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My first meeting with Farfie
Disclaimer: I don't owe anything . . . weep
******** - changing point of view
Hello ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce myself: My Name is Lestat de Lioncourt.
Famous, incredibly handsome, cheeky- . . . Oh you know my already. Ah, so I don't have do
go on, don't I?
So then let my begin my little tale. In these last days I've met a lot of interesting people.
Perhaps you know them, too.
Now please lean back and enjoy.
It began an few weeks ago:
Rather sleepy I climbed out of my coffin. My last days were awful. I couldn't sleep and my
fine little bed was so uncomfortable. But who cares? I stood up and stretched myself a few
times. My old lazy bones crack loudly and I pout a little. I'm so old. Fortunately my skin
doesn't wrinkle. Hach, it's good to be a vampire. Apropos(?) vampire, my belly was
rumbling. After I controlled my clothes - you know velvet doesn't wrinkle that much – I left
my hideaway in favour of the search of the right 'breakfast'. I'm living in Tokyo since last
year, a really nice city. But it's rather hard to find a true villain here. As far as I know the
underground speaks of a group of assassins, who deny the dark beats their tomorrow. Not that
thrilling if it weren't for my blood thirst. But tonight it was my night. The bad guy were
running directly into my arms, already frightened. That was odd. Nonetheless I drained him.
He was so surprised, he could not scream. Not a single syllable left his mouth. But a lot of
thoughts left his head. It was like standing under a waterfall, the Niagara Falls, you know
what I mean. I learnt all about him: he was 45 and a little swindler. His boss lured him into a
trap and hired someone to eliminate him. I smiled around my mouthful. Some more dinner for
me. Still smiling I laid the man down and stepped back. I could hear footsteps. They were
coming nearer. My smile grew bigger, more cruel now than charming.
After some minutes I saw two dark figures. A orange haired, green eyed guy with a bigger
than world attitude. His companion was more quiet with snow white hair and an golden eye.
The other eye was hidden beneath an eye patch. Whereas the Orangehead – obviously a
German since his thoughts were in German - looked at the corpse, the other one was looking
curiously around. It seemed that he was searching for something. And that something was me.
How could he know that I was there? This situation was frightening even me. The worst was
that I couldn't read his thoughts. There was a brick wall around his head.
I hid deeper into the shadows, but the stare of that lone golden eye didn't left me. That stare
left the feeling that I knew him. Did I saw him in my victims thoughts? No. I've seen him in
my dreams. But why was he there? I'm sure I never saw him before this night.
I was ripped out of my musing by the voice of the German one. " I have no idea who killed
him, but he saved us a lot of work. Let's go home, Farfie", he called out. His companion gave
me one last long stare then followed him. I left as well.
I reached my home in record time. My feet led my to the studying room, to the computer. I
had to divert my thoughts of this strange encounter. So I worked on my latest story. No not a
new adventure of mine. Only a little short-story. Instantly I had banned the last hour of my
mind. Thanks to a lot of practice.
Contented and full of ideas I sat down and started writing. My fingers flew like lightning over
the keyboard and made that satisfying clicking noise. Louis hates it. Said it annoys him so he
could not read. That statement never fails to amuse me. Oh, I miss him. My merciful Death.
But he is in Europe at the moment. With David. Sightseeing or something equally boring. But
I'm glad they get along, even if they leave for some time. Sometimes I like solitary. But only
for a few month. Who should I annoy when I'm alone, huh?
I shook my head a few times. Concentrate on the story, Blondie. So once again I started
typing, but there was something. It snatched my attention. Everything flew out of my head till
there was only one golden eye. Where did that came from? And why in the names of all hell
was he able to see me. Now I'm sure he did. But why? He is only a mere human! Furiosly I
hit the top of the desk. That damned thing shook a little, but I hadn't destroyed it. At that
moment I heard a low giggle. Was that my imagination? Did you ever heard anything about a
hallucinating vampire? No? Me too. So it had to real and that means someone found my
hideaway. That was not good.
