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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?” “Since young.” 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… Not 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? Positive mate. 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.
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