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Thursday, September 20, 200750: Birthday!!
“Which means?” Lestat asked. Louis told me the answer in his head. “Fantastic. Great! Merci guys!” I replied cheerfully. I reached to take it off, but they urged me to go to the mirror. Wow, it had some semi precious stones carved in. so sweet. “Don’t take it off. Your hair’s just right. Please.” “But my hair is thick though, and hot. I mean, don’t you feel hot, Louis?” The poet agreed softly. Bratp. came up from behind me and teased out the tangles at the nape of my neck. We looked perfect for each other. I was wearing knee length stockings, a violet scarf, white sleeveless blouse. Lestat sported his hair in a new trendy style, fringe on the left side, sparkling electric blue-violet pupils, high cheekbones of royalty; clothes plain but accentuating his good looks. The white shirt with blue stripes’ sleeves and dark green trousers. I hugged both of them tightly, without my usual restraint. A present from On cue, “Um I think I’m sleepy now,” I declared, running upstairs. Lestat pouted.
“Ok, then lemme come.” He lay down on his big bed, unfolding the blankets. I sang Anastascia’s Once upon a December. His face suffused with great love. Hey Louis, I thought it’s dangerous for you guys to let us know your sleeping place.--------- I noted, walking over to my room.
I hesitated. Now I was outside Louis’ door. He had come upstairs. My bro trailed behind, eyes widened. We’d read the third book, the forbidden one. It was on their ancient queen, and all of them almost perished! While looking out for my own novel, that book had tumbled out from its collection. We had been horrified by its implications. Lestat would be so mad at us if he knew this. Louis had heard all this inside, but accepted it. He was not furious or annoyed, even. Why not? “I was shocked myself. My maker was angry, because he went through a
“Which one?” So cute, he selected a Dr Seuss storybook with illustrations. “Make your voices go up and down please. Now, begin, pg 30.” Louis, me and my bro took turns to act out, animating them. Complete with movements, sound effects. Louis grumbled how his throat would ache since he had forced it higher than usual. “Stop whining. You’ve been that---“ “For centuries!” we finished. Lestat guffawed. “Ok that’s enough excitement.” The dark haired gentleman was kinda pissed. We couldn’t stop though and our laughter continued throughout till the clock struck 1 am. I won’t forget that happiest birthday of my life. I slept. Louis had placed himself between us and his maker. When I woke up, it was someone poking me. Lestat slurred, “Go back… it’s almost 6am. Hurry up.” His pupils were so small and face very pale. I obediently (and groggily) stumbled away. The door clicked shut. On second thoughts, I locked up. We had a matron who’d come in to clean in the mornings. ************** Part 2 was another night out. It was Saturday and I would have my weeklong break. Yay! Usually I just spend more time with my buds, I can’t go overseas or do anything exciting. I used to, but that was when I was six or seven. My folks are too busy to organize things like that now. I wish, wish wish I could travel My foster parents took me to a café to eat other cakes and puffs. “She really eats a lot!” my super buggy bro complained. I glared at him. “It’s alright. Just this once,” Lestat defended me. This time, he would use his credit card. I hope he wouldn’t blow it again, once, he felt kind of embarrassed the man informed him it bounced. “You got enough credit?” “Yes. I brought about 4 more, in case it bounces. Gotta check the papers.” He rolled his eyes, and smiled happily at some women passing by. I forgot much of what I did on the second day, just that it was simple. This journal won’t just focus on others, or it’d not be mine. My day activities too. I was chosen to act in Guns and Roses. We used our own costumes----our shapechanging to become the characters. The performance was in the late evening. Yay! I could ask the night people to come. Invited Daniel, Armand, Quinn too. However Quinn messaged me that he could not. Sorry, Krys. I really wanted to watch you, I myself am no actor. But mona said I have to accomp. Her to the house of mayfairs. Got some ghosts to bust… Plus nash needs to discuss finances with me. Tell me how it went,k? break a leg (lots of luck)!! Stat commented how outstanding we all were. His hair was cut, brushed back neatly and slicked. For the occasion, he wore this golden seamed riding coat, with the flares to the back. The other guy also wore similar attire and glasses covered their irises. The crowds were building. More people