Very slowly and calmly I stood up – I'd rather run away screaming, but that would have been
ridiculous. I searched the room of anything unfamiliar. Around me was a near darkness. I
don't need much light. Fortunately I have better senses than an average human being. That
senses told my about a beating heart near the window. It was to slow for a human one. What
the hell . . . oh, no. Please not Memnoch or any other devil. A sigh left my lips. Another
giggle. It sounded insane and absolutely human. At that moment I recognized the familiar
smell of blood. I made a few steps to the window and saw a slim silhouette. A golden eye
with an amused glimmer. It was him? How did he found me? I couldn't say a word. Felt like I
lost my voice. A imaginary vice grip was around my neck. The white-haired man left the
window-sill and circled me now. Unconsciously I straighten my back.
" You aren't a human", his voice was gruff, but pleasant. He spoke Japanese, but it was
obviously that he was gaijin. A European. The accent was strong. His warm breath caressed
may face. " No, I'm not", ah my voice was back.
" Then what are you? You killed our victim?" " Oh really", I was back to my old self. With
all bravery and pride. That guy found my hideaway. Not even these wanna-be van Hellsings
had managed that. He was grinning, like my annoyance amused him. Fine, main thing he has
fun.
" You are very interesting", with that he turned around and went to my computer. He eyed the
monitor curiously.
" Fanfiction?" I could hear his frown.
" What's that for you?" I crossed my arms before me. What did the orangehead called him?
Farfie, right? A weird name. Farfie or whatever his name was sat down and read my currently
written words.
" Two cops? That's boring. Even Schu reads more thrilling stories."
" Who is Schu?" He turned to me and smiled. It looked beautiful.
" My companion from before."
" You mean the one with the big ego."
" Right. He always reads stories about us and Weiss." That statement snatched my attention.
Not that he hadn't managed that the moment I saw him.
" Weiss?"
" A group of assassins like us." Us? I tried to read his thoughts and - wonder never case – I
could. It seemed he had allowed my in. The us he was speaking of were four men. He himself,
then the German one - his name is Schuldig, the name speaks for itself – Bradley Crawford
and Nagi Naoe. They all work for a politician named Takatori.
" Are these stories any good?" A shrug of his shoulders.
" They are a bit boring", he sounded disappointed. Soundlessly I walked towards him, but he
heard me nonetheless and lifted his head.
"What's your name?" And I thought he would never ask.
" Lestat de Lioncourt. It's a pleasure to meet you. Would you honour me with your name?"
He bent his head a little to side like a dog would do. After a few seconds passed he spoke.
" Farfarello." I nodded and offered my hand.
"You scared me a little, Farfarello", I told him. He giggled insanely again. But that didn't
mattered. They all called me crazy and perhaps they are right.
He took my hand. God, he had quite a grip for a human. Suddenly he released my hand and
stood up. With fast steps he went for the window.
" You are leaving?"
" I have to", with that he jumped out of the window. Not that unusual if my rooms weren't in
the fourth floor. Normal people would have some broken bones after such a stunt, but didn't
even limped as he ran down the street. Farfarello what? An interesting man.
With my head full of new information I went back to work. But now with a new goal: all
information I could get about Weiss and Schwarz. Schwarz. I had to smile. In my opinion it
was a stupid name. But Farfie found it fitting.
After some time I had found a lot about the men. Internet was a fantastic invention. I read the
files about Farfarello and his friends till dawn. Then I had to go. Not that sunlight would hurt
me that much anymore. But I hate it to sleep on the floor. But as I stood up a blinking link
caught my eye. Hm, a fanfiction-site. My finger was faster than my head. I opened the site
and there in capital letters I could read Weiss Kreuz. I think Farfie thought something of that
site. It seemed to be one of Schuldig favourites. So I saved the link and went to bed.
Tomorrow evening I had a lot to read. It was the first night in a week that I slept really well.
