Sunday, January 13, 200856: My gift of True Past plus a Sweeping search…
I checked my alarm: it was set to go off at 5.45. It must have stopped when I hit the snooze again! I lay in awhile, then kicked my feet up. I am aerobically gifted by my slim legs and flying strength. Today was new, because I realized that I’ve got new talents after my latest evolution, the ability to visit a Past. Omaga had sent me a message that he’d meet me after school to discuss about how to control it. It is dangerous to slip into the Past when I walk across the busy street for example. I rolled out of bed, somersaulted out to get ready.
Wow, breakfast smelled delicious! Eggs and toast, with caramel coffee!
I was punctual for our meeting at the office. My stomach growled for more appetizing food. My sight noticed a submarine sandwich and an energy bar. Those were finished in a flash. Omaga apologized for being late. His white feathers sprouted from the top of his head, intelligent amber eyes connected with me…. I always had a respect for owls who can peek right into your soul. The last time Omaga had reprimanded me for not controlling my storm when I’d written the rune in.
“Tell me again how you visited Louis’ past. Please.”
I recounted as much accuracy as possible. Frankly, I was barely able to recall already.
The owl waited for what seemed like eternity, then whispered something to himself.
My heart hammered and I felt sticky and breathless. Oh no, couldn’t something be done about it?
Then he smiled warmly and extended a hand with many markings of seniority. His voice was lighter than his formality. “Bianca, thank you for coming in today. I will tell Juno and the others, we need to consult first. I’ll meet you again.”
That sounded very unassuring. “Does it mean this is dangerous? Last night, you told me that it hasn’t surfaced for decades! Why do you think it has chosen now, and me? What if I slip into a trance when I’m absorbed?”
Omaga rose in a flurry of soft robes. He took my face in his feathery hands. Yup, I didn’t mistakenly type that in, he had grown feathers on his human palms! My astonishment was also amazement. Like me… my neck bore three new red ones. “I will need to think about this some more and discuss with others who’ve experience. Don’t worry about it. Hold on to your reality. I also want to inform you about your reports.”
Oh no! This week the school would mail out copies to parents. One to my family here, and the other to mom and dad. They were gonna Kill me! Before my leave of absence to the islands, I had been so excited that I’d not studied for three tests. I got Ds I think!
You should have. I haven’t made a copy to your birth parents yet. But the mail will reach the Ls tonight. So you’d better be prepared---- he chuckled.
Omaga, this is not funny. Couldn’t you explain on my behalf? Lestat’s recent recovery and stress has been high. Please!
You only had one D and a C for maths. The rest are As. So there’s nothing to worry about. You can opt to take a simpler version of your D subject if you like and go for maths remedial.
Quinn’s tutoring me. I don’t have to stay back right?
Omaga flashed a neon green for annoyance. My child, you bother people! I know he is busy with college, how can you trouble him?
I triumphantly yelped------ Hahaha he can. Vampires are multi tasking people!
Solemnly he said he would find out about what he could of this visions gift and reply me properly the next time.
Had So much explaining to do. Sigh. One challenge after the other. I checked the mailbox, nope. It would really come in only night. Shit. I brought out my packed lunch and munched the roast beef, tomatoes, celery and apple. Dinner had been made by Flora our cook. She touched my head as she passed.
At 730, my friends would surely be awake. I listened outside Lestat’s door. Clicking and keytaps. Hmm, surfing the net? Not kidding.
Stat smiled, wheeling his chair to me. On the screen was classical music links to composer names. “Papillion! How’re you?”
“Fine,” I replied, kissing his cheek. “Um what’re you doing? You said you hate comps.”
“Looking at Chopin. No I like the internet. ” The blond wheeled back and clicked. “See, if I play this, the music comes. And I’ve found more interactive media. Next time lessons will improve. I love Chopin’s pieces. Ask me.” He bowed to me, sweeping gesture.
“Tell me.” I said in a dull tone.
“I like his soothing pieces. It’s too bad he died young. Why do you think they died?” now his expression was piercing and looked into my head. I felt nervous.
“Sorry.” Lestat’s pupils swiveled to a painting above me.
“Hmm tuberculosis? Coz they had not cure. Scarlet fever. So they died. All workaholics, sensei. Main reasons.”
“Yea.” He sounded so happy that he must not have opened the mail yet! “Krys. What’s wrong?”
