Krystal's Lost entries

Finale overture, Lestat and I

2009-02-26T23:52:00.000-08:00

Lestat had said he would meet me here tonight. It had been so long since we had seen each other! The Bratprince had held a concert with an alias name on his tour. When I saw the poster I knew it had to be Lestat. Those bright intelligent eyes and charismatic smile were unmistakeable.

I had changed and flown into his room. It had been just before dawn, so the vampire was asleep. He opened his eyes. I preened myself. He had not seemed to notice. I left a note with the hotel staff to tell him I wanted to meet.

"Hello! Ma cherie, you look so mature." His smooth voice said. I did not jump, my hearing had acutely sensed it now.

I grinned. "Hi, thank you. I thought you already forgot me."

"No I have a good memory, Krystal. Papiion."
My smile was broad. The wind played with our hair. He ordered me a meal saying he would pay. "Lestat, I knew it was you. Finally you're performing again with the piano."

"How did you find it? Hope I could entertain," Lestat said. He grinned, exposing his little canines just a bit.

We caught up. Louis was visiting some old friends but he would send me a postcard. I had not heard from the shy immortal. Sometimes I checked my email when I had time. I told him of my dreams, but I would like to be friends always. My unstable childhood would not have sufficed without the two vampires' company.

"Oh, Armand asked me to pass you this," I said, pulling out a velvet book.

The blond preter thanked me. He kept the book in his coat. I asked him for his phone number.
"I couldn't get through, you didn't open email again?"
Those times I had taught him so much and Lestat had forgotten? Man!

Bratprince chuckled impishly. "I forgot the password. Here is mine, sorry. I moved my lair as well." An address in Bourbon street. Oh he had stayed there in the past lifetime. "Ah yes, I figured Louis should find me there. Much easier to. Will you come?"

Vampire invitation. Lestat watched me but without lust or possessiveness. He had changed now, almost 3 centuries old... if I didn't forget. Quietly, he said it's all right. Don't hurry to answer. Now the concert is done, I may wander there. My favorite hangout you know.

I nodded. I wrote down my contact stuff on a notebook my friend carried. "Thank you! I'm so happy tonight. I hope you won't be too lonely. Sometimes I am."

Lestat nodded. His violet eyes shone. "It will be often, cherie. But you will always have a friend in Louis and I. Armand calls you? I read that." He sulked a little.

The boyish angel had called me. Haha but only recently. He wanted to see the art in my college.
I finished my meal. How I wished the night would stay forever.

"Krystal, you won't forget me? Mortals are wont to do that. They love only for a while..." he asked vulnerable again for that moment.

I opened my mouth to deny that, but decided not to. Instead I took his hand. I will try not to have amnesia. Besides i am a shapeshifter.

Still mortal. Don't be ridiculous.

We spent the night stargazing, enjoying the waterfront scenery.
"How is Rowan Mayfair?" I wanted to know. We had fixed them up together. One of my many tricks.

"She is good. But we cannot be together. She has decided not to join us after all. And I am quite happy for her decision." His voice was laced with loneliness. How could soulmates not be together? But Quinn and Mona still contacted Bratprince. They had controlled their powers more now, and their combined wealth helped needy children. Under anonymous names too. Quinn always chatted with me. That was one ravishing guy I had a crush on!

My tribute to vampires. They are so full of passion, that we should not be prejudiced against them.

Celtic elf names for them!

2009-01-24T19:04:00.000-08:00

Lestat = Nolofinwe Telemmaitë ( De Lioncourt)

Louis= Lenwe

David Talbot=Elrohir Calaelen

Bianca= Eámanë Melwasúl

Quinn Blackwood=Círdan Melwasúl

Gabrielle= Finduilas Telemmaitë

got these from the elvish name generator
http://www.chriswetherell.com/elf/

Merry xmas 2008

2008-12-25T13:00:00.000-08:00

Celebrating 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!

Masquerade party continued from adventures...

2008-12-10T02:37:00.000-08:00

Masquerade party- continued from Adventures of Quinn and I !!

We made it look like the two of them were inviting one another to the fancy dress masquerade coming up in November. It was something like a belated Halloween party open to all night folk. Organized by some rich tycoon. I knew Lestat would love it!

However, upon receiving Rowan’s ‘letter’ which Quinn had forged, he looked troubled.
“What’s the matter? Why the face?” Lo enquired politely.

Oh no! He doesn’t buy it!----- I yelled in his mind. Louis winced.

Lestat stared at the envelope very long without speaking. Finally he mused, “Suddenly she wants to go to a party? That’s not her style. She didn't reply for so long.”

Tell him that she did. She misplaced it.------ I said.
Louis related this. Stat’s face cleared of doubt but he just put it aside. Usually any letters from friends will be brought to his desk immediately. They have such priority.

He seemed to be dreaming and his mind was occupied.

“Aren’t you excited by the prospect? Free drinks, costumes which you can rent, if you don’t have them, mixing with people,” Louis added.

Lestat replied tersely, “I dunno, that was last century. Maybe I’ll be busy or unwell that night. She will have to go with Michael.” I didn’t understand so I msned Q.

Q: that’s Michael her husband. Why?

Me: Stat said he doesn’t want to go. What to do?

Q: I’ve convinced her he will be there. ask him come to computer. Lemme talk to him.

I called Bratp, “Yo! He wants to talk to ya. Sit down!” I vacated my seat for him. The blond vampire shook his head.

“Please.”

"Another time. See ya."
He’d started on the piano. An allegro piece that was heartwrenching. “Nah Later. Why so excited cherie? I’m composing something, don’t interrupt me.” No! this was terrible. My plan was gonna flip.

“Bratp, can I talk to you?” I asked.
“What about?” Hopefully he was listening. I was going into favorite topic- about my kind.

“You want to know why we can change shape? I was telling Quinn all about it. He is very excited.”
Louis shot me a very shocked look. That is not in the plan! I don’t understand. I can’t do impromptu.

The music stopped. Lestat got up and scribbled on a blank sheet of musical lines. “Hmm. True. But. Why talk to me now?”

Because! Ignoring Louis' plead that he couldn't do impromptu planning, I bugged the prince some more. I loved bugging him to his limit.

“Why don’t you open Rowan’s letter?” I asked after awhile.

“No hurry, besides wanna get this down. I got inspiration!” he exclaimed, smiling. He kissed my forehead and danced to his own internal music. Snapped his fingers and scribbled more notes.
Louis brought him an aphrodisiac drink. It’s a vampire cocktail. Marius recommended it if Stat became moody and uncooperative. It happened before on full moon nights. The blond glanced at it and sipped. It looks like normal blood. Hopefully he’s too caught up to notice the difference. “Mon ange. I am sure she said something positive this time. Go read it. Oh yes remember the masquerade we talked about last time? I want to attend it.”

His maker sat down, frowning. He was thinking about the music he was composing.
“Really? I thought you don’t like socializing. That is my specialty.”

Louis grinned hugging him close. “Yes! I missed out on so much.”

I crossed my fingers, while pretending to skim a historical book on musicians. Lestat didn’t speak for a long time. “It’s going to be fun. And maybe your friends will be there.”

“I know,” he said, looking up. The greys apparent in the light. “When is it? I may have something on.”

Man! I knocked my head on the wall behind me. No jump to correct this. Quinn, Stat said he might be busy.

We cannot force him to go… ask him to chat with me.
I wanted to force him. Though it wasn’t physically possible. Something so close and yet I cannot realize it is very frustrating!

*******

He had given noncommittal replies we’ll see and I dunno. On the week before it, Stat asked where the letter was. “Which day is it?”

“Day after your special day, the 8th November,”

“Ain’t it cool?”

Lestat smiled and chuckled reading her letter. Good sign. He said he could not be a gentleman and not turn up.

As soon as we hit the party, Lestat went off to do a little Drink. So I rendevous with Quinn and Rowan. She was in fairy blue, her mask amber. Quinn said, “He’s inside. Go on.” Quinn wore black silk, slicked back his bangs. His shades were tinted so I could not see his eyes clearly. But the smile was warm and sincere. We shook hands.

Thumbs up! “Yes our fruit is at hand. It works!”

Lestat hadn’t wanted to dress up- uncharacteristic of his playful nature. He turned up as a white gentleman in modern jacket. Tonight the light reflected his golden mop as white gold. He watched people playing Russian roulette impassively. Rowan crossed the large hall on high heels. Elegant piano music played. Spontaneously, couples held hands and began their waltz. Lestat’s face animated when he saw his soulmate. Louis stood at the other exit.

Are you jealous, Louis?

No, of course not. I knew my maker needed a woman. Who would fit the bill besides her, the leader of the witches?

Quinn nodded.------- I uncovered his secret when he was with us. Not that it was conspicuous. Still I’m euphoric on their behalf. This meeting needed to be!
Rowan’s back faced me. Lestat blinked quickly. He walked forth and held out his arms. Then his lips moved. Oh he was inviting her to dance too! They blended in with other couples. The room darkened, I could not see them.

Am I glad we persuaded him to come! He’s so happy. We only met up two hours later. Rowan laughed at something our friend said. Her face was misted with perspiration. She held girlishly to his arm. Lestat shot us a glare when she turned to the left to get a snack.

Why is he mad?------ I popped.

Louis and I smiled in response. He said----- Maybe he found out that they didn’t write the letters at all. Otherwise why would he scowl? Never mind.

Lestat repressed his ire and smiled charmingly at his girlfriend. They leaned close for a kiss. After a while, he Thought—I want a conference later guys. I certainly did not write a letter like that.

********
Lucky Q left the scene. We definitely said no we didn’t know. Rowan was holding her copy of Lestat’s ‘letter’ of invitation. “I did not recall writing this. And this is a joke, my L is always larger and curlier than the other hanging letters. Who forged this?” he asked, voice level.

I tried to analyse if he was totally furious and shaking with uncontrollable rage. Nope.
“It’s alright. They just wanted us to meet up and talk. I understand completely. Mine was done by Quinn.”

“Little bro! My god, he’s getting into mischief isn’t he?”

Louis explained everything. It had been in motion since two months before. “Since we could not get you to agree it was the only solution.”

Lestat laughed, crossing his arms. “I’m trying to be angry as I should. But hafta confess, I knew nothing till tonight. Who masterminded this? You?” Blue eyes leveled at me.

“Hey. No no we didn’t. We worked as a team. It is a brill plan.” Rowan giggled, her face flushing. She winked at me you meant well and asked him to go with her to show her around. “Lo it isn’t the end is it?”

“Lucky if it was. Not likely. I managed to do it yet it was not good enough. I knew we should not have.”

“Don’t! I loved it. And we will get closer as this passes over. Bad things always finish quickly.”

Stat had his fiercest face on, while we explained the events at home to him. “ You gave up so early! When I said no, you just gave up and didn’t call me again? So dishonest. Louis you are and always will be my favorite. Yet you always look at my stuff but dunno how to forge? ”

“Please teach me. I am humbly in your service.”

He growled. “I feel betrayed by my family! This is the fifth or sixth lifetime already. Bianca.”
“Sorree. I had to. You are soulmates, I got that message when you confided in us.”

Tragic melt in his hard marble. “I was afraid that she would- ask me to grant her my gift. This is why I don’t want to see her again. (returning to us, Lestat smiled) you had to accelerate the process huh? My heart would give up if she did.”
He pinched my ear. I yelped and scrabbled to escape. “Then don’t.”

“You think it’s so simple? Our song in each other, our common dreams. I gave her up so I would not be selfish. How much more could I take if she rejects me when she becomes my fledgling? As Mona has illustrated, a witch with our gifts is more volatile.”

“I am glad we could discuss this so frankly now,” I declared, hugging him. He froze, then stroked my back. Held me at arms’length. “Thank you.”

He bared his fangs. I felt a surge of fear.

68: Avoidance and banter

2008-11-18T02:51:00.000-08:00

“Oh yeah that will be majority of my effort again,” Stat remarked, grinning. He’s referring to a new jigsaw puzzle that I had just brought in today. I estimated that it would be larger than the glass table in the living room.

“No the other times I wanted to help. But you finished it all by yourself!” I argued. But in good nature banter.

Suddenly the box was whisked from my grasp. “Oi!”

“You always win gal- a prairie house! Sweet. I think it should be all right. If not I can put a board. Should’ve got those somewhere…” I allowed my friend to plan out. He always makes himself leader in the house. It gives him security I suppose. An image of a male lion standing on top of a cliff jumped to mind. I chuckled.

Our walls are bursting with paintings and completed jigsaws. Usually we would have music lessons together, yet tonight Bratprince said his mind was exhausted. Acting his naughty-boy self.

I had done some revision on eighths and twelfth notes. “Why not a twelfth note? It’s the same.”

He pressed a thumb to his temple. I don’t know. I’ll tell you another time. Want to start on the jigsaw?

But I’m keen to start today yet you don’t want- you want me to be a musician or not?

Shh, look at that. Isn’t it a robin? Or a thrush?

Lestat-

Medical appointment with Dr Jesse. Had turned up just on time as he could not endure the waiting room. Seated on the white couch, he felt intimidated by the size of the syringe. Had to turn down Chelsea’s telepathic reply.

“Hey do I really have to go under the knife?”

The woman was shorter than he was. Brown hair, amber eyes with spectacles, heart shaped face. Icy aura not radiating anything. Her mind was blocked to scanning.

“No relax. Where is the softest part of your body?” Jesse said.

Whenever he felt nervous, chattering incessantly would result. Lestat could not resist speaking to this amazing woman who reminded him of his soulmate Rowan…

“Be careful not to spill any blood on yourself. It’s special, may be bitter.”

Dr Jesse frowned and swiped alcohol on his white wrist. The vein looked drained and thirsty. She was focusing so much that he could not elicit a reply. The point went in.

God, it burned when it penetrated halfway.

Next best thing- seduction.

“How do you work with our kind? Don’t I make you swoon? It’s ok if you feel faint.”

Jesse just said dryly, without eye contact, “This helps you sleep. I’m trying this dosage first, but I’m not sure of the full effects. Tell me if you’re feeling sick ok? Then I can gauge what kind of drug to give you Lestat. May I look at your diary?”

That was the first time she addressed him directly, but even then she just glanced briefly at his face and busied herself wiping her hand on a cloth.

“Sure.” Not sleepy yet, he reached under his coat. A necessary record of his fluctuating health. First time he had an issue, as had began when he did not take precautions and got shot by Hunters.

She explained more on O and A bloodtypes, dnas, complicated platelets and stuff. One tube contained human blood. The twinge in his arm numbed, woozy. Lestat’s vision narrowed, darker and darker. He let it embrace him completely.

Before total sleep took over, David, Derrick, Marius and his friends all tried to stop him from losing touch.

Don’t try to run. We’ll meet you there----Amadeo commanded.

I won’t. Too drowsy, see you downstairs, I’m coming. ---- he answered bristling. Damn he’s no longer coven leader!

The bandage done, his left wrist looked as if a mummy had done some colorful work. Vague ache throbbed. The room moved when he stood up. After a few minutes, it stabilized and Lestat headed for the elevators. Halfway there, the doctor offered to walk with him.

“I’m not shocked that you have recovered completely. Leave the bandage there till tomorrow. Your wrist swelled. Allergic reaction to the needle.”

“Yes I understand, Dr,” he said cheerily. She smiled, melting the ice around her.

“Are you afraid of me?”

Jesse’s amber pupils widened. Her tone betrayed that detection, “No. I prefer to work with my patients objectively.”

Lestat nodded. “Oui. Pardon my intrusion and excessive chatter. I wanted to distract myself since you didn’t.” He nodded to let her enter the elevator first. She pressed 1.

“What time do you knock off?” he turned to face her.

She stared pointedly at his curls and how reflective his nails were. Flash to more instructions to give. Lestat basked in the attention, grinning. She was gutsy.

“Now. You are my last patient. This time, I won’t prescribe any more drugs for you. The shot was to stabilize your bloodcount. Remember to come again next month.”

“Ok. Want to go out for dinner sometime, Jesse?” he asked cordially.

Why? I don’t know I may not have the time. Usually I work till 9.----- she said.

But she agreed to leave her cell number. Lestat wanted to touch her lips and her cold cheeks to thank her directly for her kindness. He had freaked inside the room. Unlike Louis he wasn’t claustrophobic but phobic of hospitals.

The lift touched down. Jesse hurried out and turned right immediately. He Sent a thank you mentally.

At the lobby full of plants. His favorite child of the millennia stood impassive waiting for him. Louis would not openly display his emotions, quite the opposite of himself.

And old friend Amadeo had come with his car.

The girls immediately jumped on him. Chelsea silent and restrained. “I’m sorry. I didn’t tell you I would be here today. How about next week?”

She nodded,moving behind Armand. He didn’t like the way Armand propelled him to the carpark. “Where’s the chic? She’s hot.”

“Ha, shy. She left already. Lucky I got her contact. We’ll go for dinner one day.”

Krys laughed. Lestat glanced at the werewolf. Her reticence- Must have felt rejection. She did not want to talk.

******

Second night, I felt the urge to talk with Bratp. Why had he refused to explain the music stuff to me? His emphasis was on meaningful time spent to groom me. Had he forgotten his goal?

He said no, too busy in the Transfusion room with Louis and Armand. Three-way granting of the Blood, le sang.

Hmm what time you sleeping? Occupe now. Flash of violet aura, stimulant.

Gonna sleep 12. Please come soon.---- I pressed.

Ok ok.

Louis---- aww, too short a time. I apologized.

Meanwhile I chatted with Quinn on msn for awhile.

Q: hope my family doesn find out my true self. They think I’m good. Want it stay that way.

Elfin: yea. Better. U r seeker of good.

Q: yes.

Elfin: cant believe my dad moved my things! So mad at him!

My friend knocked the door, let himself in and tousled my hair. “What is it? I was thirsty and could not find any victims.” I touched his bandage.

“Hurting?”

It was. Better now. What did you want to say?

I looked up at him, tenderness pouring out of me. I want you to be safe, worried sick. When you blacked out, everything ceased. All of us felt the cutoff!

His hand cupped my chin. The violets dancing in the dim light. I’m here and kicking aren’t I? A much heavier dosage. Man! Do you know I missed the opera ! I wanted to wake up earlier

Huh, why?

“Merde! Should’ve gone for it on Sunday but it was finishing.”

I smiled at his heated passion. “It’ll come back again.”

Then he considered something. “Was Chelsea mad at me? I was sorry for keeping her waiting. I totally forgot coz of the appointment.” He was so scared that the memory failed.

“She won’t be unforgiving. Last time I hurt her feelings deeply but she forgot them. Take her out.”

Lestat relaxed visibly. He reclined on the chair. “You need to tell me something?”

“yes. The vampire killings are on the rise. I feel so afraid for you guys. My visions were nightmarish. Please be careful.”

