Who is that blonde guy next to Farfie

Who is that blonde guy next to Farfie?

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****** - changing point of view
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Welcome back Ladies and Gentlemen. It’s so nice to see you again. This is the story about my ‘date’ with Schuldig. I hope you enjoy it.

Happily munching on some strawberries I sat on the white sofa in our living room. On the armchair in front of me was Farfie. He was – as always – mentally not at home. But this time it was a bit different than normal. He was in that state of mind since our last mission. That one were the dumb guy was killed by someone else. That was one strange incident. Even Crawford said so. So he told Nagi to hack into the pc of the morgue to get the autopsy report. It said that the man died of acute blood loss. But there weren’t any blood, not even one little drop and as I touched him he was still warm. Not hypothermic. That comes along with blood loss. I had to know. Our fearless leader was satisfied with the report, not at least interested in the why and possibly what ifs. We got paid for a job we hadn’t done and that was it. In his opinion. But I had other thoughts. After all I had seen Farfs strange behaviour on the crime scene. He had been on guard naturally, like the good little tool he was. But he had also looked around like he searched for something and I had the uneasy feeling he searched for the other killer. Also he had disappeared that night to somewhere only he knew of. After that night he begged Crawford to be allowed to go out. And the American let him, because he was on a good behaviour on the last days.
At that time I had already decided on following him. Something was wrong with him and I intended to find out. They called me mastermind for a reason. A glance on my watch told me that there was still some time. Half an hour or so. Hm, lets see. Perhaps I could bother the chibi for some time. He behaved different, too. But I knew already why. I had to snigger.
*******
Refreshed, warmed and full I sat on the window-sill of my studying room. In the last nights I wrote that story for Farfarello. I’m quite satisfied with the out coming and I hope Farfie is also. I was a bit nervous about that whole thing. I hoped the Irishman get here real soon. We have met two times and I had enjoyed his very presence. Okay he was absolutely crazy. Should that bother me? Of course not.
So back to business. Somebody approached my hideaway. A human being with a slow heartbeat. That had to be Farf. At first I thought he was one of the living dead, too. Why was his heart beating so slowly, huh? I smiled a bit as I glanced down the street. That smile grew boarder as I saw that one golden eye. I always smiled when I saw him. He held such a power over me. I shook my head a bit to clear my thoughts. Then I left the window-sill. My white haired friend doesn’t like doors. In a few seconds he was on the window-sill. He too smiled. It was a little crooked. I didn’t knew what to say. But obviously that was not a problem.
“ Schu becomes curious”, were his first words for this night.
“ Does that mean I’m going to meet him soon?“ He only nodded.
“ I finished your story. Hope you like it.” I pointed at my computer. Farf stood up and walked over slowly. He sat down and began to read. I named the story ‘Moonlight’. He became absorbed in my writing very fast.
*******
Cursing lowly I put my jacket on. At same the time I put my shoes on and I ran down the stairs. I was really glad that I made my way in one piece. Crawford eyed me a bit strange as I stumbled past him.
While I was teasing Nagi about his not anymore secret love I’d missed that Farfie had already left our villa. I hoped that my Irish friend hadn’t made it that far yet.
Well I guessed some goddess really liked me. It took my only five minutes to catch him. So I followed him. In a save distance.
Why the hell was he so fast? I always wondered where his strength and endurance came from. But he was called berserker, wasn’t he? My Irish friend went direct into the city. This area was quite familiar to me. Hm, wait a second. This was the same place in which our hit was killed. Why was Farfie coming back here. I looked a bit distressed around. Unfortunately that’s how I lost Farf.
Fuck. Where did he go? I was in no mood to search for him. But obviously I had to. Perhaps I could trace some fragments of his thoughts. It was really hard to read Farfs thoughts. I think its due to the fact that he is absolutely crazy and has only religious garbage in that pretty head of his. Of course I found nothing. Life’s just so cruel to a little telepath like me.
*******
After he read the story Farf was back next to me on the window-sill. But he was silent. Not uttering one word. I couldn’t resist the temptation to give a glimpse into his mind. I was so curious what he thought about my writing. His thoughts told me that I did a good job and so I was satisfied. Farf smiled at me, only a little. It seemed to me that he had forgotten how to smile wholeheartedly. But I think I could help him with this. Comes time, comes my magic.
Sitting there the white haired man gazed downwards the street. He did it quite sternly. Was there something interesting? I followed his gaze and saw nothing. Only the empty street. No living soul was out. Normal for that late hour. It was nearly twelve. But suddenly I heard a curse. But it wasn’t spoken out loud. Someone cursed mentally. I smiled cruelly as I recognized the language. German. It seemed that my second guest was arriving.
Farf sensed his colleague, too. He gave me a short glance.
“ Your buddy is arriving soon.”