Not long after dawn I was up and wide awake. And in front of my computer, reading. I had to
know all about my new little friend and what the world thought about him. A few minutes
passed and I was totally absorbed into the world of Weiss Kreuz.
********
It took me hours to gain Crawford's permission for going out, but I managed. He even
allowed me to go alone, which was good. I couldn't bring him or Schu with me. Not when I
was going to meet this guy. Who knows what Lestat would do with them? This morning I
overheard a conversation between Schu and our leader. They had talked about the last job.
The victim, which we hadn't killed, was complete bloodless. Not a single drop was left.
Moreover he had two little wounds at the side of his that. They resembled bite marks a lot.
That all sounded as if he was killed by a vampire. So this Lestat was a vampire. I had to laugh
about that thought. It earned my a confused glance from Nagi. We sat together in our cosy
living room. It was obvious that the little one feared me to one point, nonetheless he spent his
time with me. If I was honest to myself, I liked listening to him. Not that he speaks that much.
His presence calmed my insane side and he was more mature than Schuldig. Quite a plus.
Wait where started my musings? Right, going out. I couldn't go yet, because it was possible
that Takatori wanted something from us or so the Boss said. Besides it was till bright outsides.
Vampires sleep in daytime, don't they. So I believe I wouldn't meet Lestat as long as the sun
wasn't down. I really hope he is a vampire. Such dark creatures have to hurt god. Sighing I
lean back into the cushions of the couch. Silently I wish that Crawford arrives soon.
A whole hour after my last thought I could go. Crawford said something about not bothering
Weiss, but that was never on my to do list. I like those four guy. Quite amusing. But I had
better things to do. Visiting Lestat. The blonde man was my new obsession. I had to see him.
Wihtout problems I found his apartment again. There was no light from within, but that's the
same as it was yesterday. Light seemed to be overrated.
Like yesterday I enter the room with help of the gutter. It was eassier as you might think. But
perhaps only for me. One window was open. How careless. I entred without a sound. Lestat
was infront of his computer. His eyes steadily on the screen. Cruiosly I looked at him. He
wasn't writing anything. He read something. But hey, that was the same website Schu talked
always about. Did he pay so much attention to my words? I had to smile. That was odd. I
don't smile. At least not a real smile. A little bit confused I touched my lips. Still there. I
shrugged my shoulders and made a stepp torwards the blonde man.
As I saw him the first time in the shadows his hair looked as black as the night. But in the pale
light of the screen it seemed to be as white as mine. His eyes were strange, too. At first I
thought they were a deep blue, but from time to time they glimmer purple like amethysts.
Purple, a beautiful color, as beautiful as blood red.
He didn't noticed me or so I thought. So I bent over his shoulder. My mouth was very near his
ear. " Exciting story?" A smile spread over his lips.
" Of course. But there aren't many words about you, non?"
I sighed. " Like I said, boring."
I straightned my back, arms crossed in front my chest. He spun around and looked me into the
eye. We stayed in that position for some time, till he smiled again. But that smile concerned
me a little. It was that kind of smile Schu gets when he mentally torments the kittens – his
choice of words. I frowned.
° The orangehead can read minds?°
Surprised I blinked a few times. His lips hadn't moved, but I heard him. In my head and that
much more clearly than Schu ever could manage. Lestat laughed low. A deep and velvety
sound.
° You aren't as surprised as I thought you would be. How comes?° I shook my head. Not
ready to answer his question.
" What are you?" I asked instead. Now he stood up and came to me slowly. He circled me like
I did it yesterday.
" Do you really want to know." His blue-purple eyes glimmered amused and a little bit
dangerously. But that didn't bothered me.
" Yes." Now it was his turn to shrugg shoulders.
" You are the boss", he grinned. Then took a seat on the window-sill. The pale moonlight
couldn't light his dark features.
" I am a vampire. But you suspected that already, didn't you?" He grinned again, so I could
see his snow white fangs. That sight faszinated me.