streamed in to find their kids, or ask for autographs. Louis moaned, “Claustro here. Help me.” We tried to clear a path. I stopped a waiter from dropping his tray. Louis apologized, more uncomfortable by the minute. Somehow, the older vampire’s shades got knocked off, exposing them to innocent bystanders. A young girl fainted. Stat’s hand went about her back. She giggled. She had got charmed by his charisma. “Sorry. Are you alright? Darn, where’re they?” He steadied her, sending her off. My friends helped to look for them. Armand and Daniel were close by. Armand looked so boyish in long sleeved jacket and white slacks, Daniel in tshirt as always. “Got them!” the latter shouted. Lestat smiled. Phew. Otherwise more people will faint. And this bloodscent is too strong. Need to mooove. “Hey people. Thanks for coming,” I exclaimed. Armand dipped me a kiss. The shades covered his eyes once more. Then a familiar voice called me. “Hey Neferin!”She was the snow leopard who donated her people’s Chirac for Lestat. Bratprince laughed, taking her aside. “May we chat then? How was your birthday?” Armand wanted to know. He still sounded like an old man. “You really are 400 years old. Or add another 100 to that?” “I am , yes. But I know a lot more about comps than your buddies,” he teased. “haha, my birthday was fine. Oh thank you!” He had produced a bouquet of violets, and a small box. Neferin and my teacher talked at length. They still hadn’t wrapped up when I approached. Wow you found out some special things? Making her laugh so much. Bianca! Expanding my social network. That was a wonderful show. I’m so happy. Thanks so much for inviting us. -------- his smile was very infectious, grinning in the manner of a wildcat. That was the most he told me and nothing more. Neferin told us she had to go attend to her children. Ok, bye. We left. Lestat felt peckish in a sea of humans. Actually Louis didn’t want to walk by the crowded place, but to avoid the Vampire hunters, we decided to do that. Much to his dismay. Monday, September 10, 2007my birthday!JOLLY stuff now~!!! MY BIRTHDAY, 12 DECEMBER (forgot the year and everyone remembers me! Yoohoo) The weather was cool, little bit of snow. The ground was slightly white. But it was not a minus degree below something. Birds chirruped their song. Some of them look and scout for mates and food. In the day, I had chased some of them, for the fun of it, and looked for fish. I got Ron to cook it. That was the first thing I ate, am I proud I managed to hunt for my own. Yay! Bratp made it such a nice evening! I didn’t expect him to remember- he can’t even remember his anniversary or birthday. My friends planned stuff for me. A few days ago, both Ls felt that I should get spanking new clothing made. Lestat thought I always wore the same set of clothes over and over. Haha. Even Daniel and Louis agreed I ought to wear skirts, much to my chagrin! But I wanted tailored pants. That was what I told the people. (Over the past month or so, I hadn’t seen any sign of presents anywhere. Oh well, maybe not gonna get any. I don’t mind, just a dinner and a cake would be fine! Or if the vampires did anything, I certainly smelled no rat. ) There was a note: Hello cherie, we’ll take you out for dinner and movie today. Hope you’ll be home early! Stat and Lo I was concerned that Lestat would be exhausted. Yesterday, he had not come out of bed till 8pm. I regretted making him swear upon pain of death to be my slave. How do my pants look? The tailors made me my custom pants, brown, stitch patterns on a legging, sequins. Then matched with this was my wearable heels, together as a set. I looked at myself in the hall’s long mirror. “Wow! Sexy!” he boomed. I almost tripped. Stat laughed till tears squirted out. “When did you wake up? You can sleep in more,” I told him. “Never mind. I just went out. I’m healthy tonight ya know.” Tonight he was in a plain cotton shirt without the usual elaborate flair. “You are the star of the evening. I must look plain and… manly. Frills make me soft.” I smiled and thanked him for the bouquet he produced. Sweet fragrant blossoms. Um um! Louis waved timidly, totally in black that clung to his form. “Hello!” his hair was messed up, he had just woken up. “Happy birthday, Bianca,” they both said together. Louis turned a little red at his maker’s critical lookover. “Lo, get back in there.” “Why? I always…” “No I don’t mean that. You actually look like a funeral undertaker. At least put on something fancy, like blue, or orange. (pause) Ah yes! The orange tshirt you had!” Stat suggested, his fanged grin going up some more. My bro and me guffawed. Hey I don’t wanna-------- he grumbled. I