*******
All around me was nothing. Only darkness and seemingly empty houses. I even didn’t knew in which part of the city I was. Cursing lowly I stopped. The weak glimmer of a lamp enlightened a small patch of the pavement. There was only silence and emptiness around me. If not for the fact that I was a god damned killer I would have been frightened. But I couldn’t stop the goose bumps arising on my arms. I had the feeling that someone watched me, but as mentioned I was totally alone. Not one living soul was out on the street. Nothing, nichts, niente, nada. It was eerie. And it was the same street, in which our last hit mysteriously had died.
And why did I remember Granny’s old spooky stories at a moment like this? Why in such a isolated area? That was so cruel! Mentally I scolded myself. The only thing I didn’t do was stomping my feet like an sulky five year old kid. Sighing I took a deep breath and leant against the lamppost. I closed my eyes – I know that’s not very wise on my part, so I couldn’t see if someone is going to attack me. A laugh followed that thought. Was I laughing about myself already? No. That wasn’t me. Someone else was laughing and I could hear it directly in my head. I straightened up, a bit scared. Who was able to read my mind?
*******
Lestat stood close to me and laughed quietly. His eyes were fixed on Schu, who was standing beneath a lamppost. Suddenly he straightened up. It seemed that something had scared him. Lestat laughed a bit louder. Now I knew what’s happening. My blond friend was reading Schus mind. The German wasn’t used to a foreign voice in his head.
“ I think we should make our presence known. Shouldn’t we, Farfie?”
I thought about that a few seconds, then I nodded.
“ Good”, the blonde vampire directed his eyes again to Schu. Only a few seconds later the Orangehead lifted his eyes above. It seemed that he found us.
*******
° Take a look above, Sweet one.“ What the hell? Where did that voice came from? But I did as the voice told me. It wasn’t easy but I could see two figures in a fourth floor window. The weak light of the room enlightened only their silhouettes. It took me some time to recognize Farfarello. But who was that blonde guy next to him? He looked a bit creepy. Perhaps it was due to the light? Again I heard that laughing.
° Don’t you want to join us?° The voice was gentle and flattering and with an delightful French accent. I sighed again. Okay you can call me an idiot, but I did what that voice told me. How goes that saying? Curiosity killed the cat. I told that my little Bombay kitten nearly every time we have met and now? I wasn’t any better.
The door of the fourth floor apartment wasn’t locked. But hey, I was invited. Wasn’t I? I didn’t trembled on bit as I entered – I was quite pride about that little fact. The room before me was economical furnished. A desk with an computer and a settee and nothing more. I looked around. Farf sat on the window-sill, but he was now alone. Where was the other guy? I felt uneasy and the sound of a closing didn’t helped at all. Why didn’t I noticed that there was someone behind me.
“ Have no fear, I mean no harm.” The voice which I heard already in my head was directly behind me. Should I believe him?
“ Why shouldn’t you?”
*******
Before me was a seldom sight: a frightened looking Schuldig. Normally he is the one who frightens somebody. But not with Lestat in the same room.
My vampire friend stood behind the German one. He nearly touched him. Schu had even jumped a bit as Lestat spoke up to him. It seemed that he didn’t trust Lestat one bit. Hm, why did I trust him? I had no idea. Probably he has my trust, because I’m insane. What could he do to me, besides drinking my blood. Oh, that is something didn’t know. I look forward to seeing his face, when he had to swallow that bit of information. It is not everyday that you talk to a vampire.
*******
Farfies thoughts were amusing as amusing as the ones of our dear little Orangehead. The German one considered me as crazy as his white haired colleague. Perhaps he is right. I stepped out from behind him, so he could see me completely. Despite of the dark he could see me clearly and he liked what he saw. But that wasn’t new. Yes I know, I’m a vain creature.
“ Why are you here, Schuldig?”
It didn’t surprised him that I knew his name. His smile was a little crooked and at the same time a bit mean.
“ Farfarello.“
“ Are you worried about him?“ Saying that I wandered over to my Irish friend and leaned against the window-frame. Schuldig watched my every move. He really didn’t trusted me. But why should he?
“ I wanted to know why he behaved so strange.”
“ More strange than normal?” I smiled first at him and than at Farfie.
“ Maybe my company isn’t good for you”, I caressed his cheek. I had to touch that faint smile on his lips. Schuldig stared at my hands and wondered why they hadn’t been ripped off. I knew that Farf held a dislike at being touched. But it seemed that my touch is a exception. Schuldig also wondered why I was still living.
“ Oh, I’m already dead.”
He made a really funny face at my words. I had to laugh. Even Farfie laughed, but it was not loud enough for his friend to hear.
*******
I had to admit it was quite funny to watch Schus face as Lestat touched me. He couldn’t imagine that there was someone who was allowed to do it. But the hands of my vampire friend were always so cold and hard. Like stone. I couldn’t suppress the longing for his touch. The touch left me with a strange but comforting feeling. Perhaps I explain it to Schu sometime. When he has recovered from this encounter.
Hm, what had Lestat said? He is already dead? Here comes the exciting part of this conversation. Did Schu believe in vampires?
*******
Hä? What did he said? He is dead. And why the hell did he stay next to Farf? Did he really believe I’m that stupid?
