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Thursday, April 24, 2008Chapter 59 another secret and a tiff“Louis I think Gabrielle attended Lestat’s performance too. I felt her!” I exclaimed. “What?” Louis flushed. He motioned for me to lower my voice. “C’mon in.” The door closed. He told me, “Armand also confirmed this. When we called him. I should’ve felt her too.” I nodded. “She smelled exactly like the photo you showed us.” “Smell?” the other was puzzled and touched my cheek. I explained to him, smelling a person was important for us Shapers. We can always sniff out a distinctive person, just like auras are all unique. That time that was the only way to find you among the crowds, Louis. Remember? Yes… I do now. He smiled. “If it’s really true, then I’ll be so happy. I like her.” I did not expect Bratprince to hear us, he’d been too tense to sleep and should not wake up now. My phone rang. I silenced it and picked it up. No he isn’t moving. Don’t worry.-------- my companion said. “Hey Bianca. Why didn’t you call me back?” the mellow voice spoke. It lent an image of a youth with amber eyes, skin and red hair. When you hear voices, especially if you know that person, he or she will materialize in your head. “Armand! Sorry I forgot to check. Anyway you saw Gabrielle?” “It’s fine. Yes but she left so quickly. Once it finished, she disappeared.” Louis could hear this perfectly. “So do we tell him yet?” “No,” Armand replied. “Not yet. I know Stat and his misery. It will not do to cause him such anxiety. Keep it a secret. I’m not sure if she herself wishes to make contact with us.” Archaic eh? I don’t think they really fit in with us. “Okay,” I said sadly. “Hmm. It’s easier if we confirm first. It may not be her, centuries since she came out from seclusion.” “But there’re blonds, not many of our race,” Lo added in. I held the phone to him. They spoke quietly below my frequency. The younger preter calmed down, becoming still again. Bro popped in.Yos, why’re you all here? Didn’t want to talk to Puppy? I told him the short of it. K I’ll distract if he wakes up. So far, very quiet. I took the phone back. “Armand, hi. Can you tell us if it’s her? I mean, when it’s ok.” He agreed. Before he hung up, he said, “Cherie, thank you for the scanning. Don’t overstrain your mind. So will you pick up at this number?” “Yea. Sorry. How about messaging me? Msn also. I check those.” “I want to talk. All right (laughing) I shall. Make sure you check.” “Kk. Bye.” We hung up. Lestat stirred and got up when we passed by. Quite a shock. “Guys. Hey.” He said sleepily in purple. I came in, careful not to be too near. He was so thirsty his veins all protruded. Lestat sat down again, pouting. “Lelio needs sleep and food. Dump the trash k?” We chuckled. Suddenly he’s using his stage name again! Good sign. Oui, from his love, but I called him stupid. The blondie shot me a death-glare. “What the- Hey! I already did it last week.” Annoyance clouded his generous features, the storm breaking. “Yea yea.” I brushed off. “Whatever.” His mood rose to a peak and fell but didn’t quite subside. Internally: I hate taking out dirty things, you don’t appreciate! I’m not gonna do anything, don’t care! “Krystal Bratford, it’s not my stuff but I still do it. Do you expect me to get up now?”
“Ok ok, I agreed. You happy now?” I ranted. Louis slapped his forehead. Don’t push it! We are unpredictable. Princie seemed about to explode. I could, coz I know how much to push. Too much was like the time when I accused Lestat of being a criminal rampantly slaughtering people like sheep. Prince slipped back into the soft bed. Languidly the vampire stretched his full frame, half lying down. I thought he had slept again, until he asked, “Do you want to have lessons? I’m free again.” I thought for a while. “Sure. But not Tuesday, I’ve got late tuition. Let’s have on Thursday and Friday.” “Won’t you feel tired if it’s continuous?” he murmured, golden locks tumbling onto the soft pillows. I felt the urge to stroke his hair from his brow and hug him. Had to discipline myself. He seemed to hear me, an irresistible smile tugged at his lips though a placid and blank face was more appropriate. “Nope. Gonna clear trash now. I hate it,” I moaned, dragging my feet to the stairs. Haha guys, don’t I get away with it? Evil laughter and humming. Louis said he was so worried I would be kicked in the ass. “The master shouldn’t be tested. I don’t want to see his sulkyness for the whole month again.” I shrugged, going to the heap of rubbish. So smelly! I tied it up and heaped it on the container. Tried to jam it in. It couldn’t. “I know. But Lestat loves me to bits, he won’t hit me.” Finally it sank in. “What about shouting matches? I hate that! I can’t even read in the peaceful silence.” I came back in, making sure to use lots of handwash liquid. That pungence was horrifying!! Louis stacked the last plate into the container. “It’s ok, chill.” He sighed and didn’t speak for some time. Then wrote a note to stick on the fridge. Oh, the expiry dates of all the food. “Hey, thanks for cooking and stuff. Um, you’re better than my mum. She only cooks but doesn’t clean.” He turned around, small smile. “Welcome. I’m happy to. We’re a family.” Without a hint of sadness or nostalgia for Claudia and the three of them during that time. I grinned. Why did I sound so emotional? I opened the fridge to get a slice of fruitcake. Quinn had sent it to us by ‘airmail’, because his housekeeper made them obsessively and insisted he eat more. Yea that guy was getting so thin! They don’t have to go on slimming programs, but becoming ragged can run to anorexia. Oh dear. |