********
His calm wasn't shattered or anything. He really had suspected me being a bloodsucker and
he loved that possibility. So he wasn't frightned. Why should he? He himself was a dark and
dangerously beast. His bodylanguage spoke volumes. He was tall, slim and full of strength
and tension. But in the moment he was absolutly relaxed.
By now I know that my new friend was from Ireland and totally crazy, but that wasn't
important. I was as faszinated by him as he was by me. That's why I told him the truth. Louis
and David will scold me for doing it. Calling me insane and other unfriendly things, because I
didn't got rid of him. But why should I? He wouldn't harm me.
" Your colleagues don't know where you are, don't they?"
" No", was his short answer. I already thought so. He didn't appears like a chatty type of guy.
" How does it feel beeing a vampire?"
" How does it feel beeing an professional killer?" That brought his smile back. This sight
warmed my dead heart. But he turned around and went to my computer, crossreading the
story. Smiling again a little.
" Can you write something like that, too?" I only nodded. I wasn't sure if he could see it. So I
left my place on the window-sill and stood beside him.
" Should I wirte a story for you?" I placed my head on his shoulder, looking straight into his
eye.
" You only have to say a word and I do it. Perhaps I'm capable to excite you more than the
others", I wispered, but I knew he could unterstand my words.
********
His head on my shoulder was as cold as ice and he was even paler than yesterday. At first I
thought it was because of the light. But now I could see, that I was wrong. Hm, why was he so
pale?
His offer was inviting. Besides it filled me with anticipation when I thought about Schus
funny face while reading a story about me. He waited completely motionless for my answer.
But after a few seconds he smiled. It seemed that he knew my answer already.
" Can I read it beforhand?"
" Sure you can. After all it's about you." Lestat moved a bit and his head left my shoulder.
" I have to go now. If I was a human I would say my belly is rumbling." He then turned
around completely and snatched a coat of his settee. This suddenlyness confused me a bit.
° You made me hungry my friend, but I don't want your blood.° Now I understood. I also
noticed that we have spoken english. The entire time. It was quite nice. The blonde vampire
had an comforting french accent. It was a bit hypnotizing. He was half way through the door
as I got my senses back.
" Can I come with you?" Slowly he turned to me. His eyes had a mean and eerie glimmer. It
made even me tremble.
° Do you really want to come with a monster like me?° He sounded amused.
" I'm monster, too. Or did you forgot it already?" Now he laughed, open and honest.
" If you are able to follow me, then do it." And with that he was out of the room. But I was
hot on his heels. He couldn't escape, because he was like a magnet for me. In my head I could
hear him laugh. It seemed that he had a lot of fun with our little chase.
********
He hadn't a problem to keep pace with me. He never lost me for one second. I had to admit,
that I was impressed. He watched silently after I found my victim. I was a little bit nervous,
because I didn't liked it when somebody watched me feed. It was a weak moment for a
vampire. But he had no intention to harm me. Even if he was a stranger to me. But I knew that
would change.
Well-fed and satisfied we walked trough the dark and empty streets of Tokyo. And again my
silent friend had no problems to walk next to me. Infront of my apartment we separated.
° We'll meet again in a few days!° I didn't give him any chance to reply. I merely
dissapeared.
That was two weeks ago. I did wrote that story about him. He really liked it, which satisfied
me to no end. He didn't said it out loud, but he let me read his mind.
Oh, his colleague – the orangehaired one – followed him the last time. It seemed that my dear
irish friend behaved different than before our first meeting. That was worring his friends.
Ecspecially Schuldig. So I met the German one and played a bit with him. It had been a lot of
fun, for me and Farfarello. Schuldig wasn't that amused. I think I'll stay a little longer in
Japan.
Now I have to say goodbye. But believe this wasn't my last story. Till next time, my dear
readers.
Yours faithfully Lestat de Lioncourt
Notes: That was the first of 8 stories. Every member of Schwarz and Weiß did meet my
lovely vampire. But the other seven are still in German. So you see I am German, please bear
with my English.