I had to go now! I hugged him and rushed downstairs at the paper sound. Slip through the slot. Someone was already intercepting. “Hmm what is this? Report?” Louis murmured. How does he look? His dark hair flows over his shoulders smoothly, incandescent pupils catching the last of the sunlight, clad in grey and brown.
“Haha that’d be for me.”
Quirk of an eyebrow. “I want to see it.” Smile of cunning.
“Ok. Please don’t blow up.”
“You failed? How many?” Louis asked in his jesty tone, cutting it open with his long fingernail. It works like laser knives in their people.
“I didn’t fail. Um, but…” I trailed off. He will know all by scanning. Now he glared at me.
You’re done for! Why didn’t you study?! --- in his most angry voice.
Louis had to tell his maker of course. With standard procedure that we should be grounded and he should be stricter on us. Lestat just took that calmly. Only blinking. I had my placating sad eyes. Sorry sorry sorry.
The marquis turned to me. Well? Do you have any explanations?
No. I didn’t study very well. For maths, I attended everything. I dunno how and why…
Do you want to be grounded?
I want to take you out for some operas. And this Won’t work too well. We can’t control you in the day. I’d be sad without your companionship------- he replied with a straight face.
COOL! I’d Really like to go out for operas!! I shouted.
Yay! it’s set.
The accusing vampire was looking pissed, his hair messy and his eyes darkly circled.
Clearing of throat. “Stat, what’re you up to? No response at all. So disappointing. What’re we gonna tell Mr and Mrs Bratford?”
“Hmm, censor the Ds. Just the usual they’re cool and stuff. I still want to bring them out for education. It’s inconvenient to ground them, Lo. Let’s think of other ways.” He winked at me.
I tried not to smile, though it was difficult. Such an imp is Bratprince. Louis grumbled to himself. “I am not going to lie.”
Lestat stuck out his lower lip. “You’ve been lying to them that you’re human! Technically we would just be censoring. Bianca and Ivan’re good kids. They should be able to enjoy the classics and dramas. I want to cultivate their love for the arts.” I usually didn’t like being called a kid, but I was so overjoyed I was not being grounded! It is true , they’re older than time.
Louis internally went really crazy. (from his swishing purple auras) But he restrained himself and monotonously grumbled, “What do you suggest then?”
Stat regaled him with a withering look (remind him he's Boss) combined with a puppy gaze. He sat down and closed his eyes. “Well… I think doing the dishes and the trash is bad enough.”
Louis brightened and grinned ferally. He laughed wickedly.
I didn’t see that coming. “But I don’t Want to do them! It sucks!”
Stat touched my hand, his pupils very wide and blue. “You should. We don’t dine. Yet we’ve done those things for you, freely.”
I replied, “Not fair.”
Stat pulled me against him and rubbed my back. I relaxed, trying to rouse myself. Oooh, so sleepy. Can’t stay awake.
His fledge thought, “Ok I agree . You’d better study harder next time. You don’t have to get all As but try harder.”
I hugged my friends. Of course Louis hastened to say that he was quite angry with me. but I didn’t believe him at all. He was fighting a smile from breaking out.
My father does not let us vent our anger, but he vents his anger openly on us. If I shout at him I will be condemned, threatened. My mom would intervene. She hates any form of expressed rage. I fall between these two categories, I want justice but I don’t mind confrontation. Logical reasoning runs all things in this world. It’s useless to jump about swearing, nagging and all that, whatever for? Stat’s more passionate than logical. When I explain this to him, he will become annoyed. I’ll forget it, he cuts me slack and he belonged to the Renaissance era anyway! He has undisputedly good qualities.
Louis is willing to listen coolly and logically. It’s probably due to upbringing. His family never hollered at one another, so peaceful! I envy him that, his mortal life was blissful! “When my bro and cousin died, we mourned them. The only time I got depressed. ”
“Everything would become quiet? No one complaining?”
Louis patted the space beside him. I sat down, leaning against him. “No I don’t believe in rows.” He kissed the top of my head.
“I think your family was very nice. Did you miss them? Write letters?” I wanted to know.
“Yea. I suppose…” he trailed off, suffused with gentleness and reflection, sorrow and less stoic. After a while, he sighed. “Actually my parents worked in church. As a child, it had been my ambition to be a priest. I really wanted, I wish I could do that.”
