Hair Part Four-Lestat- As I walked out of the town house toward the hospital, my mind was at a whirl with this night’s event. What had started out as a wonderful night ended with such tragedy. Well I’ve had enough of that in my eternal life and so had Louis. “Lestat, slow down will you.” “Armand what are you doing here?” My question had been cold, as I did not want to slow my pace towards the hospital. “Let me help you at least.” The young cherub finally said as he followed behind. ..................... The hospital had never been one of my favourite places. Maybe it had to do with the fact that I was death in this sickly place, but why fool my self, this reminded me too much of the time when I was mortal with Gretchen. “Don’t worry. He is right over there. The injuries that he sustained were nothing.” Why did he have to read my mind? “I’m sorry I won’t do it again.” If nothing else silenced him, my glare showed that he was very close to overstepping my patience. As we walked down the hall, I saw the fat bastard as he sat there staring at nothing. His mind was at a complete whirl with no true images at all. He had no idea what had happened, why he was arrested or who he was. Amnesia, great, that’s what this person had. Oh well, he would feed Louis well. “I wonder how he got it.” Armand said quietly over my shoulder as I knelt before the man. His vacant look truly showed that of someone who was going through a coma not a head scrape wound. “I don’t know. However that does not matter, we have to get him out of here immediately. Louis needs to get fed.” “True, but there is something more to this.” “What are you talking about, Armand? We are wasting valuable time.” Armand reached over to the man and opened his shirt revealing his jugular. Touching it softly Armand cocked his head and leaned in for a closer look. Armand was now close enough that he opened his mouth and quickly drank a gulp for the man, before I could do anything to stop him. “You little imp, get away from him. He’s for Louis.” I ripped the young one from the fat man, lifting the comatose male over my shoulder, and headed towards the door. “What do you think you are doing?” “Getting him out of here before you kill him and can you take care of the questions? Thanks.” I smiled and ran out of the hospital, leaving Armand to deal with the nurses and doctors about the disappearance of their patient. ..................... Out side our home, I knew that Louis was already in his death sleep. Dawn was no more than an hour away and our helpers would have to have some rest also. As I opened the door, I carried the body to a vacant room where no one could hear his screams, should he awaken during the day. Walking back to the living room, I stepped into Louis’ room and saw my love lying on the bed with bandages over his head. His hair had been all shaved off and was located beside his body. “We were able to get the bullet out Lestat, but he will be unconscious for a few days.” Marius said behind me. “Where is Armand?” At that moment, the front door burst opened and the wannabe teenager stepped in. I closed the door and headed back to the living room where Armand stood there glaring at me. “Don’t you ever do that again!” Armand yelled and pointed his finger at me. “Oh please, put the theatrics aside and tell me why you had to drink from him?” “There were cameras in the bloody place that I had to steal them just so that no one would come back asking questions about your little kidnapping. I’m exhausted and tired of having to clean up your fucking mess.” “Ah, so the truth comes out and you hate cleaning my shit. Well that would not have happened if you had not decided that you wanted a little snack.” We were standing in front of each other breathing in deeply and getting all of our energies ready to fight. “Stop this immediately.” Marius voice broke through our hatred spell. “Lestat you are in no condition to fight with anybody and Armand why did you drink from the man.” When neither of us moved nor spoke David stepped in. “Armand sit over there. Lestat you sit over here with me.” Finally, we sat in the places that David designated us like good little schoolboys. “Armand can you please tell us why you did that.” Armand looked at each of us and settled his eyes on me; “It was a vampire that controlled that man’s mind.” “What, that can not be.” I said in disbelief. “Do you know who it is?” Marius rushed in for an answer. Lowering his eyes Armand replied, “No, but you do Lestat and so does Louis.” Part Five-Lestat- It was to late in the night to continue with our conversation, we each had to retire for the day. “Won’t you tell me who it is.” I pleaded with him “No, not now Lestat. You need to get some rest.” Armand placed his hand on my arm, “The wounds in your body have not fully recovered.” “What! The news is that bad that you think I won’t be able to handle it?” How dare he hold this piece of information against me! Armand just looked at me and disappeared into the room David had given him. Damn it, the boy knew me well enough that this would not sit well with me for the rest of the day. Suddenly Armand’s’ face peered through the doorway in my room, “Oh and by the way Lestat. You looked stunning in the Dior dress. It’s a pity the model agency never bothered to look for transgender males for their catalogues.” Smiling he closed my door in a flash leaving me to reminisce about the past which I thought Louis would never remember and maybe even Armand. However, I could not smile at the evil cherub as the death sleep came to claim me for one more day. …………………… Shortly after my making in 1780 I was astounded by the beauty of the city of Paris. Never with my mortal eyes had I seen the city as it was. The vision was once again altered when I gave my mother, Gabrielle, was given the Dark Gift and I learned to see the city for its wildness and savageness. In her first night she decided to change her dress to that of a man, being a vampire changed all the rules of mortality, did it not. Well, I thought I should do the same. Changing into a woman for the fun of it and to see what reaction, I could get from the men. “I can not believe that you are putting on that outfit.” My mother exclaimed loudly. “Gabrielle, if you are allowed to change then so can I, non.” I smiled warmly at her, “Now be a good mother and tie me up.” She laughed at me request but tied me up the way all the fashionable ladies were dressed. I was to go to a ball this night and I wanted all the attention to be fixed on me. “Such an egotist.” Gabrielle said as though she could read my mind. “I may not be able to read your mind, Lestat, but I am your mother. Do not forget that.” Now it was my turn to laugh as I turned around and around in my sapphire dress. The ball as hosted by the Duke and Duchess of Orleans and they spared no expense on it. There were peacock feather decorating the velvet curtains and