******** - changing point of view
Hello ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce myself: My Name is Lestat de Lioncourt.
Famous, incredibly handsome, cheeky- . . . Oh you know my already. Ah, so I don't have do
go on, don't I?
So then let my begin my little tale. In these last days I've met a lot of interesting people.
Perhaps you know them, too.
Now please lean back and enjoy.
It began an few weeks ago:
Rather sleepy I climbed out of my coffin. My last days were awful. I couldn't sleep and my
fine little bed was so uncomfortable. But who cares? I stood up and stretched myself a few
times. My old lazy bones crack loudly and I pout a little. I'm so old. Fortunately my skin
doesn't wrinkle. Hach, it's good to be a vampire. Apropos(?) vampire, my belly was
rumbling. After I controlled my clothes - you know velvet doesn't wrinkle that much – I left
my hideaway in favour of the search of the right 'breakfast'. I'm living in Tokyo since last
year, a really nice city. But it's rather hard to find a true villain here. As far as I know the
underground speaks of a group of assassins, who deny the dark beats their tomorrow. Not that
thrilling if it weren't for my blood thirst. But tonight it was my night. The bad guy were
running directly into my arms, already frightened. That was odd. Nonetheless I drained him.
He was so surprised, he could not scream. Not a single syllable left his mouth. But a lot of
thoughts left his head. It was like standing under a waterfall, the Niagara Falls, you know
what I mean. I learnt all about him: he was 45 and a little swindler. His boss lured him into a
trap and hired someone to eliminate him. I smiled around my mouthful. Some more dinner for
me. Still smiling I laid the man down and stepped back. I could hear footsteps. They were
coming nearer. My smile grew bigger, more cruel now than charming.
After some minutes I saw two dark figures. A orange haired, green eyed guy with a bigger
than world attitude. His companion was more quiet with snow white hair and an golden eye.
The other eye was hidden beneath an eye patch. Whereas the Orangehead – obviously a
German since his thoughts were in German - looked at the corpse, the other one was looking
curiously around. It seemed that he was searching for something. And that something was me.
How could he know that I was there? This situation was frightening even me. The worst was
that I couldn't read his thoughts. There was a brick wall around his head.
I hid deeper into the shadows, but the stare of that lone golden eye didn't left me. That stare
left the feeling that I knew him. Did I saw him in my victims thoughts? No. I've seen him in
my dreams. But why was he there? I'm sure I never saw him before this night.
I was ripped out of my musing by the voice of the German one. " I have no idea who killed
him, but he saved us a lot of work. Let's go home, Farfie", he called out. His companion gave
me one last long stare then followed him. I left as well.
I reached my home in record time. My feet led my to the studying room, to the computer. I
had to divert my thoughts of this strange encounter. So I worked on my latest story. No not a
new adventure of mine. Only a little short-story. Instantly I had banned the last hour of my
mind. Thanks to a lot of practice.
Contented and full of ideas I sat down and started writing. My fingers flew like lightning over
the keyboard and made that satisfying clicking noise. Louis hates it. Said it annoys him so he
could not read. That statement never fails to amuse me. Oh, I miss him. My merciful Death.
But he is in Europe at the moment. With David. Sightseeing or something equally boring. But
I'm glad they get along, even if they leave for some time. Sometimes I like solitary. But only
for a few month. Who should I annoy when I'm alone, huh?
I shook my head a few times. Concentrate on the story, Blondie. So once again I started
typing, but there was something. It snatched my attention. Everything flew out of my head till
there was only one golden eye. Where did that came from? And why in the names of all hell
was he able to see me. Now I'm sure he did. But why? He is only a mere human! Furiosly I
hit the top of the desk. That damned thing shook a little, but I hadn't destroyed it. At that
moment I heard a low giggle. Was that my imagination? Did you ever heard anything about a
hallucinating vampire? No? Me too. So it had to real and that means someone found my
hideaway. That was not good.