He said he would and hugged me close. I had almost burst into tears but now did not. they would be ok, Armand would protect them. And all was in control. He was going to listen to me. My parents had been urging us to move house again. Dad wanted us near them for college. I didn’t want to go.

“I shouldn’t worry you now. You’re not well.”

My friend took my hand. “I am fine. We’ll talk to Mr Bratford, I can’t bear you children to go. It makes my home worth coming back to when you’re here.” A catch in his voice, ruby tears. He repressed himself.

“Love ya!”

“Night. If you’re scared let us know. They’re only possibilities of things happening, M said.

***********

I didn’t know how the talk went. I guess they worked on it. Since our little talk, Stat came in more often. He had prepared supper himself, bottle of wine and a sandwich for me. huh I didn’t drink.

“The bottle’s mine. Try that. It’s special peanut butter.” He set down the tray. I bit into it.

“Um, how special?”

“I made it for you. What do you want tomorrow? I’m your servant, loyal and true.”

Then the phone rang. Lestat said Quinn and then they chatted. I saw a note under the bottle.

Louis: you talk tonight, but tomorrow let’s have some fun together. I’m bored with reading and sleeping early. Jealous of attention.

Roger- I said.

“- haha really? Me too. I want to get it over with. Miss ya. Ok I will go online. Promise. Come visit would be nice. But don’t need to bring cakes anymore. Will gain weight. Louis buys blackforrest every week. Bye take care!”

Louis and Merrick his fledge

2008-10-27T03:07:00.000-07:00

Lestat 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.

Chapter 67

2008-09-17T05:43:00.000-07:00

That’s our secret! How could you? ----- Ivan yelled in my head when I gently and tactfully told sensei chan that we had been trying to scan worldwide for his mother.

Yes but he is asking why I’m zoning out! It’s alright, he won’t mind. I can feel his anxiety lowering. That is better for his health too. Can you try to find a loophole in there so we can find out why we pick up this weakening scent? Have to search out what he is concealing from us!

Lestat was eyeing us suspiciously yet masking his face with a blank gaze. Harmless completely. I wanted to hit my bro. my face flushed hot.

Then the vampire poured a glass of water.

The ice clinked. He set it in front of me. “Cool down. You handle your anger like my Fire. Drink.”

I thanked him. Ivan smiled smugly.

“I was thinking… have you asked anyone older to interprete these visions, cherie? If it’s always disrupting your thoughts, it may make you distressed.” The gentleman spoke softly.

“Yes. I’ve told them. Omega and Sera think I’m a Talent. I don’t want it, this curse. It haunts me.” I replied to the cross on his throat. If I had direct eye contact I would burst. And never look into those windows for fear you will leak out your own secrets.

I had to guard mine.

The gift of True past chilled my very heart. I would rather not have this. Will anything happen to them? To my friends? What do they all mean?

Bianca is there any way I can help? Lestat asked again, My elders have divining power. They can help you. More experience than I have.

But I---

I see. You’re not alone. Rest assured I will be there too.

Then he rose and left us. Saying he needed to get some shopping done. Most likely it was because he didn’t want us to stop him from buying stuff. He loved to splurge.

“You suspect he’s ill? Then why don’t you talk it out?” bro shouted.

“Forget it. It’s been so hard keeping it to myself, my gift. You need to help me here. Don’t you love him too? But he can be so obstinate!” I said indignantly.

“Ok. Go with your plan.”

20 minutes later, the crowds parted as the immortal weaved past. Lestat waved, coming over. He was breathless. “Sorry to have kept you. I got hungry too.”

Sweat shimmered on his brow. He coughed.

“Let’s sit down.” I took his arm.

“Wanna show you something, no time. C’mon the shops will close soon. Please, let’s go now!”

No one could resist such a strong persuasion from beloved princie. We dutifully followed him as he exclaimed at cute things, gentlemen’s textiles, quaint furniture, collectibles and Tissot watches. While he was testing a Tissot, I racked my mind on how to get him to sit down. His labored respiration worried me.

I feigned a yawn. It worked! Lestat hailed a cab. We left exactly at midnight, 5 straight hours of mall action. “Retail therapy. Didn‎‎’t you do that when we were not in?”

The blond paused to check his phone. “I was bored alone. I like people to be with me like just now! We had such a great time. Thank you!”

I took his hand, trying to probe. No success. He smiled and leaned back, admiring the lights. It wouldn’t do to insist or press him. Vampire moods. I had to get hold of the diary!

Next day his yellow book on my table with a note: hi you were asking. Was not in a mood to do so much, sketchy at most… tomorrow night I will be covering the French Revolutions. See ya! Thanks for accompanying moi, Stat with love!

Tues

Boring. Nothing to do today except see salamanders crawling and sleeping. They are so dormant. Danny had them all in his tank. Then I slept and painted. The picture turned out so ugly I tore it up.

Wed

Not much, tired. Didn’t feed well. Need to go. Too lazy. So M asked me along but I said no.

Fri

Surfed web for info about vampires. Lots of my kind, dunno if they are real. (no indication of fatigue at all. But I’d sensed it.) bought gifts for us. Haha can’t remember birthdays. Want to prepare myself.

Sun watched anime yesterday and today. People do so much killing! Unbelievable. Sickening enough already. Hope for some child’s content. I think Disney has. D asked me to join band. Yay will go on next Fri!

Day 7

No one miss me. Tragic. I didn’t get any emails or sms at all. I know how to check my phone.

Day 8

Something came up. Had a long hot shower. Louis said wanted to go to this festival.

I obliged as I dunno what else to do. Quiet and dramatic people. He bought a set of new pens and other stationery. I like the wraps. Looking under my bed uncovered secrets. A bottle and my hat. Thought I lost him.

Day 12

Wrote some letters to people. Friends mostly. The music is very weird. Need to tweak some notes. B doesn’t sound right on the first try. M made me go for a meeting. Very important she said so I went.

I’m back. Nothing productive. I won‎‎’t follow rules. Too much trouble! If only people don’t trouble me with their problems. I hate solving all their problems for them.

****

I didn’t gain much from this little information. It was not a good sign- the Bratprince loves venting and thinking out on paper. Always been an advocator for passion, Lestat didn’t summarize his experiences, he made them dramatic, animated and fun.

I went for a quick dip and stretched out my limbs in the cool water.

In his bedroom I had come across a pill. I told my clinic’s medical personnel to check it out. The nurse said, “Looks old. I will ask Dr. Manns to conduct some tests. Come back again two days.”

Nightfall. It didn’t come fast enough for me. I had made sure I got some shuteye in the lazy evening at my house. Bro was also with me and a few cousins. But they were going out camping.

My friends weren’t in. I could tell by the scent.

I Sent- Lestat! Hey.

After some time he Replied- yo! What is it? I am coming. How was my diary, interesting?

Disappointing. Where’s the storytelling,the images and vivacity?

His laughter swirled the kaleidoscope of music and colors in my mind. It also tickled.

I wondered—why didn’t you say more?

All there.

Louis popped in at this moment, saying hi. I smiled and accepted his hug.

Um, where did you sleep?

That’s secret. I visited old friends. We didn’t know time flew so fast so I stayed over.

20 minutes later, he stepped in, flung off his coat. The golden hair was dishevelled. The heavy pain in his body felt much worse than last time. I froze to my spot.

The French Revolution. “If only I’d been there, I could have saved them. But we were so far away then, in Africa. Bianca, what do you know of that tumultous period?” the glaze fell away from his stoic face. The voice softened. Lestat sat up against his chair. The action constricted his heart. I almost swooned from the telepathic pain we mutually shared.

Tears rose.

He didn’t stop speaking, ignoring the sensation. Louis had no indication of noticing. I asked him mentally to get one pillow. “Lie down,” he told Lestat.

Just as his mother had controlled herself, he also resembled her in this aspect. Suddenly, my best friend fell back, one hand clawing at the centre of his chest. Legs kicked.

He fought to breathe, head raised slightly. Louis cradled his head, whispering something. I sobbed. His hand flailed for support. Then he went still and passed out.

Louis laid him on the pillow and left him alone to rest. Slight sweat matted his pale forehead. I said thickly,“Did you know?”

“Yes. But he didn’t tell me directly, I found out from Armand… he said he wants to spend time with us.” Everything else was unspoken, he was fretting, he wanted to cry, but he couldn’t make it come.

Disbelief and confusion on Bratprince. He sat up, pushing aside the comforter. For a while, he simply tried to clear his mind. His voice was husky. “What happened? Why am I on the floor?”

Realisation… he explained, “My blood pressure dropped, that’s why I collapsed. I’m fine now.”

“Were you planning to carry on like this?” we demanded.

“No! You don’t understand. I’ve prepared myself. Don’t panic.” His voice however was quaking. I rubbed my eyes. “Don’t be like that. Louis. Please don’t fall apart now.”

His fledge rubbed his shoulders. “I won’t. Come on, can you stand?”

“Yep.” Bratp rose. His knees held as he walked to a chair. I couldn’t control my tumultuous emotions.

“Bianca, sit here. Where was I?” he asked, turning to the desk and flipping his papers.

I refused. Louis motioned-stop it, just do as he requests.

Stat seemed about to explode. He sighed, his lungs sounding clogged. Purse of the red lips. “Enough time has been wasted. Let’s treasure every moment together, ok? Come.”

Chap 66: Lestat- Wanting vive la parfait

2008-08-16T04:24:00.001-07:00

Friday 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.

Chap 65: A glimpse into the fair aristocrat’s mind

2008-07-30T18:30:00.000-07:00

“Yo! Haven’t talked for a long time!”

“Yes, hi again Derek. Why the call?” he replied, breaking into a smile. It felt so good to hear a familiar voice. The past month had been nothing but a devastating loneliness. Not now, he wouldn’t think of it now…

“Want to join us? You can play the piano well right? We wanna jam.”

“Okay. What can I play? Let me warn you, I’m not proficient in organ and flutes. But I can tackle the others.”

Derek suggested electric guitar, drums and cymbals. Such a nice boy to invite him. Lestat didn’t know if he could go. Not as much shyness as scheduling. He took out his book to check.

“When, where?”

“Friday 17^th. We’re all Night people, don’t need shades or gloves. Hope you’ll come,” Derek added exuberantly. “We can catch up.”

“Oh, sorry, not Friday. I’m meeting my niece and nephew. How about day after? Haha.

They’re not related in that sense.”

“You’re the trickster. Remember Roses of a Memory. Gotta go now. Bye! ”

“Bye, thanks.”

Lestat de Lioncourt, hair combed neatly, dressed to kill in a modern frock coat. It was a new design that resembled his time’s longish ruffs and lace. Opened the first drawer with his mind. Chock full of envelopes, stationery and fragrant stickers. The smiling faces of cartoons.

Not long now. Tomorrow Bianca and Ivan would come back to him. Their mom had returned after so long and they wanted a reunion. At the same time paying a visit to their granny in the country.

Lestat refrained from full- out weeping.

I could have gone too. But I chose not to, stop being sentimental. At first it had been fine. Originally the plan was to avoid being alone indoors by staying out later than 12. But the pains had chosen to strike the moment they left. If only knocking himself out could prolong the waking, that brought back agony in red meshes and lacerations. Rising at dusk, the darkness still consumed him entirely. It was cold fire, constricting his breathing and chest. Louis was still asleep.

He crawled slowly to the drawer, getting on his knees. For a fraction of a second, agony stopped so Lestat yanked it open. The medicines’ empty wrappers, syringes, needles. No more. Only the strongest dosage knocked him out. Lestat stifled a scream as dark pain cut into his chest once more. He collapsed on the floor, digging into the carpet. Sweat wet his face and back. Harsh breathing.

After that his judgment would be clouded. Thank goodness documents were black and white and he had kept a whole string of records. Memory failed at times. Good news was: stocks had risen. His wealth was safe to spend once more!

Lestat sat down again. Oh, this time I’m not hurting. I’ll be all right! I want it like that tomorrow. He cast out his telepathy for the rest of his children. David in town, hunting for ghosts. Daniel listening to new age music, as loud as the rock music he liked. ‘Yo Lestat! Didn’t see ya for sometime. Let’s meet!’

‘hey, Danny. Yeah, okay. Later.’Picked up Louis with amadeo. He suppressed his jealousy. Whenever he saw Louis smile and laugh he would seethe.

The guy needs a break from my intensity. Relax.

Bianca had always stood up for Armand. Not fair. At least he was safe. Armand provoked him and always argued, but no one could deny his loyalty and protectiveness of the weaker ones. Why didn’t he go and be independent? Stupid ass.

Presently, he had 10 diaries. The eleventh one was plain. Let’s make something else. Minutes later, it took on a semblance of a scorpion, embossed gold whiptail. Shaded a few markings to highlight the tail and legs. Extremely protective of their young. Kind of arrogant and self-centred when scorpions plan their goals.

It was true. He could be mean. Subjected others through a stringent criteria, yup. He always wanted to be in charge or it was no-go. David pointed that out in front of M and the rest! Thanks a lot. Check my mail, did they email me? The kids wanted him to email and chat on messenger. Mona’s latest: why u not online? That jargon was so complicated to him. But that could be managed.

Hi guys, I’m alright. Quite busy with my stuff and feeding. Sorry didn’t come online.

One message from Ivan: hello stat, do u miss us? Don’t be lonely. Friday we’ll be back. Mum’s happy how well taken care of we are. Sorry didn’t update. Went shopping. Say do u like maroon? Its supposed to be the same as violet. Got presents for u all. Sis says hi too. Take care.

Dear kids,

Hi! Happy to see your letter. Can’t wait for u to come back. What kind of surprise? I love surprises! Glad u are enjoying yourselves. But I miss u lots. Can we watch a movie together? Reply me soon. Hey am I that arrogant, like a typical scorpio? Surely my good qualities surpass that.

Click send. The other emails redundant. He absently brushed on his chain. It glinted attractively. A charm with a bird engraving. Now he also wore charms in addition to crucifixes. The salesgirl had said- I know that you’re christian. But it’s a sunstone. You need it more. (noticing his pallor) Lestat almost told her he wasn’t human that’s why.

She refused payment.

The last rays of the sun retreated to a moonless black sky. The blond felt shivering again. Being dignified, he definitely didn’t want people to notice he still had a weak disposition. Picked up the phone. It was the most comforting instrument ever invented, connected humans by voice alone. It’s the only invention he liked using regularly.

“Hi Omaga. Can I speak to you?”

“Sure. Lestat, how’re you feeling now?”

“Fine. Just want to chat. How about you?” the old owl -always willing to aid him had been a mentor and a healer during his great time of need.

“So did you rush around again? You’re immortal, with a human condition now. Please be more careful.”

Seeing through his soul again. Man!

“Only last week. I’m bored now. I had to perform, already promised them. I want to recover soon. So long, these things.”

“Have you told them?”

The truth, nope. Lestat said, slowly, “Not really. The time didn’t come up. Should I?”

“You need to. Fainting on the street, their anguish when they hear the news from outside, mon ami. Bratprince take my advice. They’ll appreciate.”

“I will. Hey did you get my music? How is it?” Impulsively when he had written some music pieces for a band, plus a few solos of his own creation, Lestat had sent the first copy to Omaga. Daniel’s band which had formed half a year back. They had brought the music to life. Also, one of the mortals knew how to make copies.

Lestat said he didn’t want to sell it commercially, just a personal thing. He’d pirated composers all over.

“Wonderful! I will keep and treasure it always. Thank you. Such a talent.”

Bratprince laughed heartily. “It’s a vampire thing. And I love the process, it’s enchanting and heals the soul.It’s eleven thirty. Are you sleepy? I’ll hang up now.”

The friend told him it was alright to stay. “Hmm, some parts were familiar.”

“Yea that’s why when someone offered to bring it for sale, I said no. It’s kind of inspired by them.” The conversation went on.

Thursday

He couldn’t bring himself to tell them. How to? Ivan would stare at him with that analytical gaze. Liked to follow him everywhere. Now where can I go alone to and be safe?

Library. I can read alone. He smeared lipstick, slipped on gloves, his coat. Today was fine. The library opened till late. Convenient for us to check out books. Saved space and money as well. He carefully checked his phone. No missed calls or messages. Silent mode.

Most looked up and gaped at him. I’m still turning heads at my seniority! Smiled and waved at them all. Minutes later when Lestat had found Mozart and the other on self help, the woman drove them out. Didn’t look once at him.

“Mister, are you loaning them? if not, put them over there. See? Good.”

Outside, Lestat felt his heart jump erratically. Funny, he was seeing double. The chills crept up to his throat. He stumbled and fell down on his back. Could not rise. Oh no. no please don’t hurt me again. Help me. Help me, someone. With his fading consciousness, Lestat cried out both verbally and inside.

A hand on his shoulder, lifted him up. Zero vision.

Daniel frowned. He held his friend up, and if he let go, he went slump. What happened to Lestat? “Hey man. You ok?” the voice hollered louder.

Yet, he was dreamy and disjointed. Daniel called him, jerked him some more. His head lolled back, white face, lips apart.

More curses. Lestat turned over. Soft surface, a blanket. He wanted to sleep more. A tangy scent of juice, pressed to his lips. “Drink!” a familiar voice shouted. He sank back again. The water flowed down his face.

“Leave me. Want to rest,” he murmured, pushing the hand away. Cloth being wrung and applied to his face. Dripped into his mouth. Shit. A youth like- “Danny? Hi.”

He leaned back, smiled. “So, you saved me.”

“Why were you alone? I called but you didn’t recognise me.”

“I am alone. No one home. Sorry.”

“I told you I’m free. What happened? Why did you faint?”

“Don’t need to worry. I’m fine now.” He drank the rest of the blood in a vessel. Strong arms pushed him back as he attempted to walk.

“Idiot. Must you worry everyone? Pretending to be the hero you aren’t! The sun will come. And in your state, so weak, don’t act so strong.” Could tell it was Armand. So nagging.

Lestat sighed. Exhausted, he tried to clear his head. The fogginess returned.

Armand sniffed. He murmured some more. Usually he argued but tonight he was not energetic enough. “I called Louis. He’s on the way. Rest.” Don’t stop me, I want to go home. I must—but his limbs didn’t obey.

Louis came in. Lay beside him and kissed his lips. “You feel so cold, mon frere.” Louis adjusted himself until their mouths met. Blood dripped from his eyes.

“Why do you cry?”

In answer, his child kissed him. Lestat closed his eyes, clasping Louis’ head with one arm. No more alone. Solace and bliss. Is this what I’m supposed to experience? They clung harder. But no clothes slipped off, transcendence of gender. They didn’t have sex, the act of embracing already satisfied the hunger.

Sleeping. Louis whispered roughly, “It’s worsening?”

“No. Only after the kids left did I feel the pain. It was tolerable. I told you before.”

Louis felt guilty. He had not listened. Thought he was rambling. Lestat pulled on his sleeve.

“I planned a program. First thing Friday we’ll shop and watch movies. Look forward to it.”

“The truth?”

