Krystal's Lost entries
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Thursday, December 25, 2008Merry xmas 2008Celebrating Christmas is a wonderful affair for me. All that food and snacks, plus mom and dad would get back from overseas. Bro and I had helped Aunt Rosemary prepare a feast and welcomed them back. Come night, nevertheless an impatient wait, I wanted to spend some time with my night- friends. Lestat hugged me as soon as I stepped through the door. “Louis is inside. Do you like roast pigeon? I wanted to buy turkey but it smelled bad.” “Yea! Louuuuie! ” Marcus called out to the other guy. I said okay. Marcus bolted into the kitchen. Their voices a murmur. Lestat bade me sit down. He had cut his hair (late last night, as I had still seen him with his old hairstyle) and looked fresh as a youth. Decked in a silvery collared shirt, and cobalt trousers that hugged his figure. Oh I forgot to describe what I was in: pink blouse with slight frills, vertical stripes and my best skirt that stopped at my ankles. Lestat bade me to sit down. There was a Christmas tree on the right side of the living room. It was very tall, streamed in silver and gold. Bells and fairies. “When did you put that up? I didn’t see it. ” “Two nights ago. You didn’t come for so long. Is it pretty? You can adjust it if you want to,” he replied. His voice was raspy. He picked up a glass of red fluid and drank. I wanted to ask if he had gotten an infection. But I said instead, “It’s real pretty, Lestat.” I used my camera phone to snap a pic of it. Then I went nearer to touch a gingerbread cookie. “You can have that. Louis is preparing food for you guys. Have you eaten dinner?” the vampire smoothly stood to my left, in a movement too fast for me to catch. That reassured me of his health. I nodded. But I got room for more. Stat, what of presents? Do we have? Chuckle. Of course! How could we neglect presents during yuletide? Two each for my dear kids. I laughed. But on my part I had not brought any with me, for the Ls. Since my folks got back, we had forgotten about our giving-gifts, only receiving. Shame sunk in me. Ivan, they bought gifts. We haven’t any to exchange. Being immortals, we just skipped it, hearing Louis’ practical reminder- we are too old for mortal rituals. Still the blond marquis loved mortal rituals! He cleared his throat, covering his mouth. “I’m sorry, man. We didn’t bring any.” He cupped my chin. His bright ethereal irises glittered. “No need. I understand. I have all that I want.” “No we do have gifts. I’ll go and come back.” Remembering a few books that Dad didn’t want anymore, pristine condition as books are his love. They would be perfect gifts. Lestat’s lips went straight. “So fast? Don’t go. Have a bite first. Ivan surely you won’t leave that quick?” His impatience became apparent and persistence too at hospitality. So we gave in and ate Louis’ grilled pigeon. Yea roasted is different but he had made it like a grill. Then caramel and vanilla icecream dolloped in wine glasses. “Wow thank you! They’re sumptious.” We ate everything clean. “Haha, I am glad they are ok. A useful outlet for watching Nigella specials.” “Louis no doubt a chef! I didn’t know,” Lestat teased. The raven-haired scholar laughed. Some sweat glistened on his brow. He said he had to change. Ivan pitied that they could not partake of our food, unable to drink or eat. Vampires only eat to entertain. The blond uncapped a large glass bottle and poured into his glass. “We have this le sang. Special gift from Pandora.” His voice sounded better, closer to the normal vibrant tenor. “What’s up with your throat? Sick?” I could not help asking. He explained gently that he had shouted too much into the mike from last night’s concert. They had one? Man, I would have attended! “You would sleep already. It was at 1. And my friends asked me suddenly to perform. I wasn’t the lead- he sounds better than me! ( grinned) bashed metal to a small night crowd. ” “I thought our voices should be preternaturally gifted too. Why do you have a sore throat?” Lo cut in. Fast to change. His was violet top and brown pants. In this light, they brought out his dark hair’s luster and handsome face. Lestat said, “Way too much yelling. That will cause trauma too. I feel the cells healing already. Don’t worry. Anyway, hope you will open your presents later. ” “Why not now?” Ivan said, jumping up. “I spent ages wrapping them. It’ll break my heart to see them shredded. Did you wrap them yourself?” Louis agreed with a eh bien. They were so sweet gentlemen. You couldn’t tell they were killers of thieves and wantons. “Are you full? Don’t forget the gingerbread cookies.”Louis handed us one each. “There are more hanging.” Lestat was definitely softer than ever. He turned on the Christmas music so he did not have to talk. Louis, is he tired? He is not himself. He is in there. yea maybe worn out from yesterday. You forgot the presents? I wanna go get them. I sat with Prince. We listened and hummed to jingle bells and so on. Although there is hardly snow on Freemandling, it is still lyrical and fitting for the Christmas mood. “Hey I want to go back to my house to take something. Will be right back.” Lestat frowned. But he didn’t say anything. I hugged him and rushed out. *********** I placed a few books into a giftbag so they would look good. “Kyrs why did you not prepare that for Lestat and Louis?” Mom chided. “Mom! It’s xmas. But I thought they wouldn’t-“ She shook her head. “More polite to get some gifts anyway. I want to come too.” “Mom! What if dad and uncle…” She insisted. So I returned to the Rue Royale with my mom plus gifts. By now, she realized that Louis is not human. That’s another tale how she could sense that. “Bonsoir! Felize navidad.” Lestat said, kissing her cheeks. She replied in French. My mom’s French is slower than native speakers, but not bad too. Was a translator between England and France once. It still comes in handy when she is talking to non English customers. He laughed taking the bag. “Thank you. Your gifts are here. Ms Bratford, you can collect them personally too.” Oh! He had actually shopped with my family in mind too. I almost cried but controlled myself. Lestat placed his present on the desk in the centre. “Hi Ms Bratford. Do you want a drink?” “No Louis. It’s ok. Merry Christmas.” We were kind of a family, gathered together for a night of peace and song, yuletide cheer. I’m not Christian, but I read on the meaning of Christmas- it’s when Jesus was born and he symbolizes the innocence and love for mankind. Lestat was telling us the story softly. At home , I could not help ripping at the wrapper. An exquisite earring set with a necklace of cats. And a book about animals. His note said: Dear Bianca, I could not find the game you mentioned. But you love animals don’t you? Always your friend: bratprince ps: Lovely bells on Christmas day! Bro got a magazine about soccer. Louis gave us each pens, of the same model but different colors. Merry Christmas/ felize navidad 2008! My Christmas special- ideal one if I could celebrate it with cute guys L and L! |
