Krystal's Lost entries
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Monday, October 27, 2008Louis and Merrick his fledgeLestat kept calling for me with the Mind Gift, echoing and resonant. I was unable to resist even with a strong shield. Finally relenting, I went to his bedroom sulking. Time: 1 am. Because he’s a vampire, it’s his active hour! “Why keep shouting? It’s eerie hearing your voice in my head like ghosts! And it’s late.” I grouched, sitting at his request. His arm went behind me automatically. A sigh barely audible, exhausted but not quite. Lestat said, “I want to continue where I left off. Been looking through the papers and I’ve sorted them out now. did you know that Marie Antoinette was not French?” “No then where was she from?” “Austria. A princess with a sad fairy tale, and some historians think Germany. Austria Hungary had many countries including Germany at that time. she was just a pawn in the council.” Plus he added more imageries with his lively voice, allowing me to envision what happened during the time. It’s a film playing, and Lestat speaking as narrator. I did not understand how he could endure his agony with impunity. Louis knocked on the door. He said ok for him to come. “Stat you’re still awake? Try and sleep.” “I’m fine. Here it is, I’ll lay it out for you. this is a minor setback, I’m simply taking medication for seizures. There’re no painkillers. Ok, I lied—I went to the clinic the other night, to measure my pressure. It was so low. That’s why I fainted on the street. I guess it must have happened just now.” Moving slowly from his bed, I stood up and gazed down upon him. “I couldn’t wake you. the scent, yuck. I don’t want to come near until you get well. ” Lestat slid down onto the pillows, closed his eyes briefly. Louis exclaimed, “Smell? But I thought you can’t smell us, we don’t have body odours.” “You do! Coz you’re still people,” I reasoned factually. “I can’t explain it clearly, but it’s not as if you totally don’t. you also sweat blood. it’s not stinky. Our friend here, it’s a polluted river scent.” Lestat grunted and rolled over on his side. Facing me. “How could you! I can’t help myself. It’s worse if I’m all alone in this little world!” Forlorn and screeching. We almost covered our ears. His fledge hurriedly grabbed his right arm which was raised. Lestat let it fall and scowled handsomely. “Stop overreacting. I’m not gonna be violent. We don’t leave our principles behind as we transcend to immortals.” Let me explain, for people who don’t know Bratprince. He often mentions his need for salvation- vampire being a Hunter of blood, evil. However, this group of vampires aren’t the same as the normal undead. They want to be mortal again, so they try to hunt crime, eliminate cruelty, chains, despotism. The cycle of morality is balanced on their hinges. They are the heroes (anti), very exciting concept! What he means not leaving principles behind is that they are still bound to human rules- don’t kill wantonly rape murder etc. Kill when you have to. Bratprince coughed, shaking somewhat as he took the medicine and swallowed it. Louis stroked his forehead. “Feverish? Get some rest. We can continue tomorrow.” I excused myself and ran out. The scent was terrible, he was gravely ill for a vampire. Almost 3 decades old, Stat is still a young preternatural. Louis asked me to walk with him the next evening. I was surprised, he doesn’t usually wake at 6! “It’s because of the blood I shared. I didn’t tell you before. Actually when I made Merrick the witch into our kind, I died. I wanted to die and I saw only darkness, having set my coffin ablaze with the sunrise. They brought me back.” “Why tell me this now?” He smiled tenderly, almost to another Claudia. Don’t be sad. I didn’t mean to mention her name again, we promised not to. It’s alright. You and Ivan are now more important in our life. We are more than friends. I shared with her desires and thoughts, but often, had to withdraw from her intensity. It is safe to confide without any barriers with your people. Have I hurt you, Krystal? With my ignorance and coldness? Nope Louis. --- I responded, taking his hand. I thank you. um, could you speak with our lips now? coz it is creepy in the head like that. “Yes on Merrick, she was very coy. In fact David felt that she seduced me with witchcraft. You read about this didn’t you? She was almost-his-lover. He being a grandfather to her and guardian, did not matter. I asked Merrick to find Claudia again. I had to read her diary. My daughter no longer. Instead she was filled with rage and revenge on her condition. She said hurtful things, yet, I still insisted on seeing her. I was entranced, obsessed with our lives once more. After that, drunk on sensations beyond explanation, Merrick drank from me, I from her. She’s got the strong Mayfair clan’s blood. later they all donated blood to me as I had died and survived once more.” I nodded. “But your eyes aren’t azure. You’ve got upgrade, why’s there no change? Your skin ought to be whiter, hair thicker.” Louis laughed, reddening. It rang out as a bird would cry. “Our gifts don’t spread out evenly. Would you like me to have azure or violet eyes too? Won’t that make me out of place? Lestat and Quinn have to hide that feature and wear dark clothes.” I pressed my face to his coat. Smell good! We were the envy of other humans who didn’t know our true relationship. Louis has now opened himself more. Lestat’d be proud. Hehe. I always believed we can encourage, not have to force introverts to open when they’re not ready. Louis had been lost, yet his human nature prevailed more. Just then, Ivan leapt onto him as a serval and roared. Louis was strong enough to hold him back so he didn’t get knocked to the ground. “Hey! Where did you come from? I didn’t hear you coming.” Ooh, my surprise. What animal would you be?if you could choose… I also heard it and laughed. Louis! I prefer to be a snake or a swimming animal. Don’t want to be a dog. Stat will drool over me. His mood had altered and now he laughed so much. His tragedy had lifted. ********* Lestat (2nd night as the rest are out) He ached. Laid his head back and breathed deep. The pillows soft and consoling to his throbbing body. Shit the poison was returning, with a vengeance. He chuckled, what a cliché. How did they discover my condition? The clinic would inform more about this. The prince showed them the medicine consumed at the moment. They keyed it into the computers. He sat down to wait. Patients looking listless. Scanning them revealed their vulnerable spots, a woman with pregnancy but it would be stillborn, a boy with defects in his spine, man with injured bone. Lestat closed his eyes and begged it to stop. “Mister Lioncourt.” “Yes?” Normally he corrected their mistake to call him monsieur. Tonight he felt generous and jaded. So it was fine. Remaining on his feet was a challenge. His head swam. He clutched the counter. “You are a Nosferatu. Hmm, in this case, you have to make another appointment with Dr Jesse. She’ll explain everything to you.” “Merci madam.” The staff nurse came out from the counter and looked up at him. Not fear, pity. Lestat was very near to sorrow. She took his arm and gestured to the bench. “Mister, are you alone?” “Yea. My brother’s busy.” Feeding, he thought. And the kids were having some funfair till later. “Ask them to come along. Your blood count is low?” He nodded and waved her away. He bent down. Aah, better already. Back home, he was going to collapse onto the floor where the door closed. Head spinning, nauseous and fainting. Louis took hold of him. “Stat! Come sit down.” The kids were talking excitedly about the stuff they did. He smiled to reassure them. “Hey man,” ivan pressed his fuzzy head onto his chest. Stat stroked him. “Hello buddy. Now please. I wanna lie down.” Bianca took his wrist and measured. He had no pulse! Laughing hurt his chest. He coughed. “Now leave me alone guys.” Pull onto the sofa and finally no need to walk. ************ We could tell he had walked a long way. In such a terrible state. Darn why did Princie always do this? Forcing himself beyond endurance. Louis warned me not to say a word. The phone rang. “Hello?” Armand. What a cheery voice now. |
