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Saturday, August 16, 2008Chap 66: Lestat- Wanting vive la parfaitFriday arrived. Heart pounding, Lestat leapt up from bed. His vision swam, a wave of nausea rose. He sank down again, forcing it under control. His respiration and heartbeat reduced. A moment later, the objects in the room did not have twins or triplets. Would it become bad? But there’s much to do, has to be parfait! I can’t faint. I won’t. The dizziness gone, there was still the nausea and shivering. Lestat rummaged among the numerous bottles. Time to clear them up and dispose of the empty ones, to reduce the suspicion. One label said: not to take when you drive. He shook a few out on his palm. Highly exhausting. But your symptoms aren’t too positive, Juno had said. A few dropped on the carpet. Lestat cursed. He balked at the taste of the painkillers as they slipped in together with a dash of water. It was early dusk so he lay back to rest. Half past five. The musician raised his head off the pillow. Good, he felt strong. Their rooms were empty though. Why? Bianca had called and said they’d be home. Then he noticed a flutter of paper. ‘Had to run for emergency. Sorry, may come back at 8.” Lestat felt crushed. His chest started hurting. Don’t be agitated, it’ll be fine. It will be. I’m okay. Took the paper and folded it carefully, which was his habit. He loved people’s notes and letters. Electronic typed words were cold. He sat down, checking to make sure corners were straightened, the screen was blank and things did not have a double image. She popped in first in the doorway. “Statie!” He turned, beam on his face. “Hello Bianca cheriepie!” She blushed as usual when he kissed her hand. “Our grandma didn’t choke too bad. The fishbone got stuck. At this age she still eats fish! We warned her but she didn’t bother,” Ivan added, bounding up. He ploughed into Lestat. The vampire laughed irrepressibly and hugged him. Thanks for your affection! “ Is she going to be okay? The wound will take some time to heal.” “She’ll be. Weren’t you listening?” Bianca answered, small hand hot on his back. She had a piercing quizzical expression. “We came back in 1 piece. You needn’t have worried. But only got one email from you. Why not more?” Lestat beamed, both arms cuddling his adopted children. Warm and consoling company. Everything will be fine. Didn’t say a word, filled with the love that they were back again. Hopefully no more leaving. Lestat suppressed the lump in his throat, the blood filling his head and eyes. “You should’ve put more in.” Ivan said insistently. Their probes entered his mind like a laser. He deflected them easily with images of being with others, in the band, movies, the library. “Sorry. Was caught up in the buzz of life, you know me. Always out doing something. What’s wrong?” Ivan frowned. “You. are different, Stat. something’s strange about your body. Your scent.” Did you shower? “Nope. I forgot to, in my excitement for today. I will right now. Ready for a movie? I can’t wait to catch one. Let’s see something light,” he blurted quickly. The children’s nostrils were flared. Could they smell the sickness in me? Or the heavy dosage of drugs? That was ten minutes. He struggled with the stupid comb for a while, unable to tame his massive curls, checked his blue silkshirt and the buttons in the mirror. Then he ran downstairs. They’d not scanned anymore. The food distracted them. The matron had outdone herself with the kuehs, yep that was the malay word for cake. She liked baking. Lestat suggested she use this talent to have a business in confectionary. Then the knowing stares and shielding of minds from his Gift. Can we ask something? “Fire away.” “Wanna borrow your diary. One? It’s not gonna take long,” the girl asked. He smiled with one fang. “Why?” “Um… to read. Don’t you want an audience? A comment or two. I haven’t had the time, but now exams are over. We can.” Ivan nodded. “Alright.” I can’t, she wants to know what’s happened. “But let’s go out for today. Planned everything already.” They exclaimed their surprise. You’re no planner, Bratprince! Laughter. His body held out easily during the journey to the mall and the movies. He allowed them to haggle and choose, finally deciding on an Owen Wilson, Ben stiller flick. A few times, Lestat drifted between fogginess, fatigue and consciousness. The