Friday, July 06, 2007Role of a cat, i talk to Rowan
The Bratp. wanted this role in the production which his friends had set up. Said it wold help him to recover quickly and his energy. However we all knew it was physically demanding. How could he manage?
“You’re so weak. Can’t even stand,”a female voice advised.
“Oh yea? See, I can too. Santino said I’d be perfect for the role. I also wanna help in his show.” Through the slit I observed his movement, demonstration to prove this. Some sighs, Dr Mayfair said something. I could Hear her mentally, because her normal voice was inaudible.
I can give you something, Lestat. It’ll keep up your spirits… but
“Then give it to me, Rowan. I need to act. I don’t want to lie there one more day! This is so important to me, don’t you all understand? Danny, Philip, Jesse, I really can. C'mon I didn’t perish after Gobi. Or Kalahari. In winter too,” he added in one breath.
My heart seized up. What could she give? It must be a bad thing, I saw how Boris had become worse when they had hookedup his body to tubes and stuff. I always believed in natural healing. Lestat can be so rash when he is determined to carry through something. Has he gone nuts? Maybe the fever drained his mind, the effect of the poison accumulating.
“Please listen to Ro. She is the best person. You’re strong, point taken. But… this can wait.” Jesse’s tone was almost 3D, husky and melodious. I know I should go do my homework. But I wanted to know what happened.
Danny turned around. He almost said my name, but I placed fingers to my lips. I turned invisible. It’s me, I wanna hear. Adult business.
Cosmic barrier. Cool. Wish we had such power. I’m blocking this. Stat too stubborn. How Do you convince him not to do something he has decided on?
Haha, I don’t think people have. Ro can, I think.
“... side effects to you, Prince.”she had finished and clicked something. “This is a sample of the liquid. I’ll have to work on the formula to ensure it’s safe and clinically generic.”
“What do you mean?” Philip asked. I think he was J’s bf. Once Stat and her were together but since she called him Boss, no longer. Did my friend feel her loss? Then again, the Mayfair is his soulmate, he had confirmed. Danny said yea but Armand made her come. She seems willing.
Louis was in central, I found his signal and concentrated. Our minds connected over the vast distance. But now I had improved, I didn’t feel the pinch anymore. Louis was flying back, could hear the wind through his ears. ‘Krys, is he gonna act? Really? Can anybody stop him?’
Nope listening to three people try.
Rowan detailed blow by blow what she would do. All preters are smart, but still, not educated. You need to tell them in simple terms. Of course once they absorb this info, it is for life. Lestat coughed every few minutes, soft but worrying. How could he sing in this condition? I had not seen him yet this week. Too tired even to talk on the phone, or email. He only replied once, ‘Mon ange. I’m bored. So listless now. Are your tests hard? I’m gonna have tests too, the medicial type. Ouch. Needles. Talk to ya soon.’
I slipped in. The stricken vampire appeared gaunt, he did not even detect my presence. I saw him from the side. Bone worn flesh, eyes slightly bulging, straggled hair, reddened by sweat, his shirt outlined his haggard body. Of course he still looked himself, but having ejected the blood, he showed the symptoms of a hungry animal. 6 feet is not tiny, but Lestat was smaller, compared to the others. I detected a huge throbbing in his chest. He pressed and lay down.
They stopped talking. Rowan took his arm. “Are you ok?”
He nodded, looking at her directly. Then touchd her face. “Yes. Please… let the dog go. It should be free.”
“What?” she was fighting not to squeeze him in a bear hug. I admired her courage. Restraint is a virtue in our people’s language.
“He means to chill.: Phlip supplied. Vibrant blond hair tied back, beyond his butt, chiseled muscles, red lips. Incandescent greens like Louis’only darker. His mental strength is just average, but he was physically equipped. Nostrils flared.
Me, I said. Lestat continued,”Liberte. A soul free. I want the drug.” His voice increased in vibe, but the fire licked in his throat and chest. Fingers squeezed the blankets in a vise.
“Don’t tolerate it. Here, look away.”Jesse lung open a box. The doc reached inside, took out a bottle of what looked like green fluid. I turned off the invisible thing.
Lestat bled from th lips, he must have bitten so hard. He stared at the needle going in. Jesse pressed him down. But he didn’t fight, just relaxed. Sweat flowed from his neck, one fell on Rowan’s hand. It rolled.
“Don’t…lick it.” With a gasp, the patient’s pupils dilated till it reached the whites, the violets covering everything. I shuddered. Then he did not breathe anymore.
“Didn’t see you,” she said flatly. Why? The witch uncurled his fingers and placed them under the blankets. Jesse cranked up the aircon. I soaked a cloth and wiped his face.
If I am his angel I want to cure him. Why can’t I help? I had said. But no tears.
“it is due to all this preternatural strength fading away. Every creature has its limits. He is not invincible. But... Lestat wants to go out. Should I give it to him?” she asked. Pointed into her toolbox. Needles of all sizes. The one was really thick. She placed the used one into a plastic bag.
“Don’t! He can’t,” Jesse shouted. Philip held her. “He will die! It’s untested. You’d better make sure he is ok. Otherwise, I’ll I’ll…” then she ran out.
“Sorry. I trust your decision.” Philip said. I was mad. Lestat never gives up on anybody, always helping them. Even if he’s sarcastic and stubborn, he wouldn’t say something like that. That’s why he made them, his kids. Even if he is so ill, he still wants to do meaningful things to help Santino.
Daniel came in, only modern dressed vamp. He doesn’t look like one, more human. As they age, their whiteness increases. “Oh shit. Is he… ok?”
“I will. When is the performance?”
“Err the 16th. I think Boss modded the scripts. He can edit so our friend won’t overexert. Everyday is a different story.” I thought that was so cool.
Rowan’s mind burnt with a deep intensity. Unlike other species, shapeshifters do not fear them, our auras are similar. Her killing gift or gift of Talent-telepathy is a trademark of the Mayfairs. Maybe we could exchange pointers one day. Surprised she looked up. She kissed Stat on the cheek and touched one lock of hair. He sighed.
“What is your name again?”
“Bianca. Why?” I answered. She smoothed the toolbox, dark hair falling about her face. Cleopetra, she has her hair! Rowan heard my thoughts and smiled faintly.
“Thanks. You seem to be a beacon. Bratprince has been a wonderful ally. It pains me that I can’t relieve or assist him. I withhold my frightening power. It is uncontrollable.” Images of dead people. No No! I killed them. Why, how.... a tiny girl watching as plants shrivelled to blackness around, patients suddenly getting strokes and tumours, doctoring of reports. Stop.
Then she talked of the Taltos, the people freed with their help. Quinn mentioned this. Ro showd me a photo. A tall guy with spider hands, big eyes, very long hair. He looked like my bro’s rpg bad guy.
“Bianca,”she whispered with intensity “Tell Lestat he won’t need to bear the pain, on any account! The medicine is available. I will try my utmost to help. I will….”she choked at this point and tears ran.
Iwill. Thank you.
I should say that. Mona is so happy you want to be friends. Now, she’s more outgoing, mixes with other witches. They are surprised at her potential.