Very slowly and calmly I stood up – I'd rather run away screaming, but that would have been
ridiculous. I searched the room of anything unfamiliar. Around me was a near darkness. I
don't need much light. Fortunately I have better senses than an average human being. That
senses told my about a beating heart near the window. It was to slow for a human one. What
the hell . . . oh, no. Please not Memnoch or any other devil. A sigh left my lips. Another
giggle. It sounded insane and absolutely human. At that moment I recognized the familiar
smell of blood. I made a few steps to the window and saw a slim silhouette. A golden eye
with an amused glimmer. It was him? How did he found me? I couldn't say a word. Felt like I
lost my voice. A imaginary vice grip was around my neck. The white-haired man left the
window-sill and circled me now. Unconsciously I straighten my back.
" You aren't a human", his voice was gruff, but pleasant. He spoke Japanese, but it was
obviously that he was gaijin. A European. The accent was strong. His warm breath caressed
may face. " No, I'm not", ah my voice was back.
" Then what are you? You killed our victim?" " Oh really", I was back to my old self. With
all bravery and pride. That guy found my hideaway. Not even these wanna-be van Hellsings
had managed that. He was grinning, like my annoyance amused him. Fine, main thing he has
fun.
" You are very interesting", with that he turned around and went to my computer. He eyed the
monitor curiously.
" Fanfiction?" I could hear his frown.
" What's that for you?" I crossed my arms before me. What did the orangehead called him?
Farfie, right? A weird name. Farfie or whatever his name was sat down and read my currently
written words.
" Two cops? That's boring. Even Schu reads more thrilling stories."
" Who is Schu?" He turned to me and smiled. It looked beautiful.
" My companion from before."
" You mean the one with the big ego."
" Right. He always reads stories about us and Weiss." That statement snatched my attention.
Not that he hadn't managed that the moment I saw him.
" Weiss?"
" A group of assassins like us." Us? I tried to read his thoughts and - wonder never case – I
could. It seemed he had allowed my in. The us he was speaking of were four men. He himself,
then the German one - his name is Schuldig, the name speaks for itself – Bradley Crawford
and Nagi Naoe. They all work for a politician named Takatori.
" Are these stories any good?" A shrug of his shoulders.
" They are a bit boring", he sounded disappointed. Soundlessly I walked towards him, but he
heard me nonetheless and lifted his head.
"What's your name?" And I thought he would never ask.
" Lestat de Lioncourt. It's a pleasure to meet you. Would you honour me with your name?"
He bent his head a little to side like a dog would do. After a few seconds passed he spoke.
" Farfarello." I nodded and offered my hand.
"You scared me a little, Farfarello", I told him. He giggled insanely again. But that didn't
mattered. They all called me crazy and perhaps they are right.
He took my hand. God, he had quite a grip for a human. Suddenly he released my hand and
stood up. With fast steps he went for the window.
" You are leaving?"
" I have to", with that he jumped out of the window. Not that unusual if my rooms weren't in
the fourth floor. Normal people would have some broken bones after such a stunt, but didn't
even limped as he ran down the street. Farfarello what? An interesting man.
With my head full of new information I went back to work. But now with a new goal: all
information I could get about Weiss and Schwarz. Schwarz. I had to smile. In my opinion it
was a stupid name. But Farfie found it fitting.
After some time I had found a lot about the men. Internet was a fantastic invention. I read the
files about Farfarello and his friends till dawn. Then I had to go. Not that sunlight would hurt
me that much anymore. But I hate it to sleep on the floor. But as I stood up a blinking link
caught my eye. Hm, a fanfiction-site. My finger was faster than my head. I opened the site
and there in capital letters I could read Weiss Kreuz. I think Farfie thought something of that
site. It seemed to be one of Schuldig favourites. So I saved the link and went to bed.
Tomorrow evening I had a lot to read. It was the first night in a week that I slept really well.