I felt sad and it must have shown on my features. I tried not to cry. Louis now rested his green gaze upon me. Then wouldn’t be a vampire, forever locked in twilight…
But Louis’ rare mirth emanated from his normally jaded voice, “But I have no regrets meeting any of you! My boyfriend, David, Mona, Quinn, Armand, because I am immortal now. And even if it’s boring, I can tolerate the loneliness. It’s easier now.”
I rubbed the tears away. He crossed his legs. The owls hooting, breathing. Night crickets. My brother swore with some four letters. Spoiling the effect! Louis glared at the stairs directing a telepathic thought up. I thought he was admonishing him, then my bro bounced down in his cat form. Louis slid out a photo album.
“I’ve pictures of Gabrielle. They were taken by David’s men.”
What could this mean? Her back faced the camera all the time, blurred. My bro changed back. “Eh? Want us to help trace her too?”
“Oui, Marc. She was last seen in
“When was the last time you spoke?”Marc asked, focusing his mind. Once he gets details, he’ll persevere like hell until it gets done. Louis thought for a moment.
Louis said, “Last 2 years I think.”
“So recent,” I replied, closing my eyes. Trace on…
“Not that recent. Now it’s 2006. And I’m not certain. We discussed Egyptian theories of mummification and death. Theories that could be connected to how we began.” His voice was soft and lulling. It shaped the dreamy atmosphere for us to seek for Gabrielle. Very unclear, the Lioncourt family heritage of golden hair in a braid, or let loose. Tanned skin showed she’d sunned herself!
Wearing 17th to 18th C clothes, a hat and boots. In one photo, she did look directly at the camera, her face half frowning, but blue orbs dancing iridescent and unpredictable. Yet she masked by restraint. Cold powerful goddess of the earth. A Female version of Bratp.
Photos that are not digitally taken are very imprinting, you can go deep and touch the person. Louis Spoke Ok, I’ll try
We nodded and began. Let’s show you how it’s done. In normal scanning, you search the minds of people all around you and gauge roughly if they had seen or met target. But with the help of a photo, it’s much easier and specific. Scan for this person, then for people around her at that time. it involves time travel, to the time period where the photo took place. I found a pic of the tracker and focused on him too.
Headache. I pulled back, no luck. Too blurry. Louis’ eyes were blank, lips apart, sweat on his temples. My bro was panting a little. They can hold out? “Any luck?”
Louis rubbed his head and nose bridge. “Last time was a blurred image, in
“Don’t worry. We’ll try again.” And agreed not to tell Lestat. He is too kind to allow us to be exhausted on his behalf.
Friday, January 11, 2008part 2 Lestat and I
Nostalgia- how we became closer
His violin is very large, but you know that preternatural strength is immense. Anything can be managed. Of course this does not mean they are invincible. Lestat placed it inside his bedroom close to the curtains. I didn’t notice where it was kept, until he showed me. it was dry and comfortable, a small secret place opened by lightly pressing a button to loosen the panel.
He played me some pieces and talked briefly about his close brother Nicolas de Lenfent.
I never ceased to be amazed by the musician’s childlike disposition. He never sounded negative or like an old person. He easily dissolved into mirth or tears when he felt excited, saddened or met up with someone! He would ask me politely if crying blood frightened me.
“No it’s ok. I think you’re like a statue.”
His chuckle sometimes could become a real laughing fit if he failed to suppress them. “How nice! If only we could be brother and sister. You’d be my kiddie sis of course! Nice company.”
“What about your doggies?” Seriously and personally, I balk at dogs. They salivate, shed hairs and are smelly.
The marquis scowled. “Dogs Are man’s best friends! I agree with that. They’re not dirty, Bianca. I bathed my dogs every 3 days. Best pups in the litters. Other dogs might be, not mine!”
“Oh, sorry.” I tried to be truly sorry but I couldn’t.
Why can’t you agree with me? ------- internally he cried.
Lestat explained some more, “They were okay. Dogs’ve never betrayed me, or asked me to do things beyond my power. More human than beast.” He shot me a forgiving look. “Didn’t have a dog?”
I Recalled. Cats, hamsters, fish, some of whom expired when we moved house. I’ve given up on a concept of pet, just love myself. I am an animal.
“I see. They’re very good. Some save their owners though they’ve been abused. I hate cats,” Lestat confided.
I smiled. “Haha. We’re on opposite ends. For once. Say, got a snack? I’m famished again.”
He got up lithely. In the kitchen, he peeked inside the fridge. However he felt stumped by the food variety.
