he does not want to be a sitting duck for spotlighting. So I had secretly observed, remembered and taken down various poses for art. I had come up with a masterpiece! Year 2005 “ This time for your birthday you’ll be doing a hunt for your gift! ” I declared to Brat Prince. He laughed and started searching. “ Give me a clue, is it a ring, small one? Or as large as an encyclopedia? Will it shock me? ” he called out from the storeroom at the far right hand corner of the house. His mood was a bunch of wavy colors, maroon, green and purple. Ecstasy! I heard him shout ‘yay’. He scrambled out, whipped off the soft flower cloth I’d placed over it. The brown coated Louis, writing and also reading something from the side. Mine isn’t Michaelangelo standard. Haha. “ Bianca this has a nice touch. A lovely present, ” Lestat cried dramatically, bouncing off the wall. Vampires can do that, literally run up and down the walls atheletically. I always find it so cute and exciting to watch. Trapeze acts. “ Coz my sensei is a genius. “ “ Really ?” Lestat replied musing. “ Sensei sounds like some great concept, gigantic meaningful word! A nice simple feel to it. It means only Teacher right? ” I nodded. “Yes. If I add chan or san, it is added respect. Hmm, how lovely you look! A right pretty 19th Century to 21st century man. ” Blond sported a turquoise shiny riding jacket, inside was a plain grey shirt. His hair loose made the gear fit for a prince! He Read these, tried not to sound ecstatic when he remarked, “ My cherie pie, always apple polishing. You are Grande abominable! “ That had me giggling so long. I rubbed tears out of my eyes. I don’t remember much of what happened after, I think we sang happy birthday, invited many more friends. Both my housemates, um, owners, always penned us thank yous in their various handwritings, sometimes they varied in size and wiggles. One note he said, I believe I should be kind. Why? Because of its own sake. I like to care for others, even if they Hurt me. I admit I can be shitty, as you like to say. Deep down, I am not a real Strong person. I break into little pieces and it is humiliating to speak of it! Typical male eh? And I never Ask for directions, or help. Not all of us are jerks, cold, businesslike in mindset. I’m a reject of my friends. I cannot conform to their expectations! Ahhh, I repeat this too many times. Sorry. Lestat is so candid. Yet he makes it so funky to spend time with him. Very different from modern people with barriers and complex personalities. I wish humans would stay in touch and keep their promises more. They let me down a lot. Lestat Always does what he sets out to do. That’s a strong point. Sometimes he forgets too, but I don’t mind as much. One day he up and played one of the people onstage. Of course he had seen that a couple of times so he could spontaneously act. I was with some of my friends and we gave due applause. What of David? I don't know much about him, but he is quite all right, regular bloke. MOre next time! I am going to sleep now. Signed in love, 23:00 *************** |
