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.