“Dumplings, octopus balls, spaghetti, pork buns, so many…. which one?”
“I want spag. Do you know how to cook?” I piped up, seating myself. The vampire took out the packet and examined it critically. Flipped to the back.
“Um… says 11 minutes. I regret that the answer is no. Can you cook? I learn fast. Next time?”
I took the packet and tore it open, measuring the amount I wanted. Emptied half, should be enough. Again, the gentleman simply stared in amazement but no comment on my appetite. I heated up the water in the saucepan, placed the strands in and waited. Once the water boiled, I stuffed them in to become soft. Next, I whipped up the sauce to match, nonspicy tomato ketchup, peppercorn, spices which were in the store. Will do. I hunted inside the fridge. Yes! Leftover chicken. Cool cool. When the whole thing was ready, I tipped my spaghetti steaming on a plate and the gravy on top.
TUCK IN! “Impressive. I’ll do it for you next time.” He said. Clapped.
I smiled. “Merci.” Slurped my noodles. Heaven.
“How is it?” Lestat sat beside me and looked at it curiously. “I think I choked when I ate this.”
“Try. The gravy.” I handed hima teaspoon. Now his pretense is very real, except he consumes only a tiny amount. When they lick, they do it like aliens, sniffing, lick of chops and swipe only the corner of the spoon.
“Good. Thanks.” He scooted off, asking me to enjoy.
Then I realized how hurt he must feel. How could I eat in front of him, my host? It must be tragic not to be human once more. Not forever…. I closed my eyes, focusing. There Lestat headed, whistling, his white shirt a bright glow. The lights were now brightened, but I didn’t mind the dim. I can see well.
Then he rose into the air, about 3cm off the floor, zoom to the hallway. If you look in you;ll mistaken this person for a ghost! Their abilities are like ghosts, but still flesh and can be pressed. I’m more afraid of ghosts. It’s the magic of the vampire gift.
Not all of them can fly and why, he didn’t disclose. He chose to change the subject. I just attributed it to his wish to maintain the mystery so I would keep coming.
Stat I’m sorry. So rude of me!
Why? What’s wrong?----- he tolled like a bell.
You can’t eat. I’m sorry. I like company when I’m having a meal. I hope you don’t mind.
No response. So I headed back to the kitchen where the food had cooled. I was down to half when my friend came in softly. “Hello.” He’d changed, his hair tied back, brown sweater and shorts. Placed a book on the table. “Accompany you.”
“What’re you doing?” it was lined with paper, some of which had writing.
“Writing a diary.”
“You keep one? Wow yea your book. Now you still do this?”
His smile was warm and a red film covered his pupils. Why so emotional? He blinked. “Oui because it’s therapeutic for my soul.”
The red film was the tears he wanted to weep. It alarmed me. I touched his hand, watching the words form. Squiggly. But I could read if I concentrated. I finished my food and washed the dishes. He was engrossed and didn’t say anymore.
“Stat. can I read that?” just a casual question.
Surprises. He answered yes. “Once I finish, go ahead. I love an audience.”
“Isn’t it err… confidential? Mushy,”
“No!”he yelped, then laughed, “ I’m not a romance writer. It’s about what I’ve done. You can understand me better. I’d like that.” His tone sincere and soft.
Why? What if I don’t want to?----- I jumped started.
He pretended not to hear this although I sure as hell, didn’t shield that. “So, any more food you’d like? I’ll ask the matron to order more.”
He didn’t look so good. I waited for a bit as Lestat finished two pages. “When’s your dinner? Or supper? You don’t look well.”
He sighed and stopped for a while, thinking. It must be terrible to see someone feasting and not be able to eat. I have not known anyone this disciplined. My friend asked me if I would be picked up tonight. He wanted to send me home.
“I doubt it. My parents work so much, they come back like, once every 3 to 4 months. Oh yea, I almost forgot. Tomorrow…” I dug my bagpack for my file and out came a flier. “There’s a movie screening. It’s some sort of arts fiesta. The entrance fee is cheap. Would you like to go with us?” Alex and his sister, my cousins had asked me.
Lestat’s face was remote, pallid and the large incandescent irises superimposing on me. I looked above to his forehead. Softly, “Sorry, I’m quite tiedup. Thank you anyway for inviting me.”
I didn’t mind. Hah, you Are busy with vampire business. Coz you didn’t bother and now it’s piling up right?