He looked saddened. “Not yet. I’m not ready. I was gonna tell you a little but I didn’t find the time to.”

Fake Letters abound

2008-07-18T03:57:00.000-07:00

Fake letters abound!!

Quinn was real naughty. He decided to forge Ro’s writing and pen to Lestat. Mailed in on Tuesday which should reach us soon. Would strengthen his resolve to go. The iron in the nail! Vampires are master mimics, not just voice but piracy of any kind.

We were thinking that if Bratp didn’t want to correspond we would on his behalf. Louis was improving on signing like him, which still needed tweaking. Hmm.

Dearest Lestat,

I’m so sorry I haven’t replied you. It was not intentional, glad that you are well. I’m keen to go, Quinn has told me so much about the fancy dress party/ I want to be reunited with you my soulmate! Rest assured the asking of the Dark Gift from you will be farthest from my mind. Shall be romantic, we’ll be wearing masks. My workload has piled up that I haven’t got time to enjoy myself.

This time my assistants have taken over. I think I’ll be able to recognize you even with your mask on right?

Awaiting eagerly your reply! Rowan Mayfair

I made out an email when Lestat took the letter into his room.

Yo Q! sure she talks like that? The letter tone mushy.

He tapped out: don’t worry, I’ve gone through her style. She was always penning poems and love stuff to Mike. Haha. It’s the same, except I used my left hand which was hard.

Me: Louis getting cold feet. Wants to backout, but no!!! he can’t. Coz Stat will only go if we go that’s the deal.

Quinn: lol. What a deal u make. Poor Louis, he’s afraid of crowds eh?

Me: ya. Do u know what Ro will wear? Haven’t confirmed.

Q: blue dress, dunno what role she will be in. Stat?

He was going to be a rogue. Too lazy to think of any theme for it. A Free easy going party anyway. I looked forward to the foods and fun. Louis you’ll be fine. We take care of each other.

Sigh. Thank you. He’s taken in by the letter. Good job!

Now our plan. Will Stat write back too?

Louis said-------- hopefully, my signature cannot be Lestatdelioncourt. It’s too flamboyant.

I laughed. Hey Quinn can u forge Stat’s handwriting?

Pause. Then he added: my gosh, no. too unique.

Not a need to worry. Lestat completed a letter inside the mail, asking us to send it first thing in the morning. Yes!!! So they were gonna meet each other, but Rowan did not know she had written a letter. And Stat was actually cheered up. He sang and danced more than usual.

Adventures of Quinn, Louis and I!!! hahaha

2008-07-16T19:17:00.000-07:00

Stat didn’t answer me. He went back to reading dusty thick volumes of books at the shelf.

I waited patiently for up to one hour.

Finally I gave up and went outside to get a drink. Quinn said Louis had gone feeding. After I had actually talked about his sins, our friendship had sprung a new angle.

What did he say? About the letter.------- he asked in my head. I took a green tea can and opened it. Quinn took my cereal for me and stood near the kitchen window.

He says it’s all right and he forgot already.

I know he didn’t. His memory is so vivid. Everything a vampire would have forgotten he didn’t forget.

I asked him if he wanted Rowan to talk to him. And um, is he pretending not to care? No reply. Maybe he’s so hurt.--------- I told him sadly.

You did. Wow! So frankly. You all talk like that? Doesn’t Lestat feel intruded?

Yea. Bratprince wants us all to be open and aboveboard. Though… he himself won’t answer all the time.------- jealous green and orange.---- it’s not fair

Quinn was sympathetic. Don’t be angry. He’s not perfect, but he’s trying. I think the world of Boss. Had it tough going but, he’s turned out pretty polite. And he lost his maker. Did he tell you?

Tell me? he blew up and refused to speak to me for ages after that. “Even snapped at Louis and Armand for talking about Him. So we don’t go there. It’s too dangerous.”

The preternatural nodded. A thoughtful intense look on his features. “I see. Our past mistakes can never be erased. When you’ve lost your dearest parent, it’s very painful. Same for Lestat, he lost him. Magnus could’ve given him more.”

Let’s talk telepathic. Don’t want anyone to hear. So, what about Rowan?

I started on the cereal.

What about?

I wanna get them together. Is she free?

Quinn smiled. Nope usually she’s tied up. Unless we all beg her to. Like, she came for the anniversary mona and I went for. Last year.

Huh? That little time only? Pardon moi, is she anti social?------- I mused.

Haha. You’re so frank.

Sorry.

It’s fine. Louis warned me you guys would be. Yes Rowan can be very cold. She likes to be busy. You know about the taltos right?

Eh? You probed me! ------ I squealed.

He laughed. Sorry. (sober) Ro doesn’t want to think about them dying out her work is important. It’s her life. She wants Oberon and the rest to survive. Image of the three of them, one a blond woman with a machine gun, the male one watching tv, the little thin one drinking milk.

Okay. So she needs some fun. Stat needs that too. If there’s a fancy dress party, we can invite them to go.

Like in dramas, you write letters to both parties without them suspecting. Then they meet each other, and you leave the scene. I know it’ll work!

“Guys. Where are you?” someone called. Quinn closed his eyes.

“It’s Louis. Over here.”

The philosopher entered. He had cut his hair short, wore a sleeveless top. I updated him.

We made a 3 way connection. It’s like broadband except we can see each other’s words and images. Discussed my plan.

Lo: don’t want to be a wet blanket. Lestat is wary of trickery

Q: Yea we know. So I’ll contact Ro, should be ok. She’s my cousin now.

Me: cool! Then we’ll handle our ancien prince, but need time.

Q: any new festivals coming up?

Lo: a lot. Does Rowan like them? He sure enjoys them. He likes to go out together with people.

Q and me: yea! (I laughed) She will, after I try to convince her some more.

But Bratprince didn’t seem that enthusiastic on going, much to our disappointment. He asked, “Why are you guys suddenly interested in fancy dress parties? I’ve always asked but end up going myself. Nah.”

Louis smiled, hugging him tight. Lestat shifted away. “It’s different. Anyone can go, there are chics and gentlemen going. Please go with us. Sil’vous plait, mon cher. Then I won’t be leftout.”

I provided other details of the costumes and masks, to be rented. “You can even do those last minute.” I marvelled at our Great organization too.

Why don’t they take your plan and suggestions when you want them to?! It’s the annoying situation of being unique individuals. Bratprince focussed on the remote control and it floated to a space right beside his cheek. He caught it and turned on the tv. “Comedy time. Wanna watch?”

Aww Rowan will be going! Shall we say that? Then he will!

Considering that he’s smarting from nil replies, nope I don’t recommend that------ I confirmed, with a blue flag. Lo, let’s not give up yet.

Second try! Bratprince looked through his wardrobe. We suggested what nice costumes he could wear. “How many times do I hafta say this, I’m not going,” he said in exasperation. Glared at his fledgeling, then shutting the door with a vehemance.

“Why? If you don’t go, I will be lonely.”

“PLEEEEAse.” We kids whined, with most urgently contrite faces. Complete with begging posture. Louis took out the leaflet explaining the event and pressed it to his hands.

“I’ve always gone for such cocktail whatever parties, only to feed. This month I’ve done my quota. I don’t need to. Spend family time at home. What are you going as?”

I would be a phoenix, gonna get an orange headdress. Louis said he would be phantom. He was so hyper. Lestat withered us with his aristocratic bored- face, blank gaze. “I don’t know, I’ve attended many times.”

Hint. “It’ll be different. Really! It’s welcome to vampires and other races, you can talk to other people, not just mortals.” Bro piped up.

“Hmm you make me suspicious. Suddenly the computerboy and scholar who- hates- social- events- when- I- ask- him -to -go are enthusiastic. More than me. fishy indeed,” the blond mused, rubbing his chin. “I’ll consider.” At last.

“Cool. Hope you will come! We – plan- I mean- there’ll be some plays too. Don’t you love them?” I replied cheerily.

“Not by amateurs.”

“Professionals.(named a few) And you can always level the field by acting with them. You liked to make me laugh when you did that,” his amour added.

Softly, Lestat asked Really in his mind.

Louis smiled innocently and held him by a long hot kiss.

Quinn's dark secrets

2008-06-17T14:00:00.000-07:00

My true acceptance?

“I am still your friend. I want to be, Quinn.”

“Oh Krystal. Thank you.” He wiped his eyes with his handkerchief. Smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, though it was a weak attempt.
“I never wanted the girl to perish, truly. It was purely an accident. I was clumsy.”

When I finished my meal, with Quinn drinking the rest of his blood-wine (it’s a special that they have at restaurants nowadays), he joked, “I’m tall but a klutz.”
I smiled back. “Now we’re on the same ground here. A toast!” I touched my glass of heaven and earth jasmine tea with his.
The other humans didn’t look at us. His crying and admission of his darkness was all below their frequency. Even I had some problem listening to his whispering. People don’t and wouldn’t believe such a handsome guy can murder anyway! Roguish. Yes. Delicately built? Nah.

At the park, a more secluded area, couples dating, dogs and owners walking or running, bushes. Dimly lit street lamps flickered on around. The moon had risen. Quinn had his arm around me, walking to match my pace. I was about to say something else when his phone vibrated.

“Hello? Oh Louis! I’m fine. We’re in Siena Park outside the Bourbon. Oh ok. Let’s see. How about near the fountain? Do you know where that is? Yeah. See you. Bye.”

“Louis is coming?”

“With Lestat. In a few minutes.” Quinn’s euphoria rose, a velvet at the thought of meeting his fellow kin.
“Great!” It was to my benefit, Louis had received my telepathic message about the incident, how I almost blew the perfect reunion dinner here. I had been so worried and at odds with myself. Quinn’s speech was magnificent.
“I want you to know something. It's very difficult for me, to trust people totally. But you’ve shown me mercy and kindness. Haven’t seen that yet in any mortal outside my family. And, I’m not as respectable and perfect as I showed myself to you. I’m sorry to deceive.”

I shook my head, trying not to be dazzled by the shimmery material on his shirt. The buttons! Since he is so tall, I don't look up or I will suffer a crick in my neck. Only at certain points do I look at him, maybe his throat.

“Don’t be. It was my fault for bringing it up. I should be sorry.” I brushed on his sleeve, uncovering a silver bracelet. “Hey so nice!” I examined it further, it caught the light fully, a plain one but it reminded me of a pure heart.
"Thank you. Jasmine bought it."

When a heart is pure, pain and suffering help to strengthen you.
Lestat interrupted--- Bianca did you hurt him? Why did you remind him of that time?

I said I was sorry. Really. Um, where’re you?
I felt him coming closer. Louis said- hey she didn’t mean to. She just wanted to be candid. You know her character.

But still! --- Lestat cried out. I could hear them using telepathy to converse. Because Louis feels uncomfortable doing that up close. They just realized that the process of the Veiling coming between them is actually reversible. Since there'd been no exchange of blood for such a long while, Lestat was delighted that he could once again hear his favorite fledgling's mental telepathy without any mediator's help.

Now the pair of them- blond young 18th C man and his graceful pupil in lace stepped out in sync beside the fountain. Lestat sported a midnight double-breasted suit, flashed sunglasses. His fledgling was in green, his favorite color, and matched his eyes. The lace ruffs were beautiful against his fair hands. There was no need to glove themselves here.
The latter said, “It’s better to let me handle this ok? Don’t talk back to him.”
I agreed.

Bratp was mad, he brushed past me. He greeted Quinn and hugged him. “Sorry. I did remind them not to discuss the touchy past. Under any conditions.”

“No Boss. It’s better to have come clean. We’re all right now. Krystal is very merciful.”
I blushed at the compliment. They walked ahead of Louis and I , chattering amiably. Quinn laughed.

They still talked about his health though. “So you’re all better?”
“Yep. In the pink and purple.”

Louis said, “He blew up. I had to ask him to calm down.”

“I am at fault.”
“But you’re a kid. It’s worked out, so that’s good. Do you want to go home?”

Midnight.
“His mother didn’t get mentioned during our first conversation. I was curious as to who this historically rich man could be. Stat showers him with attention and is equal to us, all of us children. Quinn invited me to his apartment in Miami. He studies there… and Rowan saw me, roaming about New Orleans.”

Louis’ story with Q:
‘ I really respected you. You are the first vampire I know connected with Lestat.’ Quinn said extended his slender hand.
Grasping mine, his was soft. The young ones have soft skin. Lestat is friendly to lots of people, but I hadn’t met him. ‘Wow you’ve many of those I lik Lord of the rings, Sherlock Holmes, Jrr Tolkien. Shakespeare.’ On the desk were stationery, paper, cameos in their case and a worn copy of maths.

Quinn’s eyes regarded me cautiously. I gently told him I was okay with this distance, casual before intimacy. I thought he was more reserved than I was. Quinn understood, he is quintessentially the contemporary person like me. He loves classics and romances. Then we discussed about family. How he changed when he mentioned his son and uncle who is so little! Photos of them at proudly on the mantelpiece, the computers.Quinn was not in one, ‘After what happened I can’t allow myself near a camera. I’m afraid they will find out about me if I stand too stiffly or smile too widely. I do forget myself. ‘

‘Yes I see.’
‘Your family? I know of Claudia.’
He emanated sympathy. A claw gripped my heart and twisted but I won out. Quinn sat down, inviting me to do the same. ‘My aunt Queen was also dear to me.Louis, do you like your new family?’

I smiled. at the time, he hadn’t met Lestat for many years. They’d lost touch. And he also hadn’t met you. Quinn was thrilled at this possibility. So he asked me about you guys. Your warmth and acceptance.’

‘We’ve got cozy memories. Sometimes I feel stressed, but I like everyone together. Lestat’s the clown as usual, and my papa. My lover.’
Before I left he hugged me . I saw why Lestat loved this little boy, and he was innocent. I a 250 year old gap between us.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

The two of them had come back, arm in arm. Lestat gestured for us to talk.”What were you discussing? I heard my name…”
“About the time you invited me. Nothing bad,”Louis replied softly.

Bratp didn’t talk to us the whole time. when we reached home, he turned on violin music.
Did you deliberately ask him? About the murders?

It was accidental….

Please do not repeat this again.

All right.golden color of peace.

Revolution in english

Heels I’m in are so fragile
I can’t take it, all my dreams gne
His eyes bore into mine mercilessly
Too much love and passion
Oh, I’ve fallen for him!

I can’t breathe (what’s the situation?)
So whose the one? whose fault is it now?
Can’t resist this terror inside
Next minute I’m confused and spinning into despair

Wanna run away, Devil’s control
Dreams come true.
I want my fiercest freedom!
Abandon all to revolution, see me at my victory
Coz the air’s too tight when I’m tense

Can’t breathe!
I’ll see through you before I crash and burn. Take off your mask.

He said patsy abused him everyday. “When my brother died, she blamed it all on me. she cursed at my life that I should’ve died too. What did I do, to deserve that?”

Quinn faltered at the word son. The serval of our house ignored him sitting the furthest away. Whipped his tail. “What’s wrong? He seems hostile to me.”

I thought at my bro to cool it and he was a guest. Be polite. He simply rubbed his head on the chair.
Lestat stopped the music downstairs. He came up quickly. “Settled in?”

Quinn asked what was wrong with our serval?

“Oi, don’t be rude. You can throw tantrums but don’t make me lose face k?” Lestat said. Gestured for him to sit still. Ivan snarled, hackles risen.
“Is he mad at me? I’ll go out.”

Lestat lifted his lips showing his fangs and stared him down. Went on for a full long twenty minutes. Then as if something had been settled between them, the vampire rose to his full height again. Good boy. Want to play kitty catch?

Lestat took out a rubber ball and bounced it. Ivan pawed it, ears twitching. He chased it.
“Sorry.” He left us.
Later I explained that it was his turn to evolve so he wasn’t so friendly. These days Ivan stayed as his beast shape, scent marking, catching rodents and growling at any one who came near. He didn’t attack yet, which was the good news.

Louis and I got cameos which Quinn made sincerely. Mine is Artemis, with her beloved unicorn and fierce huntress expression. I was too shy to accept it after kind of insulting him. “I love Greek myths. You’re well acquainted with them?”

“Yea. Some, like moon goddess Serena and Endymion, Theseus, the gorgons. I like Artemis the most!”

“Thank you. I haven’t got one yet,” Louis added. He scrutinized it. a pattern which I couldn’t make out. He loved it. “You carve them? How long?”
“During freetime. Used to make a lot for my family. Runs in the genes.”
“Great you should teach your kid how to make this.”

“Nah he ain’t interested,” he drawled. “He’s into law and practical things. Loves country western though. We grew up on them.”

Tonight the Bratprince’d wanted to stay out for gatherings. Picking among the riffraff. “Stat’s so moody these days.”

“He adores Rowan doesn’t he?”

Louis sighed.
Quinn said, “I tried to tell him. I know he wants to hear from her, they promised to keep in touch and he feels sad. She didn’t call him again. Rowan’s so buried in work.”

I wanted them to be together. “It’ll be our secret plan. Can’t we? Then they will find true happiness.”

“I don’t mind. Though I am jealous.” Louis murmured.

“Mona has told him before, the Mayfair Medical is her fortress. She won’t leave it. But it’s not acceptable to Boss. He hasn’t stopped pining.”

One time recently, thinking of her, I’d asked what about her?
Who?

Rowan. Why don’t you call her? Maybe she forgot.
No. I don’t wish to talk about it. it’s pointless. I’m okay. ------ he said denying how lonely he was. A melancholic tune on the violin.

Then he smiled. Really nothing’s wrong. I’m healthy and of sound mind. I’m not lovelorn

“You left him suddenly. In his last chronicle he came home and didn’t see you.”

“We saw Khayman. Totally forgot and thought he wanted to be solo.” Quinn continued. He frowned. “We must’ve been so ill mannered.”

Even though it was so late, had been 10 years since it happened, we decided to write a letter to leave on his desk.

Sorry to have left without a warning, Boss. We thought that you needed to be alone in my house. Please don’t feel that you’re a failure. You’re an awesome guy!
Do you feel so lonely? You are pretending but I truly know. Cheer up.

Q and I signed it.

*****

Next dusk, the master arose. I greeted him with a rainbow. He beckond to me.

“So happy. All good?”
“Yea! Did you see our letter?” I wanted to know. I touched my hair at the mirror. Stat stretched and folded his blanket.
“Where? I came straight here last night.”
“In the study.”
“K, I’ll go read it now.” He walked out.