agree with him, yea. Don’t send me off to the cemetery------ I said in a hurt tone. Sorry. Ok ok I’ll go change. “I wanna know something, would ya like to party till 3 in the morning? Coz I feel sad that I haven’t celebrated with you in the day. And I forgot you the other times,” he said regretfully. “ Part 2 could go on tomorrow.” I told him it was alright. I felt kind of tired as Chelsea and Kate had run me down. crazy shopping. Stat caressed my hair, resting one hand on my shoulder. “I look… okay?” I murmured. “Yes. Ravishing.” Louis came out with the orange tshirt and white slacks. He had cut his hair. Oh yea I had not realized that his hair was already short just now. His cheeks were suffused, human-like. You did that, for me?----- I whispered telepathically while Stat was combing his hair. Uh huh. You’re close to my daughter. And all of our kind love vanity--- Louis replied. We went out for a movie first, Mr and Mrs Smith. I loved the action plot. And the seats were way back and soft cushioned. Trust Lestat to know how to persuade the sellers to give those away, even though it was super packed. Next lineup: birthday dinner. A western dining place, I think it was Ritz Apple Strudel. “I shall treat. Order as much as you need, guys.” “Sure or not?” Marc said slyly. Unabashed, the normally stingy guy explained that his young uncle had just written him a will before his death. I marveled the old man could live so long. I had blueberry cheese chiffon apple pie after the 2 course meal. At this restaurant, if you take a 4 course meal you could be bloated. The portion is larger than a normal palate can take. How did they act? The vamps had cutlery, so they greased the plates when the waitress was not looking. Lestat nibbled on the peas, clinking his fork on the plate. Louis just scooped the soup over and over. My bro was ravenous, I let him eat more. On eating the ice-cream, I could not finish, a huge topping of chocolate nuts, vanilla and rocky road, Louis’mind yelped: gosh my teeth hurt. How can you stand such coldness! Aaah! “I think it’s nice, but, we’ll hafta go to the toilet later. My cramps will be bad,” Stat replied. He winced, had a green pallor. “Oh no sorry sorry. Want to go now?” I stood up. He smiled. “Not yet. Once I’ve emptied, I’ll be right as rain. ” I moaned at this imagery. Lestat chuckled. The four of us strolled for awhile, us letting our food digest. Louis’ hair regrew again, looking nice and brown. I noticed coz I walked behind him. Stat’s golden curls tumbled about with the wind. I had my thick fleece jacket to be warm. Yay! “Look, the stars! So clear tonight,” Louis shouted. We counted them out. Bro poked my shoulder. Lestat had run off. He came back when we browsed at some shops. Actually I wanted to get this rare classical collection cd for him. “How’re you feeling?” I enquired. Bratp rubbed his stomach. “A bit uncomfortable just now. Thanks. So, what’re you checking out?” “Just browsing.” Louis took him aside and whispered. Stat nodded a few times. It was almost eleven when we hit it home. Walked the rest of the way too, because the immortals want to feel their feet on the good earth. Lestat exclaimed, “Presents’time! excited? I’ll go take them now.” Very shiny flowery paper in rectangular forms. The first one was an address-writing book, fairies adorning the cover. The pages were waxed, crisp and sharp. I opened the front. On the for section, was inscribed: My dearest student-chic Bianca, Happy birthdayx3! I will always cherish your friendship. Thank you for overlooking my sins, and encouraging me on my search for meaning. May we always love each other too. Cherie, paramour, la plus plus elegance. – your ‘boyfriend’ Lestat So cheeky. I moved on to the next card. This one was a round one with a few balloons and ribbons. Dear Krystal, I don’t have any cute words to say. Wish you a happy& meaningful life ahead of you. can fill up this book with your own words. Maybe we’ll meet again, I promise, even if I go away, I will look for you again. –Louis pointe I smiled like a Cheshire. “I’ll treasure you all for eternity!” the second parcel was a set of new fiction stories by new authors, blue, green, white, yellow, gold. I flipped through some. “Hey when did you shop for them?” I asked slyly. Louis who was seated with a magazine looked innocently back. “I did. Remember, one of the days when you were out with us. I wanted alone time. that’s when I moved into the stores. These were on sale.” “I paid for them too. The other set, here, is mine. Hope you’ll like reading them. The woman recommended this for teenagers,” his love interjected. “ No pC games? Hahah, sorry.” At both their offended looks. |