Not long after dawn I was up and wide awake. And in front of my computer, reading. I had to
know all about my new little friend and what the world thought about him. A few minutes
passed and I was totally absorbed into the world of Weiss Kreuz.
********
It took me hours to gain Crawford's permission for going out, but I managed. He even
allowed me to go alone, which was good. I couldn't bring him or Schu with me. Not when I
was going to meet this guy. Who knows what Lestat would do with them? This morning I
overheard a conversation between Schu and our leader. They had talked about the last job.
The victim, which we hadn't killed, was complete bloodless. Not a single drop was left.
Moreover he had two little wounds at the side of his that. They resembled bite marks a lot.
That all sounded as if he was killed by a vampire. So this Lestat was a vampire. I had to laugh
about that thought. It earned my a confused glance from Nagi. We sat together in our cosy
living room. It was obvious that the little one feared me to one point, nonetheless he spent his
time with me. If I was honest to myself, I liked listening to him. Not that he speaks that much.
His presence calmed my insane side and he was more mature than Schuldig. Quite a plus.
Wait where started my musings? Right, going out. I couldn't go yet, because it was possible
that Takatori wanted something from us or so the Boss said. Besides it was till bright outsides.
Vampires sleep in daytime, don't they. So I believe I wouldn't meet Lestat as long as the sun
wasn't down. I really hope he is a vampire. Such dark creatures have to hurt god. Sighing I
lean back into the cushions of the couch. Silently I wish that Crawford arrives soon.
A whole hour after my last thought I could go. Crawford said something about not bothering
Weiss, but that was never on my to do list. I like those four guy. Quite amusing. But I had
better things to do. Visiting Lestat. The blonde man was my new obsession. I had to see him.
Wihtout problems I found his apartment again. There was no light from within, but that's the
same as it was yesterday. Light seemed to be overrated.
Like yesterday I enter the room with help of the gutter. It was eassier as you might think. But
perhaps only for me. One window was open. How careless. I entred without a sound. Lestat
was infront of his computer. His eyes steadily on the screen. Cruiosly I looked at him. He
wasn't writing anything. He read something. But hey, that was the same website Schu talked
always about. Did he pay so much attention to my words? I had to smile. That was odd. I
don't smile. At least not a real smile. A little bit confused I touched my lips. Still there. I
shrugged my shoulders and made a stepp torwards the blonde man.
As I saw him the first time in the shadows his hair looked as black as the night. But in the pale
light of the screen it seemed to be as white as mine. His eyes were strange, too. At first I
thought they were a deep blue, but from time to time they glimmer purple like amethysts.
Purple, a beautiful color, as beautiful as blood red.
He didn't noticed me or so I thought. So I bent over his shoulder. My mouth was very near his
ear. " Exciting story?" A smile spread over his lips.
" Of course. But there aren't many words about you, non?"
I sighed. " Like I said, boring."
I straightned my back, arms crossed in front my chest. He spun around and looked me into the
eye. We stayed in that position for some time, till he smiled again. But that smile concerned
me a little. It was that kind of smile Schu gets when he mentally torments the kittens – his
choice of words. I frowned.
° The orangehead can read minds?°
Surprised I blinked a few times. His lips hadn't moved, but I heard him. In my head and that
much more clearly than Schu ever could manage. Lestat laughed low. A deep and velvety
sound.
° You aren't as surprised as I thought you would be. How comes?° I shook my head. Not
ready to answer his question.
" What are you?" I asked instead. Now he stood up and came to me slowly. He circled me like
I did it yesterday.
" Do you really want to know." His blue-purple eyes glimmered amused and a little bit
dangerously. But that didn't bothered me.
" Yes." Now it was his turn to shrugg shoulders.
" You are the boss", he grinned. Then took a seat on the window-sill. The pale moonlight
couldn't light his dark features.
" I am a vampire. But you suspected that already, didn't you?" He grinned again, so I could
see his snow white fangs. That sight faszinated me.