I read some of his books of mystery and detectives. As a typical Scorpio he is intrigued by such genre more than others. Moments had passed but there had been no response from the sensei. Was he crying or in shock? I went to the study.
Lestat had changed to a beige pullover and jeans. It diminished his age so he appeared as if he were a teenager. If only he wore this more often! Now he does, all the modern styles, loafers, slacks. I wondered why. " Hi. What is it?" Lestat came out from behind the shelf containing thick volumes.
I started. I had been silent. " Hi. Um what did you think?"
Silence. He held up the paper. His words were soft and deliberate. "Why did Quinn suddenly decide to write this? I was lonely, at that time. You said cheer up?" He rose and came beside me.
" Sit. Do you know why? It has been so long. I almost forgot about that."
I took the chair opposite, fiddled with my hair ends. " He felt that he had disappointed you. Quinn said we three would stick together, I remember that. Recently you've been... sad. We're , concerned, for you."
Lestat brushed his hair back from his face as he leaned back. " I'm not pretending. I can't do that." He laughed.
I smiled. " Yea, but we just thought... it should come now. Better late than never."
The young marquis drew up his legs indian style. " Ok. Thank you."
He added, " Tell Quinn I have forgiven them both. The boy's still thinking about that, gosh."
What of her? You're pretending you don't miss her. It's so sad. --- I thought.

Black Music era/ Sorrows of a friend

2008-06-06T22:40:00.000-07:00

Katerina Silvermead

-for one of our american pluralism lessons, got into this topic and I want to examine the others’ pov of discrimination n freedom music! Blackwood Farm’s an epic that I had to buy after TVL.

“What’re you covering tonight?” I asked, as sensei chan flipped through papers until he found the page. Then handed me some stuff back. Oh my reviews on concerts and BOA. Scrawled in red at the end of each: Sorry took so long. I wanted to read every word. This young child sounds interesting and I like some of the songs.

He spun around on his chair. “A few aspects of the history of music. I’m going to talk about the Afro-Americans and their contributions. They were the first people to compose music like Blues, HipHop, Elvis, Gospel and so on. The whites shouldn’t think they did everything.”

“Yea they claim the credit for every single thing! Egoistic. But why, you distance yourself from them! ”

He nodded, irises fired up with dignity. “That’s true, ma fleur. But living in La Nouvelle Orleans for many years has exposed me to their (the blacks) warmth and love of life. I can mention lots of kind African Americans, who welcomed me despite the strangeness of my skin color. Now you’ve distracted me…. where was I?” Lestat considered for a few minutes, before smiling. “Yeah, some of these have been infused with modern music, like the singers you admire. Even the BOA girl does raps. When I read up on black music, most of the musicians came up. However, you’ll definitely sleep, so I’ll simply introduce some nice pieces to let you have a Feel. This one is Nat King Cole, first show starring a black musician. ( pressed a button)”

I made a face ‘eugh’ Lestat turned it off with his mind and went on, “ the most significant changes were in the 1950s to the late 1960s, Freedom music. The race rallied their whole unity against white oppression. ‘I’m black and I’m proud’ very frankly put- ‘Lord set me free’ and the more jazzy, what whites would categorize as low-class- the ain’ts, ‘buked’s pidgin english. Haha, I myself go into that ‘big easy style’. Nevertheless, cherie, these people succeeded in winning the hearts and minds. African-americans were proud to be who they were.

“Martin Luther King is connected to freedom music. He gave his inspirational speeches against white superiority and racism. ( I said it was sad and unjust he was killed when he wanted to right things.) Oui, Bianca. I agree. The blacks had style of making original music. Some of these songs also became answers to unhappiness and unrest.”

He showed me links and webpages to the pictures and videos of those times. I sat close to him, but other than explanations, the vampire did not express his affection. Maybe he was still angry with me. I really wanted to make up for the mistake I’d made.

“Um can we talk? About that day I was wrong to…”

Downturn of his mouth. “Stop. Don’t say it. Don’t spoil the good mood between us.”

“Will you forgive me?”

His irises shimmered with ethereal light. Lestat turned away. He took out something from the drawer. His shoulders were stiff. I touched his leg. He gasped.

Oh no! what was that for? He had pricked his wrist, drawing blood with his sharp thimble. Dripped it into a small tube and capped. “Are you all right?”

“Um hm. But not inside my heart. I miss her. I don’t think any of you can understand the agony and turmoil and loneliness suffering can be when you’ve seen everyone you loved perish. Gabrielle could’ve been there. You didn’t trust me.”

He’s right. An immortal who is old, but feels as deeply as I. I regret that so much.

“I didn’t mean to—why did you collect your blood out?”

“To test how fast my wound can heal. It’s much better now.” The scar was fading to his normal skin now. “If there is no trust between us, how can we continue being friends?” so monotonous. Bratprince had to be all cutup inside. Then he continued, “Don’t be sorry. It’s over.”

I apologized again. He asked, “Did you see her, before that night?”

What to say? How could I answer? I said no. The grey pupils bore through me, sending chills. Cliché phrase, but it’s the only thing I can say…

He must’ve seen the photos! I forgot to keep them once! Louis replied.

“I think it was Tuesday last, David hurried to keep some documents. I glanced at them, looked like pictures.” Lestat spoke quietly, touching the mouse. He got distracted. “Why keep them from me?”

Don’t tell him. Ask him to show you something. Can’t let him be sad again.

“I noticed most musicians were from Germany, like Bach and Mozart. Were there any french composers?”

Lestat rubbed his chin. “Oh, yes. A few…..” The affable atmosphere again and had a fulfilling lesson.

******

More on Tarquin

Will he be angry if I asked him about Patsy? She died so tragically! He had said that in chapter 49. Which meant it was a confession, very public and non personal.

‘Wanna meet you! I’m having a short break this month.’ Quinn said to me excitedly, on the phone. The charming young man, only several years older than me, yet had imposing physique and effusive features. He really cared for me like his sis. Don’t mention it, I should take care of ya. You instil a protector’s spirit in me.

Cool, yea! I really look forward to our meeting. Sure, but that was before I had seen the details, the gory details of how many people died at his hands. Tonight, he would be arriving. I remembered that chapter, how he wrung her neck and dropped her into the swamp. As bratprince had suffered, new Orleans had good places to dispose of bodies. But I often forgot how tall he is until he stands in front of me.

As usual I was stunned by his melodious timbre. Vampiric voices are musical and 3-D. listening to Lestat often I was accustomed to, he’d tone it down for my convenience. Quinn hadn’t gotten that right, he still needed lessons how to block his mind. Punctual at seven, he smiled without his fangs. “Hi Bianca! Why don’t you get something to eat first? I’m hungry. Let’s talk more today. This is for you.”

“You didn’t have to…” I said weakly, taking the package. Quinn hurried out of the crowds. It was an expensive set of calligraphic pens. How can he be the same man, killing her? No no, don’t think on it! stop stop! I commanded my brain.

Last time my thoughts leaked out, Lestat’d not forgiven me for a week! Quinn could not block his mind, and that equalled he was able to Sense if my words weren’t consistent. An open lie-detector.

I ate some light appetizers first to fill up my stomach. Fifteen minutes later, heads turned as the ethereally handsome Grecian man strolled in languidly. Clearly reflected in the lights overhead, violet-purple dark pupils, deceivingly delicate features and extremely glossy black locks. Out of a shampoo ad!

Before I noticed, he had seated himself. “Are you full yet? What’s nice to order?”

“Yea, I was just gonna. (he remained smiling)” I picked out simple- to eat- fish and he chose a salad with a glass of wine. I couldn’t stomach the thought of bloody juices from a meat piece. In cold blood, lipstick smeared, he watched her sink into the dark murky depths. Keep it away, blank out--- I commanded my wandering reverie.

“Are you ill? You look pale.” He frowned in concern.

“No I was just too hungry.” Louis let himself into my mind now- are you going to ask him? Remember a past is very sensitive. Be careful.

I replied, I know. I don’t want to think. And yet it’s so hard!

Quinn said something inaudible. Then I decided I would come clean. A vampire has killed. It doesn’t mean he or she is beyond hope. If we are friends, honesty is important. Louis protested loudly until I had a headache. So I held my tongue now and ate.

Quinn pretended to savor the salad in front of him. “When’s your birthday again? Sorry to forget.”

“Dec 12. That’s no problem. Thank you. I like the presents.”

He laughed. “You said they broke. They just looked perfect on my evening flight from New York.”

“How are you and Mona?” because I had to distract my mind and wanted pleasant images to behold.

“We love each other. To the extent of romantic mushiness. Sometimes she can be clingy. She asks why you didn’t send her a reply?”

Ooh. “When? I can’t remember, maybe I got spammed a lot.”

The guy nodded. It was hard to think of him as a baddie, he moved so perfectly. He had described himself as clumsy and forcing himself to behave like a mortal. “I’ll tell her. How are you doing?”

I talked in general. When I asked about his classes, he scowled. “Stress. Mine is 2-3 hours lecture time, four days. I’m lucky I don’t need to work too. Those who’ve they just sleep there. Nash takes care of the running and day to day stuff. He’s so nice. I get tired too.”

I smiled back and shifted a little. Could he smell my fear? “You’ll be fine. I wish I could be taller. What did you do to be so tall?”

“My progeny, Bianca. Haha, I impose on people. But to those I love, I really wish I could be on the same level.”

When I asked about the truth of the story, he paled visibly. Suddenly gone bloodless, horrified. Quinn swallowed. The silence was imminent, and the talking around ceased. Only a tunnel rushing in my ears. Did it happen? You killed the girl and your mother?

“Yes it did. Everything is true. About Patsy, specifically.”

I clasped my hands under the table. “No one will believe me. I confess it because… of regret and grief.” He seemed drained of energy now, grey-faced and a reddish film coming to his eyes. I offered him the tissue box.

I’m so sorry so sorry—I reiterated. Shit why did I ask that? it’s supposed to be a dinner topic! I just… I

Quinn closed his eyes for a moment, brows knit together, took a deep breath. “It’s okay. At least you believe me. It irks you, these things? You are scared, of me?” shaky and fatigued.

“No. I thought I should be honest. You opened yourself to me and when I read your account, of the happy and sad stuff that happened, it was surreal. I am kind of intimidated. But I know it won’t happen again. That was last time.”

Strangely his eyes flickered amber now. So quiet I thought he had fainted, eyes wide and staring. “Yes. I want another chance. I saw the Light happen to Grams, and to Ida. Merrick.” Was that the answer for me, half whispered? For the bride, he had killed on his first hunt, she was innocent. Soft, glazed expression, no more hate He had been stupid. The mortal had dazzled him so much he forgot and broke her neck.. everybody at the banquet knew. His maker Petronia’d bashed him like shit. “I just let them kick me, if only I could die in her place. My head cracked on the wall, I fell into the water below. I should’ve died. But I can’t. I’ve died and yet I'm still here. ”

I nodded, it was all I could do to be supportive. He cleared his throat and sipped some of the wine. It tasted bad to him, but he remained impassive. “Now that everything is clear, you can say you hate me. I won’t blame you. It’s all right.” Quinn’s aura was so faint and weakened.

I got worried. Louis what to do? I think he’s in a state of shock and pain.

I’m coming. Tell him he’ll be alright. Do the magic, when I grieved, bianca, you helped me forget.

To undo the damage.That time before he threw away his daughter’s locket forever…. What had I said? Focussing back on the present, Quinn blinked at me puzzled. having no mental guard, he said why did you ask me? It hurts so much- I love my family, yes- and Mona, they all need me. I need them to need me! As long as I can, but won’t there be respect anymore. Should’ve denied. On and on it went...

“Quinn. You’re in shock? Your aura is weakened.”

He roused himself. The litany went on, giving me a headache. I blocked that out. “How about we go out for a walk? It’s so hot here.” I fanned myself. He did as I asked. I’m surprised he would listen to me, nobody is charmed by me at all! Until outside, he left the trance and leaned against a pole.

“Quinn. How’re you feeling? I’m terribly sorry to have upset you.” I apologized.

Back to normal colour. He glanced at me. “I was? You can detect my thoughts? I tried to shield them… I can’t! I’ve failed.”

I grinned, walking ahead. The fireworks would be on tonight, it was nine. Blue, green and red flowers. Quinn cheered up. “Thank you. I couldn’t halt the depression, I let it control me. It’s been years since I raked up the past. It’s not your fault. A lot of bad things happened. I almost lost faith, so I wanted to return to the house. I wanted to be a kid again without any worries except my next meal.”

“Uh huh. Since when did you worry about that? you’re rich!”

He smiled faintly. “Riches are meaningless.”

“If I had more cash, I would fill my tummy, and the others’ tummies too!”

Athene, A tiff

2008-04-30T00:38:00.000-07:00

Chap 60 Athene temple

If a Night person doesn’t feed, he will become a walking skeleton. All their ravagedness can’t be hidden at all. Quinn has been giving us the cakes and food that his family makes, and they still don’t realize that he’s not human. He certainly wants this as long as possible! We still kept in touch. Our mini letters, including the Ls and Mona’s (heehee):

From: elfinprincess
Re: thanx for cake! =)
Hello Noble Prince,

Just to say hiz. I love the cake. Have u told your relatives abt your secret? what if they say want to eat with u?
-Krys

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From: Noble Prince
Re: thanx for cake

Krys,
Glad to hear that. given some more to frenz and cousins. Haha. Like a delivery of sweetstuff.
Nope. Crazy as it sounds, I’ve tried to admit to them, and hint. But since I’ve always been hyper sensitive, jas and nash think that’s the problem. They don’t care abt that, say that I’ll alw be welcome. It comforts me. only the mayfairs, michael and rowan, know about this.
I just tell them I’m full or I alr ate before coming. Not a problem.
What flavours do u like? Other than choc. Exotic ones, mango, durian? Miss you.
- Cheers, Quinn

From elfinprincess
Re: eugh durian

No no, I hate durian. Well pineapple’s my fav. I also like marble cake, cheese chiffon, brownies. Absolutely del! Dun see u onl these nights, r u alright? U look so thin. Krys

From: NoblePrince
Re: haha, okk

Oh u don’t hafta worry. I’m ok, just hadn’t eaten much before I came then. Won’t let ya see me in such a state again. Sorry. How’s life?
Pineapple, ok. Jas makes good brownies, sure to share some with u. but hafta be later on. saw your webpage, very cute. Can u really make that?

(Well of course I couldn’t make them. Kind of borrowed from other webmasters and mistresses. )

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From: Ophelia to me (from her stuff, can tell abt mine)

Dear krys gal, konnichiwa. Thx for teaching me some jap. Yep they’re so contextual. Love the anime! Yea I watch that too, it’s ok, not too violent. U like fantasy? I do too. Wish Quinn could watch with me, he’ll be more relaxed. We do go thru problems, misunderstandings…. He thinks so much. If only he were simpler. Hey don’t tell him that k? he’s the man.

I replied that Q. was real cool and he was gentle with gals. Surprising they had problems, thought they were lovefest. Funny. Well they are very high strung being both w and v I suppose!

*****
Louis to Mona
Hello guys, I’m louis, your boss’ longtime soulmate. Haven’t talked to u before, miss mayfair. How do u cope being one of us? I’m sure your powers are stronger than a beginning mortal’s. regards.

Louis! My gosh, the one and only… I can’t believe it’s u. but stat doesn’t come online so much. HIII! How are u tonight? I’ve read your book. Why did u not write some more? I am coping with the seniors’ help. Yea it gets so much sometimes, all those voices like ghosts. Sightings I can manage. Saw them since young. How is Lestat doing? I miss his emails even if they are short. Thanks for being my penpal. –lots of love, Ophelia

Hello again. Pls to see your reply. Haha I’m flattered. I didn’t feel like writing anymore, boss had written everything abt us. No need to. Oh, that’s bad. Me too, only my telepathy is just getting
Stronger this time. last time could not even make anything move! It’s still a learning phase for me.
Abt Lestat, he doesn’t go onl now. holes up with music, paintings. Says web’s a waste of time. I’ll ask him to send u something. Wld u mind phonecall?

Dear Louis, ok ok. i don’t mind, wanna talk to him. Quinn ignores me, it’s so unfair. Can I come to visit?

After we persuaded his majesty to inform them about his whereabouts
Lestat to Mona and Quinn (both tog) :

Wow u sure flooded my box! And other spam as it is called… Sorry for not answering, was on a break. I won’t be connected to the web very often. Now they nag me, so here I am.
I am healthy. Don’t worry.

Mona, love you lots. Come visit if u like. Well, on thurs and fri I’ll be teaching the kids, so not free. Sundays come after 9. I will usually be out. Call me if u come and no one’s home.
Really, he ignores u? give him some time, he’s your mate. Be patient with each other, results do not come so quick. He is nice.
Q, thank you for everything. Hope all is well. Miss ya too. I wld like to hear your voice, can’t remember. U don’t hafta bring cake all the time, bianca is so naughty. Ok I’m gonna watch some anime now. see ya - Le

Athene incident

Today was Guest opening day. The temple of Athena, a serene yet warm place for guests and devout alike. Lit with oil lamps, virgin girls danced with bowls and offerings of fruit. Many wore shifts like greek movies. I haven’t done that before, it’s strictly a volunteer basis and has to be fulltime. I’m not devout. 2 of them in front had their heads covered.

“Amazing, cherie! Thanks for taking the time to accompany us,” Lestat whispered, looking about curiously. People and new places intrigue Scorpios.
“Cool.” I smiled.
“Are we going to dance? It’d be nice,” Louis added.
“Wow, haha. You want to? Sure, after this ritual performance.”
The grand hall filled with some audiences, scattered. The triangles tinkled and lights darkened.
We took our seats at the back row. Stat in the middle, me on the left, Louis on the right.
I explained, “Right now only those who are the priestesses can go there.” The vamps were absolutely transfixed by the activity, especially dancers gyrating and spinning.

The boys jumped perfectly to the rhythm of drums and cymbals. A few of the virgins chanted a tune to accompany this. Bratp sang too, in a soft voice. I leaned against him, the warmth of our connection and affinity. Sometimes, heat was emitted because of his excitement and enthusiasm. Omaga had advised caution about possibility of fever in a weakened body. About last month, Bratp got sick twice, dizzy with the extra heat. Yet, he had not rested because of his wish to go ahead with his promised appointments.
Once fed, this dissipated and he got well again. We wanted to be vigilant anyway, as this seemed a turn for the bad. ‘I’m not an invalid. Don’t be wet blankets. Cheer up.’ He grinned, saying that.

Next a woman in a country dress stepped up. Full skirts, bowed head in a hat, slippers. Suddenly her hat flopped off, out tumbled golden shiny curls similar to Lestat….
I tensed. Was it---oh no. please don’t let it be her…
Alarm bells went off in the blond. The hand on the seat clenched, he mouthed her name. Louis hadn’t noticed, dreaming. I spoke to him mentally.

Louis reached out to touch his clenched hand. “… not be her. Hold on.”

“But we haven’t spoken for years! Wanna see her so much!” though softer than the music, my friend was on the verge of shouting. It was hard enough for him to restrain himself. He leaned forward, almost standing.
Darn! Visitors weren’t supposed to go down there. I prayed that he wouldn’t ask me, or worse, just rush down there to interrupt. It is a sacred ritual.

She was blending in with the rest of them, weaving in circles. Could not see her face at all. There were 20 dancers. Louis frowned. Don’t see her? Which one?