drugs had kicked in to halt the onset of red pain. “ Guys, it’s early. Why don’t you buy some meal? I’ll wait.” Bianca felt his forehead. He touched her cheek. ********* Back to Bianca: I suspected something was up. Lestat behaving too cheerful. Although he did not appear wanly ill, it was unnatural. He was happy to see us after a month! I knew how attached he is to mortals. But the smell was different. Like some sort of sickness or virus. We wanted to see his diary. He wouldn’t want to bother us. Sometimes bratprince could be so unselfish it hurt me. the other time when he collapsed during his painting days… It’ll be good to read his thoughts on paper. I couldn’t fathom the endless stream of activities he’d channeled to us when we probed. Vampires easily do that like our kind, they can deflect and distract with things to confuse probing. Bought our food, popcorn and buns, we returned to our dear guardian. Cloaked in sexy cobalt blue, the light playing on his famous brilliant hair and skin, he was just exquisite. His goodlooking features always surprised and shocked me. meeting him took my breath away. Icy hand brushed on mine, as I sat beside him. “Enough? Let me know if you’re still hungry. My treat after, ” he said in concern. “Yea. Did you bring a jacket? It’s cold here. I’ll lend you mine.” “Thank you, no need. I’m warm enough.” But he wasn’t, he should’ve been warm to the touch. He seemed to be struggling to breathe properly, and there was a glaze over his alert violets. Similar to the absinthe effect. “I’ve already bathed. Hope my odour is better. If people faint, not my fault.” We shared a laugh. During the movie, I snuck glances at my mentor. Pale as a wraith from the darkness and occasional flashing on screen. A few times, he slept through. But I was reassured when I squeezed him a few times and he reciprocated. Are you tired? We can go early. No no. I was really awake-------- he said hastily. Then the credits came out, Bratprince had really fallen asleep. Even snored. I called him softly. Totally comatose.I shook him. The others flocked out, like it was nobody’s business. He was not moving, silent, heavy and cold to the touch. I ripped off my jacket and covered his chest. Ivan whispered in his ear. We resorted to shouting. I warmed his face with my hands, using the flame in me gently. Then he rose, disoriented. “It’s finished? I missed the ending.” “You are ill. Definitely.” My bro accused. Silently, we tugged Lestat out by his arms. He let himself be led. “What happened? You didn’t wake up!” I barely managed to refrain from shouting, when we were outside the theatre. He shushed me, compassion in his face. “Only at the end. Yes I was tired.” “Don’t scare me ever!” “Lestat, what’s wrong? You’re awake at night, it’s your moment.” Ivan said. Lestat was pained. He touched my head. “I’m fine. Let’s find you guys a bite. Then I can eat too, I’m starving.” Ordered drinks with food, seated with a tall glass. We ate first. After he said he was full from some selected Drinks, he pretended to drink from the glass. “Where’s Louis?” I asked. He shouldn’t be alone, man. Something’s wrong and I need to know why. “With Armand. He’s always been these days. Why, wanna see him so quickly? He’ll call when he’s ready.” Cheerfully Stat replied. His mind was clouded and foggy. I urged him to go lie down. Expected he refused. No it’s ok. I wanna be with you, it’s no fun to lie down. I prep some stuff about the Revolution, Louis XIV. I also found some letters from my family. You can look at them for a sample of the atmosphere of that time. (dunno how the paper still remained intact but they did). Wow, that’s a nice shop. “I have a new card in the phone. How to update you?” he asked. Ivan pressed the buttons. “You could’ve sent some um, short messages. I was checking all the time you know,” Lestat commented. He was sad we had forgotten him. “Didn’t have time?” “We didn’t forget. Got ya a few gifts.” His smile was instantly lifting. “Yay. So cute.” Some time in companionable silence while we browsed shops of watches and clothes. He suggested I try on some. I pressed him on the diary again. He said, “Why? I’m right here. Besides I didn’t update much. Last one was two months ago.” My blueberries tasted awful. “We can always have these conversations. I treasure every little moment. Love you!” he said innocently. |