No! That’s rubbish. What do you mean?-------- he replied swiftly. Impish smile of his full red lips.
Oh, business. As in sucking blood, having affairs, meeting friends, I dunno. It’s ok.
I raised an eyebrow to look really cool saying that.
Lestat glared at me. I poised for an attack. His hand reached out, which I avoided. “I’m not a busy person. I like to daydream. How dare you insult me.”
“I didn’t mean it. Ok cya. I’m going to bed now.” I walked off, trying to remember which was my room. He had made up a spare room for me to stay.
I was lying in bed, placed two cucumbers on my eyelids to cool them. Couldn’t sleep yet. Sigh. I had to sleep! Was Lestat into action movies? No, didn’t seem like it. Too bad he couldn’t go for this one. It was by a French guy with a couple of Belgians. It was all action and mystery.
I flipped to the bookmark where Lestat was performing.
I started. Fair Warning, he’d called my name first. Knock. “Can I come in?”
“Yea.” I took off the cucumber slices. The slender guy stopped within inches of my bed.
“Maybe I can go later. I couldn’t cancel on my friends. I’d love to watch a movie with you sometime. Who’re you going with?” his tone was friendly and entertaining. He smiled which softened the cold resolve of the undead.
“My cousins. That’s cool.”
“Can I see the poster? Wow!” as soon as he picked it up, he looked much better. I think positivity also motivates a vampire like a human.
Carelessly I lapsed into mind telepathy… Hmm thought you’re more of an opera classics man. I just found out from TVL. You’re a stagie.
Good good, you’re catching up on me. what’s a stagie?
A person who’s into acting and opera. ------ I said slightly embarrassed.
Oh. Funny nickname. I’m not Just a stagie, cheriepie. I like modern things too, except steam trains, noisy machines and computers.
Suddenly he seemed to tense and clutched his stomach. His lips pulled back, revealing sharp canines. Glare of a beast. I moved back for the door. Doesn’t show the thirst expression often, it’s an anti climax of a Dracula film. This freaked me coz Lestat always fed before meeting me. plus, he never let people who saw his fangs live.
“Lestat. Are you… um.”
He closed his mouth, clenched his fists. The fit passed. He relaxed again, pained. “Excuse moi. Had a gastric. Have to go now.” I nodded. He flung open the windows and jumped.
I saw him running with blurring speed to the clearings and beyond.
Later it’d really be a case when he attempted to bite me.
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Friday, January 04, 2008#Appendix 3, first times with princie….
When I had just known my friend for just over 3 weeks, I talked a bit more. I asked him about his life. One of the openers I used was, “Why is your mind so open? You don’t block it naturally, unlike me.”
I was naturally fearful but Lestat de Lioncourt had given me his word he would be happy to listen to me. His face had been totally blank, then he smiled so large his fangs showed.
“I am liberal minded. Can’t shield it unless it’s invasive. Except if I’ve got a prejudice against someone! Why’s yours so closed?”
The marquis leaned back on the cushions, bouncing up and nodding acknowledgement. His gaze flickered to someone behind me. eh? There is someone here? She also had blue eyes. “Sir is it nice? Hope you’re much better.”
“Wonderful, mdm. Thank you! I hope your bloodbag is not too punctured. I chewed a bit.”
“It’s good. Um where is the bus-stop?” He directed her out, all the way. I detected his waves of questioning as he came back in. and my hearing is excellent, his footsteps are like a human’s. Lestat had this musical soundwave off him, classical and rock together. Now he’s switched that off since my feedback, modifying himself to be less conspicuous to other immortals.
Hey you had a transfusion? Why?----- I Spoke worriedly. Did they need to go to medical now?
Oh it’s nothing. I enquired for some blood and they gave it to me, for a small fee. Sometimes can’t sniff out any ruffians or gangsters sinful enough to my taste. I felt puckish. Where were we?
Your open telepathy and signals.
He gestured for me to take some refreshments. I drained the cup. “Let’s speak. It’s more comforting to hear voices, cherie. So, how did you find my bio?”
“Not bad ( he looked disappointed ) I’m only at the real beginning. I will carry on…. Is it true that Louis lied? I saw someone’s comment online.” I leaned back into the upholstery. Um , softer than mine. He had spanky furniture, all of them genuine leather or nice material dating back to the 18h century. It was quaint. Everytime I looked up from the other chairs, paintings would greet me.