Blond hair. Just now we saw her. Darn, was hoping she wouldn’t come.

Bianca------ Lestat called urgently, I want to go and talk to her. Won’t take a while. His cheeks flushed, almost panting. I met his gaze.
I understand. It might not be------ I said.

She may disappear again! She is my mother, my only kin left. Please! At least want to make sure.

Was it some apparition? Or a hallucination, that the blond wanted it to be her so badly?
Louis held him down and talked to him. I didn’t hear. The ceremony would be over soon.

I felt sorry for him. Of course I would have rushed down too, but this is a temple. Athene isn’t to be offended. He sat on the edge of his seat, digging his nails into the seat. Not what I had in mind, I had wanted them to relax and have fun.

I had had a nightmare, Lestat being strangled by this monster. He was sweating profusely, could not move and crying out for help. I was locked behind a strong door, couldn’t go to him. Could it be an omen?
.
He reached the place when the music stopped. Louis shook his head. “It might not be her. He misses her too much, Bianca.”

“What if Stat is mad? We’ve done the scanning and scouting secretly.”

“Shouldn’t be. They haven’t seen her.” Louis could listen to what went on. His love had grabbed some people and spoken furiously to them. Pale ghost like face etched defeat and grief, he marched up again.

“ I would be quiet, just to see her. Just now she’d still be there! Why did you stop me?” he demanded.

“Prince, I’m sorry. But this is a temple, can’t interrupt them.” Seriously I wasn’t being cutting, or factual. I loved him as a father, a brother. It cut me up to say that. Please don’t misread me.

Unfortunately Lestat wasn’t in an analytical mood. He assumed I was coldhearted and harsh. His eyes flashed crimson, lips clenched, the heat around us becoming sultry like summer. His fevers affected the temperature around. Louis touched him.
“Are you sick? Sit down.”
“No! I won’t!” Lestat snapped, turning to the exit and stalked off.
My heart sank. This wasn’t the first time, and he always forgives me. The famous Lioncourt temper was short. But it didn’t console me.

The lights dimmed to a minimal. The shy man danced with me. Harvest Moon night. “Tell me about that night.”

Athene saw the honest people working so hard. She treasures that, so Athene declared this day for husbands and wives. They would have a bountiful harvest. It is a kind of grace for them.
Wow so fascination. So, are we a couple? Hehe.

Yea. Remember you pretended to be my bf?(sober) He must be ill.
“Won’t forgive me,” I said, weeping. Vision blurred.
Louis said something nice and wiped my tears. Even kissed me I think… which startled me so much I stopped. Once, this guy vowed not to kiss another girl after his daughter.

Then he tried to scan for Gabrielle. I waited. He swayed on his feet, pressing a hand to his head. Sank down on the floor. “You ok?”
“No reply.” He leaned on the wall.

We walked around some more, but I didn’t get any calls or signals from the musician. I Sent that I would be free this Wednesday and where was he?

Home. Only Marcus there, watching tv. “Didn’t Lestat call back? Or message?” we asked.

“Nah. Thought you all went together.” After the tale, bro kind of blamed me. “Man, should’ve let him go. Now too angry. Don’t think he’ll speak when he’s mad.”

“I couldn’t! Halfway through the thing you know!” I yelled. “Call him. He answers you.”
In a way, they connected quite well whenever Lestat and Ivan were home. They had silent bonding time, different from our chats. The vampire took care of him, since both are youngest. I envied this common guys-bonding.

Guys don’t panic. He will be alright. Can you try?----- Louis said.

Ok, I got a tickle. Ivan said merrily. After adjusting, we could all hear his voice

I’m in Central. Will come back late. Sleep first.

To stall, he replied--- Could you buy me something?

What the--- ok, describe it, Stat reluctantly agreed.

New plug cable.

C’mon! Do I look like I know what you’re talking about? I’ll get muddled.

Orange one, the long one. see this picture. Will be ok. Have confidence in ya, man. I can’t go online without it.

Don’t blame me if I muddle. (not in an angry voice, normal)

No I won’t. Merci merci beaucoup, Lestat!

Next Lo dialled the cellphone. They share one, and usually Louis doesn’t take it, so it’s definitely with him. His intention was to test the instability of his mood: “Hello, mon ange, why didn’t you answer our calling?”

“Answered just now, didn’t I?” Stat shouted. It was because of the noisy background.

“Oh you got the message. Great. Don’t be too late, I’ll wait up for you.”

“Yes! No need to wait, sleep early, bye!” in a tad impatient voice. Implied we shouldn’t call anymore.

I wanted his soft side back, the sleepy guy who asked me to sit with him, hugs and kisses. I stayed awake in the dark, listening to the heartbeats of other animals. In tandem,, and crickets calling. Tears soaked my pillow.

A creak and slip shut of the main door. He’s back! I crept to my own door and peeked through. I can see who has come in downstairs, but it’s usually obvious. So I switched off all lights. Only my luminescent clock face said 02:00. The distinct outline of a male undressing, padding to the tv and turning it on, softening the volume. Once he switched a few channels, he leaned back, kicking off his shoes. Started sorting the mail at the same time.

I padded to the top of the stairs, one foot at a time. holding the banister, I sat and inched down so there was absolute silence. I masked my thoughts confusing them with the animals outside. A lamp near the letter pile flipped on. By now, I was right behind his armchair and opened my mouth.

When Lestat spoke, “You’re awake.”

I analyzed the tone. Surly, furious, or grieved. Neither, just normal. Uncertain of his mood and its extent, I remained behind him. He tossed a few letters out on the bin.
I whispered, “Yes. When are you going to bed?”

Not paying attention. Still staring ahead. I chanced a look, yea, his large grey pupils fixated, riveted ahead of him. What was so nice about that drama? A corny cast, lousy clothes, laughing away. He didn’t answer or acknowledge me.
I didn’t dare to touch him. A volatile character shouldn’t be touched. Everytime someone called, or we needed to talk, Stat switched off what he was listening to, or watching. He’s such a good listener. This meant I could not be forgiven. But I got to try.
“Lestat,” I raised my voice. Some distance, not too close. He didn’t look. “I was waiting. Are you free on Tuesday? I look forward to something.”

I told him goodnight.

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Next day there wasn’t even a reply or a note. I felt depressed and disappointed. Surely my stopping him wasn’t gonna be written up as a permanent mistake. I’m not perfect! I would like her to be there too! That’s not my fault!

Morning became afternoon. I dreaded going to his mansion, so went to my aunt’s place. I usually ate her cookies.

How sweet of you to visit me!
Haha, I thought, eating her chocolate chip
Bianca someone broke your heart? You look sad.
No, not really. I’m just tired.
He is a bloodchild? They are so unpredictable, dangerous! Not worth to be sad over. High strung.
But he’s good to me, normally. (funny she thought he was a child)

She said: there were others between unions too. My daughter went with Vincent. Only found he as one after she invited me to wedding.
How was that possible?
They’ve two kids,, mixed. So they can walk in the light.
And they always make up, she’s so fierce he wouldn’t flirt.

Chapter 59 another secret and a tiff

2008-04-24T22:41:00.000-07:00

“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.

2008-03-10T03:42:00.000-07:00

Auditions and FUN!

The day was drawing to a close with the fading of the light. I wished again for my night friends to experience the daylight beauty with me. The heat of the sun, not to harm but to warm, colours in full spectrum, warmth of laughter and tears…. The moonlight just was not enough.

Lestat told us about this new play he had accepted the role in! but it was a surprise he wouldn’t reveal. Marcus munched on a large Subway, while I ate my food. “ Can we go for your auditions? Or rehearsals? It’d be so nice!”

“No I don’t want you to. It’s messy, you won’t understand a thing, guys. Just come on the actual day… hmm I’ll let you know the start date. We’ll send out posters and flyers. I think it’ll be the start of next month,” Prince said.

“Why not? We wouldn’t laugh, Please! ” I protested. You may think are you nuts to push it far? But I know his limits, usually he won’t get mad at us that quickly. He’s forgiving to other races. Especially those he really reveres or adores.

He winced, snapping his fingers. Widening of the blue pupils. “It’s pointless! You go to a play to enjoy and see a story, drama play out. We’ll be in scenes, take 3, take 4 that kind of thing. And the boss’d be shouting at us to redo redo redo again. We’ve to follow his vision of what he wants.”

“ What about yours? I thought you signed up to express your emotions.”

“ Yea Ivan. Don’t hurry, it’s okay. Indeed I love to express myself, being an artiste! It’s mon passionata, but I can’t protest to this. He’s in charge. My friend Christopher, you haven’t seen him before.”

“ Intro us. Maybe we want to go onstage too!” I suggested, clapping my hands. We rose to walk on.

Lestat shook his head and spoke patiently. “Nope I can’t. prefer it this way. Next time when you’ve decided, I will do the connections for you.” He showed us a glimpse in his mind of the night before’s chaos over. , the man yelling orders, the youngsters tripping over stools and props, steamy atmosphere, Stat repeating an action over and over. Grumbling and shouting, third fingers shown.

“I kept forgetting to do that motion. We’ve to make it perfect. So it’s best that you see me at mine, and all of our efforts will bear fruit.”

The flyers and posters came out a few weeks before the opening night. It was called Masquerade and Blood. Lestat was in the middle of the pantheon of actors, grinning his signature impish way. He seemed to be a villain, with gold holstered guns. All the staff were humans, no cats or dogs. The actual night, first night! Louis, Chelsea and a few friends attended. I looked forward to it so much! Our friend had donned a black and white striped vest, ruffles on his sleeves, shiny boots and his hair was gelled back. He sparred his opponents with his fencer. Later on also tossed some fire brands. No problem for a natural born in stage acrobatics. The story to me is confusing despite all speaking modern. I think the vampire starred as two characters, he changed costumes in some scenes. As a ruffian, Lestat let his hair down unkempt, with a less stylish shirt unbuckled. He talked like a real gangster. The most vivid thing about this musical was the multiple costume changes, ruffles, no ruffles, plain wear, cowboy, classic, ruffian….

Jerod who was starring was quite a good looker with Derek. I found out he was also preter. They liked rock music and Lestat regarded them as blood brothers. Derek looked like a youngster but very often, they are over 100 years! Derek knelt to his boss and beffed him to spare his friend. Wow! After another fight scene, in which all of them exhibited their extremely cool agile moves, Bratp. Splattered tomato ketchup on his shirt, holding a blade between an arm. So funny, I couldn’t stop giggling. He pretended to fall down dead, singing a last defiant paragraph. A little girl knelt beside him wailing, holding his head up.

Afterwards he was worried his shirt would never have a totally clean front! It doesn’t wash off easily. Louis has explained some of the story to me, I tried to listen but didn’t get it at all. However I simply praised Bratp’s effort for making it come ot life for us. On the 3^rd day he was scheduled to sign autographs, a meet the fans section. Lots of gals produced bouquets.

“ So didn’t you bring all their gifts back?” I asked, casting around for the expected stuff.

Lestat moaned like a drunk knocked his forehead “ So many? No way! I just took one, and delivered the others to girls and friends. Didn’t want the stuff teddies either. I’ve enough of my own.”

He hadn’t showered but I hugged him suddenly. Tell ya, being with this impulsive and expressive artiste makes me softie! “ Thank you for the experience!”

“ Yea you improved. More heart in this act,” Louis said with humor.

He pretended to cry “ Hey! I also put in effort for the last one too. I improved? In what ways?”

“ The ruffian behaviour.”

“Haha. You’re welcome. And I enjoyed it so…” Lestat smiled faintly and sank down on the couch. Without the lights and costumes that strengthened his appearance, my friend had withered. He’d worked really hard. All his veins showed.

Haven’t you drank? You need to------ I added.

That ghastly eh? Don’t look

I do notice.. but I’m ok with it.

Gimme a kiss then. For blessing. He turned his cheek to the side. I pecked once and warmed his icy skin with my warm hands. Gestured for some peace.

Then in an instant, he had sunk into a deep slumber, mouth open, breathing quickly. Louis crossed the room, kneeling by his side and clasped his left hand. He seemed very sad.

“ Lo it’s ok. He’s gonna sleep and get well.”

Choices 57 The Sleep?

2008-02-08T23:58:00.000-08:00

Lestat, in a grey blazer with a lavender dress shirt , stepped off the porch. Going out again. If he left I would never catch up, so I yelled,“Hey man! Wait for me! I need-to- ask- you something!”

He had been tightening the straps on his shiny black boots. Smiled softly. “Ok let’s hear it.”

I stopped just short of knocking into the musician. “Will you be going into a very deep sleep?”

“Of course,” Lestat replied dismissively. “At sunrise without fail, as all of our kind does.”

“No! The more, heavier type of sleep. Hibernation. I – I want to spend more time with you! I’m sorry if I’ve hurt you. Please tell me if - ” I pleaded, almost crying. It might be one day when I came home to a silence, and Prince wasn’t going to respond or hug me. Nor hear his voice again for years! Louis’ description of his kind Sleeping underground without nutrition and the anime Bloodplus had increased my trepidation twofold.

My friend regarded me seriously, golden brows arched with a puzzled frown. “Bien entendu (of course) not after … why this all of a sudden?”

I blushed fiercely. But I was imagining things, the vampire did not glance at me now.

“I worry. The drowsiness. And you’re usually so active. ”

He led me to the swing seat and brushed my hair off my forehead. Our eyes met, green and iridescent violet-blue. “It’s ok cherie. I’ve been taking the drowsy medicine. That’s why.”

“Why? Don’t take them.”

He laughed heartily. “Oh silly. Those won’t make me go into the Sleep for years and years. Just one dosage to reduce the fluids, notice the sniffling these days.”

I felt guilty stab. Failed to notice. He continued, “It’s to help combat that. Then I’ll be well again. I shall promise you that I won’t do so without informing my family first.”

“Ok. That’s… great.” He smiled and clasped me against his warm body.

“Alright, if nothing more, I’ve gotta run! Au revoir.”

My prince, no our prince… such a tenderness always wells up and we wanna protect him.

Lestat wasn’t going to hibernate!

At this moment I was positive- my passion unbridled, racing untamed and wild! I laughed waving my arms. The winds surrounded my figure, billowing my hair, the birds cried. My hearing extended to them automatically translating. They were giving me joy. Thank you!

Louis was concerned. “You alright?” After some time, he came out, wiping his hands. “Come in, dinner’s ready.”

We cheered, trooping in. Louis laid out some more food, listening to our day and stuff. Celery, carrots, leeks, garoupa, snapper, roast ham… The phone shrilled. Yuck that tone. want to change it--- he thought.

Marc answered. “Hello? Yea, yea haha. No need. We’re eating right now. Really? Oh ok sure. Hmm, ask first. Our aunt’ll be coming. Ok bye.” He came back in and, “Lestat wants to know if we’re accompanying him for mass Sun. Doesn’t Aunt Sue arrive on her flight then?”

I considered this.

Meanwhile the very considerate Lo commented, “You’re not Catholic. It’s not necessary. I’ll go with him and maybe David. He won’t be alone. ” Marc was munching on meatballs. I tried them too, wow! The secret is in the sauce, part spicy part gooey. Yay!

“Actually it’s ok. Mass is eight right? Sure can make it. Our aunt’s often slow…” It was rare that Bondie asked us to go with him, it implied how much he wanted to bond with us.

“Really? So naughty.” The vampire said.

Stat returned in 10 minutes, upbeat and enthusiastic. He’d been asked by Santino to act in another play. It’d commence early this month. Next week he’d be attending the rehearsals. Beamed all his fangs showing. “Will you be gracious enough to come?”

We immediately responded, hard to fight his happiness. “Sweet. I’d better work harder to live up to my good name.

Thoughtfully he said, “But isn’t your relative coming over? You can go meet her. It’s no problem for me.”

He ought to take the medicine now. In a large bottle, it was a thick viscuous liquid. I wondered where the spoon was.

“Nah why bother? I just swallow a few mouthfuls. Can’t find, it’s lost,” Bratprince said. He shook it and screwed it open.

“You have to follow the dosage Stat! No wonder get so sleepy.” Louis chided handing him a medical spoon. “Only 15 ml.”

The blond read the label, laughing. That was infectious and became even worse for us as he gagged down the concoction. Hysterical mirth! Lestat glanced at us sidelong, then disappeared. We felt his fingers tickle our sides and necks.

I tried to stop laughing enough to counterattack but failed to. He stopped his antics and declared, “ Enough! Let’s read a story together. Come.”

My little cousin had popped by for a babysitting session. She, a little masked raccoon, was a hit with my friends. She liked to wash her face licking her black paws. Louis cradled her and talked baby talk. Lestat took her in his lap, reading illustrated Peter Pan.

*********

On Sunday, however his reticence was stoic, our concern mounted. Was it worry or illness? He simply gazed out the window at the evening setting. As the bus slowed at the street, Lestat still did not reply.

“Are you ok? You’re very somber.” Marc spoke, inquisitively. His pupils inflated.

Stat started at this. “Oh, yes.… right now, I miss my family. We were not happy, but they were All I got. I try to visualize what it will be like if they were here with me now. You both have each other, even if Mr and Mrs Bratford aren’t around all the time.” His voice was low, steady and not tearful.

Inside the church we took a new row to gain new perspective. This time the right wing- middle. We haven’t come for two whole months. It’s still mystical and grandiose to us! The pews, statues and overall coat of paint. The Saints look upon us benevolently. I like to learn interculture and inter-religion. It is ethnocentric and stupid to think yours is superior to others’.

Only my friend knelt and crossed himself. For Eastern Orthodox they cross themselves in the opposite direction. My sensei concentrated hard, lips moving slightly. Bro and I admired this piety. In our religion, it’s more of a celebration of being happy and not pentup! Happiness is essential for Shapers, as we intertwine with nature’s gifts and love. If we are sad, the ceremony won’t work. Shapers’ religious worships and dances take place during the daylight. I could bring night people to the opening for visitors’night. They think of making it more official during the open because the heritage needs the tourism dollars.

I knelt too beside my friend and concentrated. after a long time, the words flowed eloquently to my brain. Please grant his wish to see his family, he misses them so much. But, I really don’t want him to sleep for 10 or 20 years. I’ll miss him a lot. And I know—Lestat has taken life again and gain, but only the bad guys. I beseech you to forgive him.

During the time to say peace to the others, the blond prince turned to me, mild surprise showing on his white face. Almost going to say something, then he bent over and kissed me. I hurriedly reciprocated to some people around me. Lestat’s gloved hands took mine and my brother’s protectively. It was sweet to feel the warmth.

After church he left quickly. I was too short to run that fast. Bro Changed into his serval shape and bounded up to him. Wait for us! What’s the hurry?

I was pleased he had halted. Then he bent to the statue nearest, touched the toes and closed his eyes for a while. Back to normal Bratprince self, he came to reality and stood up.

“Shall we go shopping? Wanna buy a new pair of jeans.”