“ So you are dead. Than tell me, what are you?” Sarcasm was dripping of my words. The blonde only smiled – a sight to behold. The guy looked stunning. I think that’s why his ego was so big.
“ I am one of the living dead, a vampire.“ Okay, he is as crazy as Farfarello. A vampire. Yeah right. And I’m innocent. I couldn’t stop it, I had to laugh. That was one funny guy.
But that was a foolish thing to do. The blond used my distraction and moved like lightning. He was again behind. I hadn’t seen the movement, only felt it. That was creepy.
I felt how ice cold hands moved the hair at my neck.
“ I prove it to you”, with those words he bit me.
He really bit me. I felt needle sharp fangs sink in my neck. It hurt, but wasn’t that bad. My knees went weak and if it weren’t for his strong grip I would have fallen. What did he do?
*******
I only took the little drink. I had no intention to kill him. I only wanted to prove that I’m a bloodsucker. Satisfied I noticed Schuldigs weak knees. I sighed low as I released him, but I still hugged him close to me. Otherwise he would have fallen down. His thoughts weren’t as dizzy as I thought they would be. Benefits of being a telepath? I don’t know. But now he believed me.
“ You taste good, Sweet one.“
My gaze wandered to Farf. He had watched me – fascinated – as I drank from his colleague. It seemed that it didn’t bothered him. But I think that was due to the fact that I didn’t intent on killing the Orangehead. Farf would have attacked me if I had really hurt Schuldig. I’m sure.
After a while Schuldig was able to stand alone, so I let him go. As a precaution I took a step backwards. Who knows, maybe I hit me or something. It wouldn’t change anything. But he would feel better. A little ego boost, you know? But nothing happened. The German one looked at his colleague.
“ You have a strange taste in friends.“ Farf smiled at that.
“ That hurts God.“
Schuldig rubbed his sore neck.
“ No, that hurts me“, he muttered. Now he turned to me. I smiled at him and showed him my fangs.
*******
The living dead, sure thing that he is a friend of our crazy Irish man. Only he is able to find someone as him. And I’m so stupid and curios to follow him. Did that something good for me? No. Okay my neck felt only a little bit sore. But that blonde guy bit me. And he even dared to show me his fangs. Hm, they fit him. And they weren’t that big, but very, very sharp.
“ What’s your name?” A little late for asking, but better late then never.
“ Lestat de Lioncourt”, he even bowed for me.
I had the feeling that my eyes would pop out. Lestat. That Lestat? I felt like crying.
° You’ve read my books? Did you like them°
Argh, now I know how the kittens feel when I read their thoughts. It is annoying.
° Yes, I read them. But I never thought that you could be real.° Lestat laughed again.
“ Humans tend to believe in that, what they want to see. They don’t want to see us.” That sounded logical, but it was to much for me. I had to sit down. What normal man could digest something like that. Not that I’m a normal man, but I was only a human.
*******
Sighing Schu dropped to the settee. I never seen him like this before. It seemed that it was to much for him. He was really dumbfounded. Lestat set down next to him. His smile was mean. He had fun annoying Schu. They hadn’t talked that much. So I thought they talked mentally. Serves Schu right to swallow his own medicine. I heard a laugh in my head. I looked up, directly in purple-blue eyes.
° He is angry that I could read his thoughts, but he isn’t able to read mine.°
Ah, that’s the problem. I sniggered. Even if Schu was angry with me for the next few days. It was worth it.
*******
I had a lot of fun annoying the German telepath. And I could enjoy that situation for another whole hour. But than Farfie spoke up. He had to go home or Crawford would never let him out for a long while. That wasn’t in my interests. So I said my goodbyes to those two.
I kissed Schu fast and hard onto his lips. He was a bit shocked. Good to see that I hadn’t lost it.
“ See you again, má chere!” I believe he muttered something like: please no. But I’m not entirely sure. Farf only smiled and jumped out of the window. Schuldig shook his head and took the stairs.
*******
It was past half one as we were back at home. Crawford and Nagi were sound asleep, much to my comfort. I did need them to bother me. Not after such a meeting.
Farf left with a faint ’good night’ for his room. Yeah, leave me alone. Okay it wasn’t his fault. Wait it was his fault. Why did he befriend a vampire? Wasn’t there a different method to hurt God? Obviously not.
Tiredly I went up the stairs to my room. Sleep sounded really good. I felt like all energy had left me. I don’t if it was cause of the biting or cause of the whole night.
As I reached my room I stripped down and went to bed. I closed my eyes and drifted off to dreamland.
Faintly I heard a soft voice with a thick French accent. ° Sleep well má chere!° Involuntary I snarled. But I didn’t answered. That stupid guy should not believe he could annoy me.
*******
I laughed to myself. Schuldig was a interesting person. Like Farfie. Hm, are the other guys of Schwarz the same? I think I should visit them, too.

That’s the end of my little story. I’m sure we will meet again since I meet the little one of Schwarz. A adorable guy.
Sincerely yours Lestat de Lioncourt.