He nodded vehemently. “Yes! Whining as usual---- I cannot lie. Just know that Louis’ a master of deception. The Dark Gifts aren’t merciful at all to us, the masters. Our children make life so miserable!”
I laughed. He sounded like a dad to lots of kids. In Made vampires, they’re all much older than that. Louis deceiving? I couldn’t wait to meet him. I could picture him as Brad Pitt, he ought to be more handsome than that. Catching these, my friend sulked.
“He, handsome? But I am more goodlooking and special than him!”
“Does he come visit?”
The blond sighed, uncrossing his legs “No. We kind of fought, haven’t seen him for 20 years.”
I nodded, don’t push it then. “Oh. Have you gone into sleep? Is it necessary?”
Now he laid a gilded chain with an old fashioned clock on the table. Wow, still so shiny! I stroked it carefully.
“Hehe, birds indeed love these. Go ahead and fiddle with it. Hmm, I’ve gone into long sleeps. Three actually.” He said, “And I thought I wouldn’t wake up again, but my people called me. If I had not met you, I would once more… ”
“I see. So cute. Some of them have pictures inside right?” I shook it close to my ear, but no sound came out. Dead.
Lestat asked me to let him take it. He turned the second hand, then the minute hand, and soon it moved. I grinned. Now he’d sat closer to me, just cm apart. I glanced at him.
I wish my children would be like you, curious and looking for answers. Giving me more chances… so wistful that I stopped and glanced at him. His face was dreamy again.
I’m glad. Chances for what?
Communication, that base word again. We always end up fighting so much and separating. Can’t discuss nicely.
Lestat, you’re Christian right? (he nodded, smiling again)Are all of you? Who was your great great elders?
I am and some friends. But we came from…
He shook, covering his face. Making a chortling sound, and red tears spurted out. Was he sad? He sniffed flicking them away. “Sorry… I always can’t stop. Our ancestors came from
I apologized, touching his face. The blood had dried and caked like makeup. His hand reached and pressed my hand softly. “Fine. I’m ok now,” he whispered. “Warm.”
“Do you believe this? In Egyptian?”
“Good question. Not really. I feel more comfortable with my Christian God. This myth seems unreal.”
So now I was getting a picture of their family, not breeding and festering. They were few and all individuals, fighting and bickering like families. Most became soloists, a few in covens scattered around. Some from Europe, also from
“Are you angry with me? please don’t be disgusted. Mortals usually are, and I’m still me. my character is still the same old. I like you.”
“No I was just calculating….” Told him my discovery. Almost correct, Lestat confirmed. He was both relieved and friendlier that I’d not run screaming from him. I was however disgusted that he had to kill. They starved yes, but killing is evil to me. I firmly believed so.
I never forgot his answer. It still remains fresh to this day… “I detested that too. But who else could? My brothers only knew how to talk, my dad blind, my mother sick. As myself now, I hate it too. How can anyone of you understand the turmoil and horror, absolute suffering to hear the voices of your victims? Yet my body commands me to be evil till the end of time. I struggle always and have tried to end it. But I will have pain if I don’t drink blood.”
My eyes were wet with sympathy. Lestat didn’t sound whiny or rambunctious. Nor like a nobleman. He was one of us, one of our kind. No words could adeptly express my pain at his anguish. Telepathy makes them 40 times more sensitive than us.
“Don’t go any further. I… am deeply sorry. I’d go mad if I were you.”
Hmm… “Lestat what if you could switch to human food?”
He gestured elegantly. “You’ve had gastric before? Yea it’d be something like that if I abstained from blood. I Can go without it for three months, the longest a year. That’s the very most of my limits.”
Ok. Lestat folded over the ruffs of lace on his sleeves. I felt a rush of tenderness to protect him. Why? I had no idea, save he may have put a spell on me. however we instinctively block against that so I dismiss that notion. I moved a little closer and covered his hand. Mine felt like ice and sweaty. Once I got the feel of his marble texture, which is so much like porcelain with metal, it was cool.
My friend glanced at me in amazement. Are you sure?
So is it reptilian? Or evil? My skin.
It’s special. I love the ruffles. Wish we still have that style. It’s in some of the malls, but I dunno what color to choose.
Lestat held me close, chin on my hair. Gentle as a sheep. Lion and the lamb he had written in that letter when he left me…. “Err. I’m suffocating.”
“Sorry. You need to be by yourself a lot.”
For a space we just looked at each other.