“Yea ok! Um, we were concerned you suddenly became withdrawn,” I said.

He looked at the bushes nearby. “Sorry, praying. I’m here for you guys now.”

The day was drawing to a close with its final closing of the light. I hoped my friend would not reiterate that he wanted to be in the light. In his perception, seeing the light was like the miracle of a ‘biblical promise unfulfilled for two hundred years’.

This would be 300 years I guess.

I said that I’d bring them to the Athenian Temple when it was ready. “So what jeans will you check out?” bro asked.

Stat smiled, brightening. “There’s this pair going for only 50 or 60 bucks. Greyish blue.”

“Ho, you finally think it’s ok to aim for below $100!” I teased. Tapped his wallet.

“hey hey. You’re so annoying. Brattie.”

“You’re the Only brattie here. Where?” Bantering followed.

At the mall Stat walked into the store and told the man he wanted that pair. The salesman led him to the fitting rooms. We headed for the Tshirts and I looked for a violet blouse. It’d be nice to acquire one. I peeked at the blue plastic bag Lestat brought out.

He wondered, “Are you going to buy something?”

“No. don’t think so.”

“Why?”

“Just to accompany monsieur.”

He sighed. “Come, how about some snacks? Or a drink?”

We settled down at a snack café. I ordered some cakes.

My sib went to buy a 1 foot long sandwich. I pushed forward a plate of small cakes.

“Try one. don’t worry about it being indigestible.”

56: My gift of True Past plus a Sweeping search…

2008-01-13T21:15:00.000-08:00

It was Artemis’ magic and M’s intuition that got me drawn to a relationship (nah not intimately) with my vampire friends. I know who she is but technically not supposed to discuss it, so I won’t. She is a respected woman Lestat and Louis and Quinn know very well. The certainty of it was ringing as I awoke from my slumber. It was 6, very early for me.

I checked my alarm: it was set to go off at 5.45. It must have stopped when I hit the snooze again! I lay in awhile, then kicked my feet up. I am aerobically gifted by my slim legs and flying strength. Today was new, because I realized that I’ve got new talents after my latest evolution, the ability to visit a Past. Omaga had sent me a message that he’d meet me after school to discuss about how to control it. It is dangerous to slip into the Past when I walk across the busy street for example. I rolled out of bed, somersaulted out to get ready.

Wow, breakfast smelled delicious! Eggs and toast, with caramel coffee!

I was punctual for our meeting at the office. My stomach growled for more appetizing food. My sight noticed a submarine sandwich and an energy bar. Those were finished in a flash. Omaga apologized for being late. His white feathers sprouted from the top of his head, intelligent amber eyes connected with me…. I always had a respect for owls who can peek right into your soul. The last time Omaga had reprimanded me for not controlling my storm when I’d written the rune in.

“Tell me again how you visited Louis’ past. Please.”

I recounted as much accuracy as possible. Frankly, I was barely able to recall already.

The owl waited for what seemed like eternity, then whispered something to himself.

My heart hammered and I felt sticky and breathless. Oh no, couldn’t something be done about it?

Then he smiled warmly and extended a hand with many markings of seniority. His voice was lighter than his formality. “Bianca, thank you for coming in today. I will tell Juno and the others, we need to consult first. I’ll meet you again.”

That sounded very unassuring. “Does it mean this is dangerous? Last night, you told me that it hasn’t surfaced for decades! Why do you think it has chosen now, and me? What if I slip into a trance when I’m absorbed?”

Omaga rose in a flurry of soft robes. He took my face in his feathery hands. Yup, I didn’t mistakenly type that in, he had grown feathers on his human palms! My astonishment was also amazement. Like me… my neck bore three new red ones. “I will need to think about this some more and discuss with others who’ve experience. Don’t worry about it. Hold on to your reality. I also want to inform you about your reports.”

Oh no! This week the school would mail out copies to parents. One to my family here, and the other to mom and dad. They were gonna Kill me! Before my leave of absence to the islands, I had been so excited that I’d not studied for three tests. I got Ds I think!

You should have. I haven’t made a copy to your birth parents yet. But the mail will reach the Ls tonight. So you’d better be prepared---- he chuckled.

Omaga, this is not funny. Couldn’t you explain on my behalf? Lestat’s recent recovery and stress has been high. Please!

You only had one D and a C for maths. The rest are As. So there’s nothing to worry about. You can opt to take a simpler version of your D subject if you like and go for maths remedial.

Quinn’s tutoring me. I don’t have to stay back right?

Omaga flashed a neon green for annoyance. My child, you bother people! I know he is busy with college, how can you trouble him?

I triumphantly yelped------ Hahaha he can. Vampires are multi tasking people!

Solemnly he said he would find out about what he could of this visions gift and reply me properly the next time.

*******

545pm

Had So much explaining to do. Sigh. One challenge after the other. I checked the mailbox, nope. It would really come in only night. Shit. I brought out my packed lunch and munched the roast beef, tomatoes, celery and apple. Dinner had been made by Flora our cook. She touched my head as she passed.

At 730, my friends would surely be awake. I listened outside Lestat’s door. Clicking and keytaps. Hmm, surfing the net? Not kidding.

“Bonsoir Sir.”

Stat smiled, wheeling his chair to me. On the screen was classical music links to composer names. “Papillion! How’re you?”

“Fine,” I replied, kissing his cheek. “Um what’re you doing? You said you hate comps.”

“Looking at Chopin. No I like the internet. ” The blond wheeled back and clicked. “See, if I play this, the music comes. And I’ve found more interactive media. Next time lessons will improve. I love Chopin’s pieces. Ask me.” He bowed to me, sweeping gesture.

“Tell me.” I said in a dull tone.

“I like his soothing pieces. It’s too bad he died young. Why do you think they died?” now his expression was piercing and looked into my head. I felt nervous.

“Sorry.” Lestat’s pupils swiveled to a painting above me.

“Hmm tuberculosis? Coz they had not cure. Scarlet fever. So they died. All workaholics, sensei. Main reasons.”

“Yea.” He sounded so happy that he must not have opened the mail yet! “Krys. What’s wrong?”

I had to go now! I hugged him and rushed downstairs at the paper sound. Slip through the slot. Someone was already intercepting. “Hmm what is this? Report?” Louis murmured. How does he look? His dark hair flows over his shoulders smoothly, incandescent pupils catching the last of the sunlight, clad in grey and brown.

“Haha that’d be for me.”

Quirk of an eyebrow. “I want to see it.” Smile of cunning.

“Ok. Please don’t blow up.”

“You failed? How many?” Louis asked in his jesty tone, cutting it open with his long fingernail. It works like laser knives in their people.

“I didn’t fail. Um, but…” I trailed off. He will know all by scanning. Now he glared at me.

You’re done for! Why didn’t you study?! --- in his most angry voice.

Louis had to tell his maker of course. With standard procedure that we should be grounded and he should be stricter on us. Lestat just took that calmly. Only blinking. I had my placating sad eyes. Sorry sorry sorry.

The marquis turned to me. Well? Do you have any explanations?

No. I didn’t study very well. For maths, I attended everything. I dunno how and why…

Do you want to be grounded?

NO!

I want to take you out for some operas. And this Won’t work too well. We can’t control you in the day. I’d be sad without your companionship------- he replied with a straight face.

COOL! I’d Really like to go out for operas!! I shouted.

Yay! it’s set.

The accusing vampire was looking pissed, his hair messy and his eyes darkly circled.

Clearing of throat. “Stat, what’re you up to? No response at all. So disappointing. What’re we gonna tell Mr and Mrs Bratford?”

“Hmm, censor the Ds. Just the usual they’re cool and stuff. I still want to bring them out for education. It’s inconvenient to ground them, Lo. Let’s think of other ways.” He winked at me.

I tried not to smile, though it was difficult. Such an imp is Bratprince. Louis grumbled to himself. “I am not going to lie.”

Lestat stuck out his lower lip. “You’ve been lying to them that you’re human! Technically we would just be censoring. Bianca and Ivan’re good kids. They should be able to enjoy the classics and dramas. I want to cultivate their love for the arts.” I usually didn’t like being called a kid, but I was so overjoyed I was not being grounded! It is true , they’re older than time.

Louis internally went really crazy. (from his swishing purple auras) But he restrained himself and monotonously grumbled, “What do you suggest then?”

Stat regaled him with a withering look (remind him he's Boss) combined with a puppy gaze. He sat down and closed his eyes. “Well… I think doing the dishes and the trash is bad enough.”

Louis brightened and grinned ferally. He laughed wickedly.

I didn’t see that coming. “But I don’t Want to do them! It sucks!”

Stat touched my hand, his pupils very wide and blue. “You should. We don’t dine. Yet we’ve done those things for you, freely.”

I replied, “Not fair.”

Stat pulled me against him and rubbed my back. I relaxed, trying to rouse myself. Oooh, so sleepy. Can’t stay awake.

His fledge thought, “Ok I agree . You’d better study harder next time. You don’t have to get all As but try harder.”

I hugged my friends. Of course Louis hastened to say that he was quite angry with me. but I didn’t believe him at all. He was fighting a smile from breaking out.

My father does not let us vent our anger, but he vents his anger openly on us. If I shout at him I will be condemned, threatened. My mom would intervene. She hates any form of expressed rage. I fall between these two categories, I want justice but I don’t mind confrontation. Logical reasoning runs all things in this world. It’s useless to jump about swearing, nagging and all that, whatever for? Stat’s more passionate than logical. When I explain this to him, he will become annoyed. I’ll forget it, he cuts me slack and he belonged to the Renaissance era anyway! He has undisputedly good qualities.

Louis is willing to listen coolly and logically. It’s probably due to upbringing. His family never hollered at one another, so peaceful! I envy him that, his mortal life was blissful! “When my bro and cousin died, we mourned them. The only time I got depressed. ”

“Everything would become quiet? No one complaining?”

Louis patted the space beside him. I sat down, leaning against him. “No I don’t believe in rows.” He kissed the top of my head.

“I think your family was very nice. Did you miss them? Write letters?” I wanted to know.

“Yea. I suppose…” he trailed off, suffused with gentleness and reflection, sorrow and less stoic. After a while, he sighed. “Actually my parents worked in church. As a child, it had been my ambition to be a priest. I really wanted, I wish I could do that.”

I felt sad and it must have shown on my features. I tried not to cry. Louis now rested his green gaze upon me. Then wouldn’t be a vampire, forever locked in twilight…

But Louis’ rare mirth emanated from his normally jaded voice, “But I have no regrets meeting any of you! My boyfriend, David, Mona, Quinn, Armand, because I am immortal now. And even if it’s boring, I can tolerate the loneliness. It’s easier now.”

I rubbed the tears away. He crossed his legs. The owls hooting, breathing. Night crickets. My brother swore with some four letters. Spoiling the effect! Louis glared at the stairs directing a telepathic thought up. I thought he was admonishing him, then my bro bounced down in his cat form. Louis slid out a photo album.

“I’ve pictures of Gabrielle. They were taken by David’s men.”

What could this mean? Her back faced the camera all the time, blurred. My bro changed back. “Eh? Want us to help trace her too?”

“Oui, Marc. She was last seen in Greece. Usually she goes to Egypt.”

“When was the last time you spoke?”Marc asked, focusing his mind. Once he gets details, he’ll persevere like hell until it gets done. Louis thought for a moment.

Louis said, “Last 2 years I think.”

“So recent,” I replied, closing my eyes. Trace on…

“Not that recent. Now it’s 2006. And I’m not certain. We discussed Egyptian theories of mummification and death. Theories that could be connected to how we began.” His voice was soft and lulling. It shaped the dreamy atmosphere for us to seek for Gabrielle. Very unclear, the Lioncourt family heritage of golden hair in a braid, or let loose. Tanned skin showed she’d sunned herself!

Wearing 17^th to 18^th C clothes, a hat and boots. In one photo, she did look directly at the camera, her face half frowning, but blue orbs dancing iridescent and unpredictable. Yet she masked by restraint. Cold powerful goddess of the earth. A Female version of Bratp.

Photos that are not digitally taken are very imprinting, you can go deep and touch the person. Louis Spoke Ok, I’ll try Africa. Take them in slowly, or you’ll get migraines. Can you do Greece please?

We nodded and began. Let’s show you how it’s done. In normal scanning, you search the minds of people all around you and gauge roughly if they had seen or met target. But with the help of a photo, it’s much easier and specific. Scan for this person, then for people around her at that time. it involves time travel, to the time period where the photo took place. I found a pic of the tracker and focused on him too.

Headache. I pulled back, no luck. Too blurry. Louis’ eyes were blank, lips apart, sweat on his temples. My bro was panting a little. They can hold out? “Any luck?”

Louis rubbed his head and nose bridge. “Last time was a blurred image, in Cairo. I couldn’t confirm. Too tired.”

“Don’t worry. We’ll try again.” And agreed not to tell Lestat. He is too kind to allow us to be exhausted on his behalf.

part 2 Lestat and I

2008-01-11T19:00:00.000-08:00

Nostalgia- how we became closer

His violin is very large, but you know that preternatural strength is immense. Anything can be managed. Of course this does not mean they are invincible. Lestat placed it inside his bedroom close to the curtains. I didn’t notice where it was kept, until he showed me. it was dry and comfortable, a small secret place opened by lightly pressing a button to loosen the panel.

He played me some pieces and talked briefly about his close brother Nicolas de Lenfent.

I never ceased to be amazed by the musician’s childlike disposition. He never sounded negative or like an old person. He easily dissolved into mirth or tears when he felt excited, saddened or met up with someone! He would ask me politely if crying blood frightened me.

“No it’s ok. I think you’re like a statue.”

His chuckle sometimes could become a real laughing fit if he failed to suppress them. “How nice! If only we could be brother and sister. You’d be my kiddie sis of course! Nice company.”

“What about your doggies?” Seriously and personally, I balk at dogs. They salivate, shed hairs and are smelly.

The marquis scowled. “Dogs Are man’s best friends! I agree with that. They’re not dirty, Bianca. I bathed my dogs every 3 days. Best pups in the litters. Other dogs might be, not mine!”

“Oh, sorry.” I tried to be truly sorry but I couldn’t.

Why can’t you agree with me? ------- internally he cried.

Lestat explained some more, “They were okay. Dogs’ve never betrayed me, or asked me to do things beyond my power. More human than beast.” He shot me a forgiving look. “Didn’t have a dog?”

I Recalled. Cats, hamsters, fish, some of whom expired when we moved house. I’ve given up on a concept of pet, just love myself. I am an animal.

“I see. They’re very good. Some save their owners though they’ve been abused. I hate cats,” Lestat confided.

I smiled. “Haha. We’re on opposite ends. For once. Say, got a snack? I’m famished again.”

He got up lithely. In the kitchen, he peeked inside the fridge. However he felt stumped by the food variety.

“Dumplings, octopus balls, spaghetti, pork buns, so many…. which one?”

“I want spag. Do you know how to cook?” I piped up, seating myself. The vampire took out the packet and examined it critically. Flipped to the back.

“Um… says 11 minutes. I regret that the answer is no. Can you cook? I learn fast. Next time?”

I took the packet and tore it open, measuring the amount I wanted. Emptied half, should be enough. Again, the gentleman simply stared in amazement but no comment on my appetite. I heated up the water in the saucepan, placed the strands in and waited. Once the water boiled, I stuffed them in to become soft. Next, I whipped up the sauce to match, nonspicy tomato ketchup, peppercorn, spices which were in the store. Will do. I hunted inside the fridge. Yes! Leftover chicken. Cool cool. When the whole thing was ready, I tipped my spaghetti steaming on a plate and the gravy on top.

TUCK IN! “Impressive. I’ll do it for you next time.” He said. Clapped.

I smiled. “Merci.” Slurped my noodles. Heaven.

“How is it?” Lestat sat beside me and looked at it curiously. “I think I choked when I ate this.”

“Try. The gravy.” I handed hima teaspoon. Now his pretense is very real, except he consumes only a tiny amount. When they lick, they do it like aliens, sniffing, lick of chops and swipe only the corner of the spoon.

“Good. Thanks.” He scooted off, asking me to enjoy.

Then I realized how hurt he must feel. How could I eat in front of him, my host? It must be tragic not to be human once more. Not forever…. I closed my eyes, focusing. There Lestat headed, whistling, his white shirt a bright glow. The lights were now brightened, but I didn’t mind the dim. I can see well.

Then he rose into the air, about 3cm off the floor, zoom to the hallway. If you look in you;ll mistaken this person for a ghost! Their abilities are like ghosts, but still flesh and can be pressed. I’m more afraid of ghosts. It’s the magic of the vampire gift.

Not all of them can fly and why, he didn’t disclose. He chose to change the subject. I just attributed it to his wish to maintain the mystery so I would keep coming.

Stat I’m sorry. So rude of me!

Why? What’s wrong?----- he tolled like a bell.

You can’t eat. I’m sorry. I like company when I’m having a meal. I hope you don’t mind.

No response. So I headed back to the kitchen where the food had cooled. I was down to half when my friend came in softly. “Hello.” He’d changed, his hair tied back, brown sweater and shorts. Placed a book on the table. “Accompany you.”

“What’re you doing?” it was lined with paper, some of which had writing.

“Writing a diary.”

“You keep one? Wow yea your book. Now you still do this?”

His smile was warm and a red film covered his pupils. Why so emotional? He blinked. “Oui because it’s therapeutic for my soul.”

The red film was the tears he wanted to weep. It alarmed me. I touched his hand, watching the words form. Squiggly. But I could read if I concentrated. I finished my food and washed the dishes. He was engrossed and didn’t say anymore.

“Stat. can I read that?” just a casual question.

Surprises. He answered yes. “Once I finish, go ahead. I love an audience.”

“Isn’t it err… confidential? Mushy,”

“No!”he yelped, then laughed, “ I’m not a romance writer. It’s about what I’ve done. You can understand me better. I’d like that.” His tone sincere and soft.

Why? What if I don’t want to?----- I jumped started.

He pretended not to hear this although I sure as hell, didn’t shield that. “So, any more food you’d like? I’ll ask the matron to order more.”

He didn’t look so good. I waited for a bit as Lestat finished two pages. “When’s your dinner? Or supper? You don’t look well.”

He sighed and stopped for a while, thinking. It must be terrible to see someone feasting and not be able to eat. I have not known anyone this disciplined. My friend asked me if I would be picked up tonight. He wanted to send me home.

“I doubt it. My parents work so much, they come back like, once every 3 to 4 months. Oh yea, I almost forgot. Tomorrow…” I dug my bagpack for my file and out came a flier. “There’s a movie screening. It’s some sort of arts fiesta. The entrance fee is cheap. Would you like to go with us?” Alex and his sister, my cousins had asked me.

Lestat’s face was remote, pallid and the large incandescent irises superimposing on me. I looked above to his forehead. Softly, “Sorry, I’m quite tiedup. Thank you anyway for inviting me.”