********
His calm wasn't shattered or anything. He really had suspected me being a bloodsucker and
he loved that possibility. So he wasn't frightned. Why should he? He himself was a dark and
dangerously beast. His bodylanguage spoke volumes. He was tall, slim and full of strength
and tension. But in the moment he was absolutly relaxed.
By now I know that my new friend was from Ireland and totally crazy, but that wasn't
important. I was as faszinated by him as he was by me. That's why I told him the truth. Louis
and David will scold me for doing it. Calling me insane and other unfriendly things, because I
didn't got rid of him. But why should I? He wouldn't harm me.
" Your colleagues don't know where you are, don't they?"
" No", was his short answer. I already thought so. He didn't appears like a chatty type of guy.
" How does it feel beeing a vampire?"
" How does it feel beeing an professional killer?" That brought his smile back. This sight
warmed my dead heart. But he turned around and went to my computer, crossreading the
story. Smiling again a little.
" Can you write something like that, too?" I only nodded. I wasn't sure if he could see it. So I
left my place on the window-sill and stood beside him.
" Should I wirte a story for you?" I placed my head on his shoulder, looking straight into his
eye.
" You only have to say a word and I do it. Perhaps I'm capable to excite you more than the
others", I wispered, but I knew he could unterstand my words.
********
His head on my shoulder was as cold as ice and he was even paler than yesterday. At first I
thought it was because of the light. But now I could see, that I was wrong. Hm, why was he so
pale?
His offer was inviting. Besides it filled me with anticipation when I thought about Schus
funny face while reading a story about me. He waited completely motionless for my answer.
But after a few seconds he smiled. It seemed that he knew my answer already.
" Can I read it beforhand?"
" Sure you can. After all it's about you." Lestat moved a bit and his head left my shoulder.
" I have to go now. If I was a human I would say my belly is rumbling." He then turned
around completely and snatched a coat of his settee. This suddenlyness confused me a bit.
° You made me hungry my friend, but I don't want your blood.° Now I understood. I also
noticed that we have spoken english. The entire time. It was quite nice. The blonde vampire
had an comforting french accent. It was a bit hypnotizing. He was half way through the door
as I got my senses back.
" Can I come with you?" Slowly he turned to me. His eyes had a mean and eerie glimmer. It
made even me tremble.
° Do you really want to come with a monster like me?° He sounded amused.
" I'm monster, too. Or did you forgot it already?" Now he laughed, open and honest.
" If you are able to follow me, then do it." And with that he was out of the room. But I was
hot on his heels. He couldn't escape, because he was like a magnet for me. In my head I could
hear him laugh. It seemed that he had a lot of fun with our little chase.
********
He hadn't a problem to keep pace with me. He never lost me for one second. I had to admit,
that I was impressed. He watched silently after I found my victim. I was a little bit nervous,
because I didn't liked it when somebody watched me feed. It was a weak moment for a
vampire. But he had no intention to harm me. Even if he was a stranger to me. But I knew that
would change.
Well-fed and satisfied we walked trough the dark and empty streets of Tokyo. And again my
silent friend had no problems to walk next to me. Infront of my apartment we separated.
° We'll meet again in a few days!° I didn't give him any chance to reply. I merely
dissapeared.
That was two weeks ago. I did wrote that story about him. He really liked it, which satisfied
me to no end. He didn't said it out loud, but he let me read his mind.
Oh, his colleague – the orangehaired one – followed him the last time. It seemed that my dear
irish friend behaved different than before our first meeting. That was worring his friends.
Ecspecially Schuldig. So I met the German one and played a bit with him. It had been a lot of
fun, for me and Farfarello. Schuldig wasn't that amused. I think I'll stay a little longer in
Japan.
Now I have to say goodbye. But believe this wasn't my last story. Till next time, my dear
readers.
Yours faithfully Lestat de Lioncourt
Notes: That was the first of 8 stories. Every member of Schwarz and Weiß did meet my
lovely vampire. But the other seven are still in German. So you see I am German, please bear
with my English.