tables filled with more food, than all of France could ever eat. The party was for the departure of the Duke as he made his way to the New World, to a city named New Orleans. How befitting for a Duke. I thought to my self as I stepped from the hallway and into the courtyard. As I stepped in the courtyard making my way across, I was careful to not attract the wrong attention of how pale I was and the fact that I was a girl and by myself. However, it was not too difficult to distract every one since they were instantly attracted to my beauty. I smiled at all the wishing men and at the jealous women, who no doubtingly spent umpteen amount of hours to look half as good as me. “Misha, come back.” I heard a woman cry out. A little pauper boy came running in from the street. Oh, if there was one taboo among the elite it was that you never were exposed to those below you. Yet, this little boy was so cute, he had sandy hair and bright blue eyes. Sometimes I wish I were a woman just so that I could produce such little bundles of joys. Then again, who says I cannot do the same as a vampire. The boy, though, never stopped running. All the women just stared at awe of this child. He continued through the growing number of guards and seemed to run towards me! How surprised I was when the boy came running in my direction and hugged my legs. I bent down to the level of the child and asked in a stern but friendly voice what he was doing here. “I had to see you personally.” He said rapidly as he tried to capture his breath. The child was no more than five years old. The guards were standing by us now, looking down as I talked to this little commoner. “You know that you are in big trouble, young man.” “Oui, monsieur. But I had to see you.” How did that child know that I was a man? “You will meet my son in a city of the moon. There you two will never find peace until the past is forgiven.” What in the world was this child speaking of! Son? City of the moon? Is he speaking of the future! This boy is five years old? It cannot be. Before I realized what had happened the guards picked the child up and took him to the gates to his worried mother. “Guards, do not punish the child. Let him be.” No one liked this command but who were they to question me in the end. The child gave his final look at me and ran towards him mother, who spent no time scolding the child for such an act. I smiled and headed towards the ballroom forgetting instantly what the child had told me when a courtesan appeared before me. It was decades later that I remembered that little child and his words as I looked down at his son playing the piano. He was named Michel and had an uncanny resemblance to his old man. This boy became my joy and only salvation when my two fledglings were no more than a constant bore to me. His view of the world and the arts in particular was of great excitement to me. I fell in love with him immediately and spent many hours with him. The night that my daughter turned against me was incidentally the night I turned Michel into one of us. It was with his help that I got out of the swamp and made my way to my second death. It was also he who left me after years of my being a tiresome, cowardly vampire. It was Michel finally, that had walked out in bitterness of what I had promised to be, but never was in the end. ……………………………. As I awoke from my death sleep, it hit me instantly that it was this lone vampire that I had never truly cared about who had shot the most beloved person in this world. My fledgling had come for his revenge against me at last. Part Six-Michel- Michel stared at the laying figure on the bed. This figure that his maker had loved more than life itself. I loathe you, Louis. You are the cause of all my pain and suffering. However, his maker could not go without fault. He was disappointed that the old bugger had not died immediately and having followed everyone to Royal St. he had failed to notice that the man was still alive. By now surely all would know that he was involved in this charade. If not by name at least by nature. Damn, how am I going to fix this? His plan at reuniting with his maker would never go through if he did not think of something quickly. -Louis- Louis knew that a few nights had passed as he lay on the bed recovering. Lestat, David, Armand, and Marius were always close to make sure that the wounds would disappear soon. He recalled that the first night after the incident, Lestat had fed him the culprit who had done this to them. How sweet of him to feed me a meal that he surely would have loved to have. This made Louis smile. Yet there was something else behind all this. They all knew it. They never spoke of it within his presence, but would hint at the subject matter. “I don’t care what you think Lestat it has to be done.” David said as he entered the room. Lestat followed his youngest fledgling to his brothers beside. “David there has to be another way. Surely you can not mean to actually to go through with it.” Lestat pleaded as he saw David touch Louis head. What in the world are they speaking about? “I would truly love to know what your problem is Lestat. Do you or do you not wish for him to get better.” “But must you cut his hair!” “You are beyond pathetic, Lestat.” Louis laughed as he heard this. It hurt his body but it felt good at the same time. “At least I’m not the one with a penis fetish.” Louis rumbled once more with laughter that made his body ache. “Oh, please like dressing in women’s clothing is not bad enough!” David retorted back to his maker. “David you are really slow.” Lestat shook his head in disappointment, “I can not believe that you have not figured it out that I have spilt personalities. With one of them being a woman.” “Then this must be her on PMS.” Louis laughed again and opened his eyes to see two sets of eyes staring down at him. “That explains a lot about you then.” Louis said with a croaked voice. “Told you.” David said as Lestat handed him what seemed to Louis a set of keys to a car. Louis closed his eyes at this not believing that those two had placed a bet on who could make him open his eyes. “Louis, love how do you feel?” “Much better, thank you.” Trying to sit up, Lestat aided his awakening sleeping beauty. “Lestat, what is it that you are hiding from me.” Louis finally asked. Looking at David, Lestat did not wish to answer but knew that it would help him if he kept this secret. “We know who was behind the shooting.” “I thought I killed him.” Louis said, completely alert staring at Lestat and David. “We believe that he was mentally manipulated to shoot the two of you.” David answered; not wishing to disclose what Lestat needed to say. “We believe that it was another vampire.” “Who?” Was all Louis could say as his mind raced with vampire names that could do this to them. “Michel.” Lestat said in a whisper. David suddenly turned to the window and stared at it like a cat.