I didn’t mind. Hah, you Are busy with vampire business. Coz you didn’t bother and now it’s piling up right?

No! That’s rubbish. What do you mean?-------- he replied swiftly. Impish smile of his full red lips.

Oh, business. As in sucking blood, having affairs, meeting friends, I dunno. It’s ok.

I raised an eyebrow to look really cool saying that.

Lestat glared at me. I poised for an attack. His hand reached out, which I avoided. “I’m not a busy person. I like to daydream. How dare you insult me.”

“I didn’t mean it. Ok cya. I’m going to bed now.” I walked off, trying to remember which was my room. He had made up a spare room for me to stay.

*********

I was lying in bed, placed two cucumbers on my eyelids to cool them. Couldn’t sleep yet. Sigh. I had to sleep! Was Lestat into action movies? No, didn’t seem like it. Too bad he couldn’t go for this one. It was by a French guy with a couple of Belgians. It was all action and mystery.

I flipped to the bookmark where Lestat was performing.

“Bianca.”

I started. Fair Warning, he’d called my name first. Knock. “Can I come in?”

“Yea.” I took off the cucumber slices. The slender guy stopped within inches of my bed.

“Maybe I can go later. I couldn’t cancel on my friends. I’d love to watch a movie with you sometime. Who’re you going with?” his tone was friendly and entertaining. He smiled which softened the cold resolve of the undead.

“My cousins. That’s cool.”

“Can I see the poster? Wow!” as soon as he picked it up, he looked much better. I think positivity also motivates a vampire like a human.

Carelessly I lapsed into mind telepathy… Hmm thought you’re more of an opera classics man. I just found out from TVL. You’re a stagie.

Good good, you’re catching up on me. what’s a stagie?

A person who’s into acting and opera. ------ I said slightly embarrassed.

Oh. Funny nickname. I’m not Just a stagie, cheriepie. I like modern things too, except steam trains, noisy machines and computers.

Suddenly he seemed to tense and clutched his stomach. His lips pulled back, revealing sharp canines. Glare of a beast. I moved back for the door. Doesn’t show the thirst expression often, it’s an anti climax of a Dracula film. This freaked me coz Lestat always fed before meeting me. plus, he never let people who saw his fangs live.

“Lestat. Are you… um.”

He closed his mouth, clenched his fists. The fit passed. He relaxed again, pained. “Excuse moi. Had a gastric. Have to go now.” I nodded. He flung open the windows and jumped.

I saw him running with blurring speed to the clearings and beyond.

Later it’d really be a case when he attempted to bite me.

#Appendix 3, first times with princie….

2008-01-04T17:15:00.000-08:00

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… Egypt. The hesitation was strange to me coz he didn’t say it was a sensitive subject.

Not Transylvania? Like on tv? I’m sorry if you’re angry.

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 Egypt. The king Osiris didn’t die, as the legends say. Bianca, he was resurrected and healed by his wife Isis. His body parts came together in the coffin. I broke a rule telling you. We’re not allowed to…”

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 America. Few in Asia. Egypt was fresh. How old was he? I almost balked when he said 200 and older than that. But true, he sounded like 20s, but dressed very oldfashioned- waistcoats, wristwatches, ribbons, silk… Calculating, he was born during the 1750s/. Analysing me, the vamp was anxious.

“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.

55:Perspective of Insecurity-- sequel to the truth behind Lestat’s confidence

2007-12-21T12:00:00.000-08:00

No remorse coz I still remember,

The smile when you tore me apart.

and made me realize

It was all just a lie!

Could have been forever

Now we’ve reached the end

(Angels within temptation) from a beautiful video by ChristineDaae

I always think that my mentor is extremely confident. Let me refer to some of his performances in his band! That was the time he could be Lelio like he aspired to be… in Paris. It’s my favorite moment, even though I don’t know the full details. We were very close but it still ached to discuss this sadness.

His stage persona is so vibrant! Magnetic is almost hitting it, but not quite. If I get a time machine, I would tune it so I can attend his concert live. Jumping prancing to all of San Francisco, living in the moment!

I complained about my bad speech. We had to be reviewed by our peers, and the overconfident asses had rated me poorly! What did they have against me? must they burst my balloon? It’s not fair that I don’t have a gab-gift but they do! Talk does NOT mean you can do something. I’ve always hated public speaking. I know people can overcome this problem—it’s a mind barrier, but I don’t see that day coming along. I welcome it! sure, people get butterflies but mine are the worst.

“That’s kind of a pity. Hmm…” Lestat considered, rubbing his chin. Tonight my friend wore a black silk top with patterns emblazoned across. It clung to his great figure. We love seeing him in black which accentuates his yellow mop of hair and the electric blue-purple of his eyes. “I’m so sorry.”

“How how? When I started off it was totally screwed! I had it all rehearsed. You heard me talking to myself right?”

“Yup. The recruitment for the orphanage right?” he confirmed. I smiled.

He ran his left hand to brush off a strand that got in his eyes. In this casual movement, my friend actually moved his hips according to the suede material. How hot! “How did you mess up? I’ve got pics from your mind, but they’re not clear.”

“I started with a disjointed sentence! What’s wrong with me? I blabbered and all the way my stomach felt colder and colder. Butterflies came to my throat. I wanted to puke. How lucky you are. Confident in front of the crowd!”

The blond reached over and patted my hand. His touch was warm and comforting. I gazed at the whiteness and the spidery veins.

“It’s alright. Don’t worry,” he soothingly purred. That is a complimentary ticket, if you can’t see a handsome guy, you should hear his voice. Layers of softness, ring of sincerity, masculine vibe.

“Bianca, are you dreaming again?”

“Yea ha. Sorry.”

He sat opposite me gracefully. Picked up the cup I had used off the edge of the table. “I was also scared. There were Millions and millions of audience. I had no prior experience. Lelio in my village was nothing, just 10 maybe? These people in the 20^th Century knew music, and talent. I didn’t want to disappoint them. had to give them more than my album and videos. San Francisco was hot! Literal firing up my senses. Don’t you recall, I got blood sweat breaking out all over me. The butterflies in me went wild, worsened by the shouting and the noise! Lights hurt my eyes. Practicing in the studio was not preparing for this much.”

I gestured for him to go on, delighted in the images he presented. He showed me color images of the crowd, for him I couldn’t see as it’s his memory (you can’t see yourself as third person). “Lestat even if you’re scared, they’d melt at your grin. Can’t imagine anyone not.”

He clasped his hands together and pressed to his lips. “Oh I’m flattered. I was more frightened than excited. Both running together at the same time. I’m not a planner. I just go and do the thing. Everytime there’s a curtain, I think of the endless possibilities. Why don’t you try that, picture the beginning. Like curtain call.”

“I dunno.. The curtain would make me puke.” We cracked up.

“That’s a barrier, you see? If you think badly, it comes out badly. Think positively—like—I will make it. Your success not your fear. Our minds determine how we act! As a telepath, you can visualize greater heights!” Bratprince intoned, higher pitched. Then dropped to a gentle note, “It works for Jeanne. My shy friend, he lost the shakiness towards the middle. From experience, once you know what you’re talking about, and the intro’s great, you’re a success.”

I nodded, refilling more cherry flavor. “How can you stop the butterflies in your stomach then? Does it happen, is there a cure?”

His laughter was rich. I stared at him incredulously… what’s funny about it? And a little blue hurt. How could you laugh at me? Finally he stopped, gasping, pushing away some red tears.

He looked like a striped doll. “Aw, sorry. But, it was so funny. Butterflies stopping. Nada, you’ll always have them. Some big, some small. I haven’t stopped them. As I said before, I’m not confident. Being the youngest, I got low self-esteem. Opposition from every side.”

He had now reduced to a small smile. Normal. Actually he’s not scary when he smiles (to his claim). Lestat’s glare is intimidating, but what should freeze your ass is his stone-cold expression. “Look! The stars are out!”

I saw them, but felt more gloomy. “I’m gone.”

“Pie, it saddens me: your down heartedness. Was it me? I was not laughing at you.”

“Not really.”

“Ahhh being tactful again. No need to. I’m strong enough to take it. Anyway come here. I wanna hold you tight.”

The vampire knelt till we were face to face level and pulled me an embrace. I stiffened at his cold breath, which smelled minty. The teeth sheathing out…

I’m not gonna bite. My mouth’s still numb from the cough mixture. So bitter.

Haha, yay!

Wicked child. I closed my hands behind his neck and nuzzled on his shoulder. One of his soft hairs tickled my nose. He sighed. Felt his chest move a bit.

You hurt? Chest pains----- I asked, drawing back

No no. The rosy mouth that gave love kisses, tenderness, could be angry yet normal, his talent which coaxed the piano of its music. He masked his gentleness and commented, “You can improve. I believe in you. Want to practice? I can give you the eye contact and get more people to be your audience if you like.”

Gratefully, I jumped up. I would inform them all next time. I felt like goose pimples would break out. Yikes. My teacher seemed miffed. “Sorry. I’m still shy. But not fear of you.”

“Huh! Better not.” He snorted. I want to be you! I wanna be like you. Why do you fear me? He’d shouted on the first night.

Butterflies don’t go away. I am a performer, want approval. That new role I got? I was doubtful I could sing.

Yes after coughing so much.

But I did! Wanted to please them, need to feel the love and adoration for me. Hehe selfish thoughts. Think of performing, or speaking in your case, as offering a meaningful thing.

I stroked his shirt. He looked kind of sweaty. Having a fever? The other time before his stage act, he had been feverish but refused to rest. We had tried to stop him but my friend had fervently declared that he had made a kind of promise to act and he should not let down the audience.

I caught his sleeve. “You alright? I got worried when you were so late.”

“I am. Feel hot … I did tell you I was supporting a friend acting.”

“I forgot. You smell good.” Yay Chels and I had bought it and he was using Calvin Klein.

Then I drifted into a trance of my own, lost in the depths of his fairness. If only they could come out with me in the day. There’d be endless things we could do together! Widening the depths of my brain, traversing to the space of infinity. A nightmare about burning. It looked like the time when Louis set fire to his house! Setting was 17^th century Nouvelle- Orleans. Lots of trees, tea plantations. The slaves yelling in panic, the two of them escaping from the inferno, horses whinnying and escaping, clatter of hooves.. no way this was a movie. The movie had cut out those parts of my preternaturals’ story. It was vivid and like I was there personally and could not cry out. Past Lestat and Louis running to the horses, mounting them. people as black as night brandishing their fire brands, dancing, sparks flying. Had I just did a time travel? How could it be possible?

I had to ask my teacher Omaga about this…

“Papillion, you did? See us in the past? How about what we said?” Stat piped up from the left of me. I woke up.

“Err… no. just the running and the panic. I couldn’t follow you guys. Only for a while and I dunno why?”

Louis had returned and he asked--- what’s going on? You looked lost and blank. Your aura was white.

I had a visitation to your past. I didn’t read anything to do with it, but it was there. Aloud to reassure Stat, I said, “ He’s home! Did you buy any chocz?”

The blond pressed a hand to his temple. “He was back 15 minutes ago. And I talked to you but you didn’t respond.” I opened the box and sank my teeth into juicy dark chocz!

The burning curiosity lighted them but I had to stave off the questions. My turn to keep secrets. “Um fire is a destroyer of life. But you said it brings life. Do all of you have this gift?”

“I don’t have it.”

Lestat became very serious at this question. “Fire can bring life. But as first hand sufferer of the destruction, it’s more of an enemy than a friend. The oldest of us have this gift only. For me, it was a sudden big responsibility. I had to reject it. I’d rather have a Healing, or something less of a weapon.”

Louis hugged him and kissed his ear. “I’d better not drink from ya. Have you taken your medicine?”

“Very bitter. Once I’ve stopped the coughing, not gonna take it anymore.” Louis was dismayed, frowned at him. The blond excused himself. Exit stage left.

“Krys what’s going on? why did you become like a statue?” he fired anxiously.

“Lo, it’s hard. I dunno…”

He swallowed, emeralds glinting. “I’ll give you time. Is it to do with your increasing strength? When you left for that time?”

Something like that. I could not reply him. I only wished that I knew how often I would enter a trance. Omaga I had a vision into the True past.

My child that gift has not appeared for decades! How?

I don’t know. I’ll come see you tomorrow. Can I ?

I watched youtube online videos. It’s a free channel you can see about everything posted. Muttering, where is it? I know I saw it somewhere…. Aha! Knock.

“Come in.”

“I had this lucky charm. It gives confidence. I wish you success,” bratp told me, producing a sapphire colored stone in the shape of a leaf. It was simple and symbolic.

“It’s so cute. You bought it?”

“Let me pin it on for you.” I felt shy as he got close and opened the clasp.

“Thank you.”

“It was my mother’s. I never did pawn all her jewellery. I kept this in my pocket, during my plays. And I improved.”

So much history behind it. I couldn’t… I said so.

Lestat bounded away, at my doorway now. He wagged a finger “I have enough luck already. And overflowing with confidence. You may give it back next time. no hurry.”

“But it’s the only thing you’ve of Gabrielle. I feel bad.”

Stat refused. Tears almost dripped as he whispered, “No butting. I can’t be there for you personally. You’ve potential. Just keep it. My mother’s inside of me. She’ll never leave.”

********

Reminders of how I might have seen her. But I couldn’t tell him. It’d make him exuberant, heart pounding, flying kind of joy if I could announce yes, Gabrielle had been here. His greatest reward.

No Krys. I’ve gotta talk to you about it. When are you free?

Louis, I didn’t. (I didn’t say about this heartfelt gesture)

Thanks. David and I tracked her. When you can, we’ll scry together.

So I wore the blessing of the de Lioncourts on my collar and later used a chain as a pendant. I tried to return it to Stat, but he wouldn’t accept it. long term loan had become a gift. Material things wasn’t important. I was.

Maybe he didn’t want to see it again…

Chapter 54

2007-12-17T01:50:00.000-08:00

The emails were flooding the moment I logged in the day I could make the computer work. I opened up the earliest one from Quinn:

Hey gal,

You’re ok? It must be lonely there. Our anniversary was a disaster. I was dazzled and confused by so many people. I failed to make a mind shield and almost fainted. So much input into my head. Mona still wanted to drag me around to talk to more people! I must have mumbled some nonsense. My relatives on the Mayfairs’ side think I am a dumb person.

They think I’m brilliant, that’s why I am a lousy talker. The truth is… I’m so miserable. Complete misunderstanding! I was overwhelmed, gal. They didn’t blame me, but my gal was pissed. She wouldn’t accept my sorries. She’s not ans my calls or visits. I’m not something to be shown off to people, I’m her fiancé.

Miss you online! How’s everything?I like chatting with Louis, coz boss doesn’t come onl. My phone number is 6500-98435. u guys can call me. hope Boss will!

Yours truly: Quinn B.

I replied him on how sorry I was.
But I wasn’t lonely. Facing a quiet sea, the blue mountains were high. I was on one peak, in a house of Elder Chalin. Before he left, he’d offered me refuge. I accepted. His house was spacious, little furniture. That’s how cool it was. I don’t like a lot of furniture really. I could stretch and do a couple of jogs in there.

I felt my skill growing in strength, meditating. I didn’t have to truly say ‘ohm’ like a Buddhist, lotus position. I just had to find the quietness in my heart and work on that. Music swelled to a crescendo. Lestat’d heard this music! No wonder, it was the trill of larks, the victory dance, the canticle of freedom…. Yellow, mauve, green, red, orange. Each of us had our heart song.

Next 2 messages from Stat and Louis.

Cherie-pie,

I’ve taken to calling u all: a walking pie, strawberry, chocolate, all things nice. Smiley. Oh yea thinx is the cool sp. Rite?

Today I was off from finding fledglings. Instead of journal writing, this one will be it. We got 3 of them at one seeking. This is a process where we telepathize on a mass scale. They were lost and like me unwilling vamps. Don’t want to adopt one since my present kids are bad engh, so I let Melinda n jerry take over. U wld be interested to know them, abt ur age. We can’t do shapeshifting into bats n wolves. I think only 5% of us can.

When will u reply? I’m taking care of myself. R u?

Won’t try to go to the place. Describe the house u r in… assuming u r in one. Pls not in the forest!!! -Bratprince with love

Hello Krys,

I’m making u a present. Don’t worry, it won’t be boring. U will see when u come home.

Are u eating well? I saw a bit of Lestat’s letter, same. Wanna know how’s the environment like. Have u got stronger?

I bought u new curtains n a blouse, green with sequins in the middle.

Looking fw to ur reply. – Lo.

I drummed out replies to Stat and Louis right away. It was a week ago. They must be worried. There were more forwards, contacts from Chelsea and another from Ron my cousin.

Hi guys, (cc. to louis)

Ok! I just got hookedup to net this wkend. Sorry. Hahah I’m a big walking pie. Yay! thx Stat for the journal. Haven’t seen the other entries yet… will later.

How u feeling? It must be v. tired to do a Seeking. I’m glad they are ok. What r their gifts? Aww, yea u guys can’t Shift. 5%? I wanna know which of u r Shapers so can esc if danger. Aaah!

Description-- living in an elder’s house. Little furniture, but not bad. Nice view of mountains which I like hehe. No tv, this small laptop that can’t be used4 gaming. I can sleep well on a soft cushion bed, many books. N the fridge has some food. Btw, it’s 3 hours ahead here so u will see this soon. I miss u a lot!

U had better not come here, Stat. Not a threat. Yea it is a forest but not that deserted. Some pple to talk to. Sometimes my owner comes home n we have a dinner. Food is more vegetarian. I like them, n there’s buns too. That’s comforting.

Ok, see u later. Don’t worry, time flies. Hows my bro? he giving u probs?

---- Bianca ur piepie

Outside it was sunny once more. I flew downwards, excited by the rush of adrenaline against my face. A fisherman tossed a fish into the air. I grabbed it and tore the flesh from the food. Yum! First meat I had in ages. In the wild, hunting is extremely difficult. I didn’t tell the others this, as they would not hesitate to try and come if they knew. I needed this time to mature. My time here was a necessity. It was not about proving myself.

A message on the screen! Cool! Hey there, u just replied. Is it too diff to do msn?

Really? But tats worrying, no tv. Is it hard? Stat is sleeping in today. He had a lot of work to do. I’m glad he din take in more fledglings, or I’d be jealous. I don’t like vying for attn. haha, wicked laughter. But not too bad, seems like with this work, all of them have better telepathy. Except me, still got headache when I Send. Ur bro is fine, if not gaming, with frenz. Sometimes he’ll go out with me. we went shell picking n racing small cars. Whee. Didn’t think wld b that fun but I did. Theres race track just for us.

There’s new drama on at ten. It’s a comedy abt husbands n wives. We luv to watch together. As they say, I’m alw rerunning same old shows, got new one now. lots of love! -- Louis

Hihi Louis-chan,

Bwahahaha. Connection here too slow for msn. Let’s just write…

Not like another fledge? Ah but marquis still loves u v. much. No matter what. Don’t be so jealous. i miss my piano lessons, tell him!! Want him to coach me again, willing to do more lessons this time.

Feel like I’m growing so fast. I read abt the danger of not embracing my youth. Shit! Don’t want to be deprived. Is it too late to worry about this now?

Wow drama sounds nice. Update me. u r racing? Omg! That is So cute. Send my love n hugs to monsieur de lionc.

Dearest cherie pie,

Hmm, nope I’m not tired after scanning or Seeking. They are almost the same. We do this tog which is easier. Hehe, really? U won’t be able to esc I assure u. I’ll hold u tight so u can’t! That is a threat to me!

I wanna find u now. But aimless, can’t scan for u at all. I’m relieved u have pple to talk to… if I were in same situation I’d go nuts! I’ve been in isolation before but can’t take it. why r u not going mental?

Ur brother is good. He din bug me to buy him games. Sometimes we cook dinner tog. Getting less messy now. Still making me little animals.

Have u eaten? I’m about to go for my cuisine. It’s a short pudgy male who’s robbed old ladies all his life. Just came here n I’m gonna make him pay. Evil laughter.

Do u cook ur food? Usually u don’t eat raw, so I hope u r not doing that.

Jaceline can become a wolf at will, tho she’s smaller than a real one. I enjoy seeing the process! I’ve met also other elders, one with weather as a Gift. Don’t want to have that though, I’m outta control with fire already.

The play we’re making is at standstill! Coz we’re so busy helping other pple. I hope can do it by next month. Shall be romance x comedy, which all of u like! Lols.

What does lols stand for? Dun laf at me now. -------- TVL

I laughed aloud. His message was so cute. I felt teary too, why did I come here by myself? I was going mental, kind of. I loved my family. They’d been so nice to me.

Was I ready to go home yet? My heart shouted Yes!

I dove down from the short cliff and whoosh went my hair. At midway, I willed my wings to sprout. The warmth of it filled me. I floated. Now I was in semi-human form. Curled myself up and became totally hawk. Stunning! I swooped and rose, did a few turns and somersaults. Looked at myself in the reflection of the water. Golden eyes, sharp with black pupils that were wild and so unlike myself…

People have always thought of me as wild when I am in my Shape.

I circled about this area, before I beat my wings and met the sky. I would take three days to get back. Now, you must be curious how I set the map positioning? It’s quite simple. I portray it in my mind, hold it still as a photo and just let my instincts guide me. It’s similar to the Blood drinkers’ way of tracking victims and navigating.

On the way, people waved goodbye to me. The sun was just setting and men were congregating to discuss about their day. Children pointed up at me, guffawing. A little girl with red hair like me whistled. I caught her thought—bringer of good luck! You will always be welcome here!

Thanks a lot! I’m going home now! – I answered. A wild flower. I plucked it and dove low enough to give it to her. She touched my feathers as I went on my way.

Outside the barrier to telepathy I Sent my friends that I was coming home. Sunset was 3 hours ahead… hmm, I’d tell Chels and Ron and mum and bro first then. They responded gaily with mauve and gold.

I took some rest along the journey, roosting in human habitats where possible. Crevices with some straw was good enough, I also rested at an abandoned swifts’ nest. Being small I could fit in very easily.

*********

The moment I got back to my own home, I Changed back. My muscles ached from the strain of being in the air for that much time. I had tanned, my eyes slightly greener than usual, red hair with feathers. That was new, my red looking feathers rustling along the nape of my neck.

My phone rang. I picked it up and played with my cushion. “Heeelllo,” I drawled.

Cunning laughter. “Bonsoir.”

“Lestat. Is it you?”

“No, it’s Armand.”

I frowned. Hmm, Armand’s voice so high pitched? Oh yea they can disguise their voices. “I don’t believe ya. You’re the bratp.”

“Haha yea. How did you know?”

I said because I was a brainy. Stomach giggling. I smiled.

“Bianca, are you tired? We made some nice dinner. Let’s see, all your favorites: chicken grilled, with wings, drizzle of olive oil, ice cream, little prawns. Please come and try them,” Lestat told me in one breath sounding seductive.

I’d almost forgotten how seductive his tone can get. It can be vulnerable too, as I know. If you reject his request, he will force his way in anyway. “Lemme think.”

In the background, someone yelped ‘hot hot help help’ . Lestat asked me to hold and left.

He picked up again. “Don’t think anymore k? Do come. Wanna see you. You can be late, like 8.30? we’re doing some finalization.”

“Yea ok.” I went to sleep.

******

I landed softly in my room at the Rue Royale 2. A sketchbook with calligraphy was on my desk. I flipped it open. Had they bought this for me? many portraits so well done they were flawless. Louis with a ferocity, lifted canines for inspection. David and Armand posing together, both in waistcoats. David held an old fashioned pipe to his lips. One of the theatre, the present one here. It was the only one in color, and looked just like you could step into it.

A sketch of me clad in white striped blouse, Vneck, my hair loose. Wow! I think Armand and Lestat must have done them. Why leave it here, for me? I cast around my room. Yep the curtains were changed. Blue flowers on yellow cloth. My bed was matching and had those draperies. I had casually remarked how nice it would be to sleep like the 18^th century. Done!

Louis’ writing on a box that was tied with satin ribbons. I decided to open it later.

“You’re back,” Chels remarked drily. I jumped. She’d been so quiet. She squeezed me tight. I laughed and hugged her back. Gosh how I missed her!

I walked down the winding stairs, concealing the bumping sound of my shoes. But my friend already rushed ahead to call out that I was home. Louis first, his dark shiny locks loose and clad in a long sleeved yellow striped tailored shirt. His solemn face became bright. “Good to see you!” he said and shook my offered hand. Then Louis asked what happened to me.

Running out, my bro preceded, monkey face. He laid the utensils quickly on the table. Lestat brought out some plates. His face gleamed with some sweat and he was soaked with that too. They said hi and bade me sit down. All the food was delicious! I spooned some prawns to taste. Louis explained, “I’ve just changed. You can eat first, hungry right?”

Lestat had changed into a deep green waist coat, sequins and gold buttons. He took the chair beside mine and tipped a bottle labeled A- blood into a wine glass. Then he drank, smiling widely. “Phew! Tuck in guys! Cherie, welcome back.”

I ate a lot more than I had during the past few days. Everything rocked. Chelsea and Marc talked about what they had done. The rest of us listened. I guess it was later that I would have to tell my story. Lestat felt my hair a little. But he blocked his mind with other images when I tried to probe. What did he think? Of my shocking feathers, and tanned skin.

“Um, who did the sketches? The book of it was inside my room,” I asked, finishing my second helping of vermicelli. It’s chock full of golden brown gravy.

“Yea he did. With some friends. I can’t draw,” Louis replied. He stared at his maker quizzically.

Lestat took his time savoring the ‘wine’. My bro asked, “Why’s your hair like that? you went to a salon?”

“No. I Evolved. My fire is stronger. You should be careful if you hold me too long. I can’t really control it.”

Lestat sulked, but acknowledged it. He appraised me with the violet iris. “I shall. How’s the standard for our sketches? Fair?”

“Nice! Thanks so much for the cooking.” I wanted a refill for the corn soup. It was just as thick as I liked it. yay!

“No problem! Sis play a game with me. You can be the red one.”

“She needs rest. Do it tomorrow.”

“Just awhile. 1 hour.”

Lestat glared at him. “No tonight is family night. We’ll be discussing stuff. (happier note) Enough room for ice cream? I got Haagen-daaz.” Dishes clinking in the sink as Louis washed. The three of us ate from glassware.

What was up? Lestat looked stern. I thought he was in a good mood tonight. “I got your report card. Plenty of Cs. The teacher wrote that you need to put in more effort.”

My bro moaned. Finished. Mentally he got the message. “But just one week? I can’t stand it if I can’t play for a month!”

I pleaded on his behalf, if I played he would want as well. “No way. Louis and I agreed together. We haven’t told your father yet. Do you want him to hit the roof?”

Oooh. Next up was the roster. Lestat declared that he had done plenty this month, cooking and washing. Chels was ecstatic she didn’t have to share in this. She oogled at the blond guy dreamily. Till he asked her if she could take out the trash.

“Bianca, are you tired? I want to spend time with you.” He told me quietly when the rest had trooped upstairs for a game of Monopoly. Sounded more fun.

“Not really. Why don’t we join the others? Stat?”

He suddenly hugged me close. When we drew apart, he rubbed his eyes. “I missed you so much! Don’t think I’m cold. Did you like my drawings?” We looked over them together. He explained how he created the texture. A few were done by Armand too. Excitedly he brought me to his balcony. “Come and see. I just lined it up two nights ago.” He turned off everything. Blue, yellow and red. Wow! Like xmas, only it wasn’t here yet. They ran up the tall tree which grows over to our house. The glow played on his special skin. The blue made Stat look wan. I realized that he might have been rushing to prepare things just for me and not enough time for himself. My heart throbbed.

“Very lovely. You ok?”

“Yep. I’m ok. Really.” I went to lie down on my bed, Stat sitting at the foot of my bed. He waved a stuffed hawk at me. Haha, a card dangled “for u, my real life birdie! Krystal best wishes always.”

“So cute. I appreciate your effort. Oh ya Louis made me something. What is it?” I opened the box and pushed aside the tissues. An artistic stick figure on a bottle of wishing stars. Lestat lay down beside me and whispered sweet French to me. his breath tickled me.

“No wonder he wouldn’t budge some nights. I used some new recipes and Chels helped me. One more thing, your mom’s letters are in the first drawer. Mind if I stay here?”

“No stay. Thank you.” He closed his eyes, humming a tune. I read my letters.

Chapter 53----- exploring the Gifts we have

2007-12-11T14:30:00.000-08:00

To my relief, Bratprince’s fatigue was gone in three days and he was incredibly active again! Making and co producing another play, recreating unfinished Mozarts, more painting projects excited him. I still talked with Quinn and here’s some updates ...

Elfin: yoyo! I miss ya!

Noble Prince: hihi. (smiliey face) sorree. 4got to msg.

Elfin: no prob. My maths is better I got a b. but sadly speech sux.

Noble Prince: cool. What speech?

Elfin: formal one, I got c. practiced much, but I still scared. Voice flat n soft…. Teacher so strict on me!

Noble Prince: hmm. Can’t u use mike?

Elfin: can’t. supp to proj it.

Noble Prince: aww. I’m also nervous with audience.
( I thought a bit and then------) is mona with u?

Noble Prince: yea, she’s talking to uncle. U know what, she can’t wait4 our year anniversary! It’s on sat. =)))

I laughed aloud and replied that it sounded real nice. They are so romantic and tight.

I felt a presence. It was Louis, who stared at me quizzically. “Are you ok?”
“Why did you come so sneakily?”
He apologized, resting a hand on my shoulder. “Why did you laugh?”
“Q is so cute saying this.” I pointed.
Louis’ lips became tugged up. “Oooh. Do you know when is Our anniversary?”

“Nope neva heard of it.”
My companion revealed merrily, “It’s today! I wanted to go out with Stat but he’s got an appointment.” Oh yea, Louis was more fashionable today, in shiny green garb. It was cut off at the upper arms and separate sleeves coming out till his elbows. I marveled at the transformation.

“Tell him! Show him you love him! I said that and he hugged me hard,” I remembered Lestat doing that. Then tickled me on the stomach and made his eyes blink as large as a deer’s. He was in such an elevated mood today.

“All right. Call if you want to meet later.” Louis went off.

Elfin: was chatting. Hows ur vamp skills? Is it hard to control urself?

Noble Prince: I got fire, the cloud gift, telepathy… the last one hard. Sometimes so much interference. Say u also rite?

Elfin: I am! U rem. Haha, I can lucid dream n make a shield.

Quinn said he was so impressed. Being half witch meant that shielding his mind was extremely challenging. His girl used that liberally and had been coaching him. But ‘still can’t or I get a migraine’. And Mona gave him a hard time since they didn’t have a wall between them. he added ------ My powers r so unpredict. I’m exhausted by the time session finishes.

Elfin: tat hard? Aww. I’m sure u will b able to, Q. practice can.

Noble Prince: yea, trying, stuck at that level4. others doing better than me.
Is it like u pic a wall?

Elfin: yes but u also gotta consciously Force it against wat pple tell u. dun let them in. then make a filter4 only some to come in. I’ve been learning as a child. Easier4 me.

Noble Prince: tats helpful. Thx. So how r u and Boss? Is he nagging u?

Elfin: he’s up and down! Preters mood, lols. Recently acting in new play, invite u to come. He was excellent in the two so far! Not lost the touch. I wish I cld be like him.

Noble Prince: yup. When is it? I will cm if I can make it…

Elfin: not sure when exactly. What’s the Fire gift like?

The icon said Noble Prince was writing me a message. Then it appeared:
Very hot and burning inside. If not careful can be engulfed n can’t be put out. Very scary n inhuman. Hate2 use it… when M. or Lestat unleash, I feel sickened. Dun any of u control fire?

Hmm, I thought it would be an asset. At a snap of his fingers, the blond guy could make one appear. I loved it, watching the red tongues dancing like little elves. Some of my friends did but for them, it wasn’t a problem.
Things can be heating up but they can light campfires. Need the discipline of control.
Noble Prince: Ya.

Another msn conversation discussed his hobby of playing games. Same with me!
Elfin: really? I love that game! Did u play a lot when u were young?

Noblep: hmm, no comp when young. Then msdos one at teen. Very poor. Haha.

Elfin: lol lol! Now got time to game?

Noblep: when get break while studying. Haha, play more now while u can. Next time… ok wun scare ya. Nice being frenz. U r so nice.

I felt my heart squeeze. I wrote: thx a lot, Quinn. I wish I got a lot of frenz tho. D other nite both Ls had their anniversary. Lo asked me2 join but din wanna crash.

Noblep: wow! Lo still remembers v totful of him. Stat can’t. did they tell u how it was?

Indeed I was regaled by every detail, sans the kisses and long bites. Actually Louis was beginning to hear Lestat in his mind, soft snatches. But they had exchanged once more, so the connection was lost again. Stat looked tearful when he revealed that he took too much.
“I wanted to stop myself! (his bf patting his back) but I just felt drunk. Can’t undo it!”
I took out some tissues. He accepted. When Stat got himself back in control, I told him that his cheques had come, payment from his acting. He became instant rhapsody and announced that “I’ll be sure to buy you all gifts! And there’ll be many to go round!”

I felt the urge to fly off more and more. Snatches and wisps of coldness, visions of mountains and valleys. The wild urge to beckon to them and unleash the whole of my soul!

Unlike previously, I kept my guardians and family updated. Mom was quite worried. At my age she hadn’t wanted to run off. And Stat tried to understand, but he always became depressed. He’d frequently plead to come along. One night, like in a dream, the already wraith figure sat by his balcony, trimming a basket of flowers. I was puzzled as to who was there when I looked up from downstairs. I bid au revoir to my friends and waved.
He stood up, placing the basket on his bench. Dehydrated and like a husk of his former self. It was horrifying! I thought Bratprince had made a recovery, he seemed to be suffering again, like the time he became critically ill. Go and lie down! ---- I urged, flying up.

He coughed a little and shook his head. Cherie, I’m fine. I had nightmare about u suddenly dying inside a small space…. It’s dangerous. Don’t go away. I need to scan u.
He picked up the basket and tottered unstably into his room. Motioned for me to land near him. I’ll touch up, sorry to scare u.
Powdered down, he still looked like a wraith, yet better. the spark was not in his eyes though, nor the voice that’d lost timbre.
Hey it’s alright. I will be contactable. It’s just bad dreams, I did fine so far. It is my nature to go off for a meditation. Our evolution works like that. dun be sad. Um, lie down.

The vampire held me gently in his arms. I heard his loud heartbeat, usually slow but today it was quicker. He took deep breaths. I Sent calming images. Lestat spoke in a broken tone, “It’s coming true. Just like the others, you’re going to grow up. Except that you’ll mature… I know, I always tell myself that you are mortal and I shall let you be.”
He placed me on the bed and turned to the windows. They folded shut and the wind stopped. His back to me, my sensei sounded unstable and crying, but told me not to look.
“It’s true. I’ll become bigger. What happened?” I answered.

I didn’t get any answers that night. The blond prince wasn’t himself, I think he had more nightmares than the one he just described. Sometimes vampires can feel a huge impact for a long time. It was disturbing to me. I also loathed this worrying, why couldn’t he stop acting like a boy? He ought to bounce back and cheer us up! Where was his positive spirit?
“I am afraid of the pain of separation. That’s the whole truth. I – I can’t control myself. Bianca, I hope you won’t leave yet. I’m not ready yet,” he said, walking towards the windows again, wiping his face.

Okay. Come and lie down. You haven’t eaten?
He lay down, smiling. I ruffled my feathers, smoothed down by his hands stroking me.
His deep sadness and resting hope on me emerged again. How would he cope? My mind was churning.
At last, he replied, I will later. Must have been drained from Louis taking. I forget myself. Anyway, better now. I’ll have your bro for company if you leave…. Bianca, can I call you everyday?

I didn’t like the sound of that. His blue eyes filled with kinship and warmth. How could I put this nicely? Whenever you want to. But if I don’t answer, doesn’t mean I’m in danger. Staying with friends there.

Change back… I got something for you. Stat sat up and opened his cupboard. I opened my body up. Fingers, toes and hair.
Wow! It was a really cool pair of winter gloves, dark red. Then I realized that I had forgotten his birthday. “Oh no… I’m sorry.”
“ Do you like them? Try them on.” Stat bounced on his mattress eagerly. They were just right. He said it was alright that I forgot his birthday. It reminded me acutely that he was getting older. Only, I couldn’t check that because his hair was not white.

Shortly after I made sure he had fed more, I flew off to the islands. I had my cellphone.
Not calls everyday but once two days. Lestat kept asking if I had eaten enough. “Yes! Lots of meat here.” I ate fish and mostly fruits, of course couldn’t tell them that.

“I’m glad. Your little bro also misses you. Come back soon.” I sensed that he wanted to add in more things, that he wanted me back and he wanted to hold me tight. They were unmentioned.

“When I am ready. Don’t try to force your telepathy, it won’t reach me. Louis?”
He promised verbally that he wouldn’t force himself. So I added fiercely, “Don’t ok. I don’t want you in a coma for 20 years or more.”

Sad laugh, then more cheered. “Sure sure! Louis’out. Check your email. We’ll flood you, cherie. Hmm, I’m going out mostly, if not I’m making new songs up. Will be going with Marius and the rest to find young fledges and stop them getting hunted. Wish me luck.”
If only I could be there personally! No, I could not. I woodenly said good luck, feeling very cut up and yet I was supposed to be a warrior. No feelings was impossible.

Sometimes the messages got through, late but they eventually reached me.