The Vampyre scribe alighted last night in a strange frenzy of stress, a combination unlike all that Lilith have seen.
" I have never lost my temper. "
" Did you lose your temper then? "
" No, but I told them I was going to the toilet, but left to come see you. "
" Oh dear, what happens next. "
" They are going to think I am still in the toilet! "
Lilith poured a little of the pink foot lotion out onto her hands, spreading it all over before grabbing CD's foot and giving him a gentle slow massage as he talked.
" I missed you so much. "
" Same here, it's been a long time. "
Does it matter who said what and who said first? You must be thinking who, what, when. Things like these seem irrelevant and trivial suddenly, when life is almost lost by one who affected Lilith most.
The vampyre scribe commanded, " Tell me what happened. "
Lilith began yet another story, floating her old life down to the turbulent sea of emotions that she could not control nor handle without the torrent of OH to send the tide of memories away. The power of OH is another story altogether, right now, she wanted to just forget by telling the tale. CD would see everything from a different perspective. He would make the pain go away.
Pain pain go away
Come again another day...
In her old life, when she was still an innocent, she had a boyfriend, confidante, companion, lover whom she was with for nearly three years. In name, in actuality, she was with him for two and a half years before breaking up with him due to his excessive gambling and addiction to it. For another half a year to one year, they still slept in the same bed and talked as if they were together, Lilith being absolutely faithful to just him.
BP was his name.
Was, because he can not remember his name, nor who he is.
I'm singing in the pain,
Oh singing in the pain...
He had carbon monoxide poisoning, sitting in his car with the engine running for eight hours. The police, on discovering him, took him to the police station for questioning. The doctors later told the family that if he was brought into the hospital immediately, the damage to his brain would not have been so great, but because the police only brought him in 10 hours after he was discovered, he could lose his memory for the rest of his life.
Stupid Fucking Police.
He is now in hospital, unable to remember anything except faces, but he could not place a name to the face, and he was unable to tell how the face is related to him. After doses of oxygen, he was able to remember the face for his father, mother, sister, ex wife, but could not remember their names still. When Lilith saw him, she just started crying. She was startled, for after becoming a vampyre, she could not cry.
That day she cried tears of pain, loss and blood.
Pain drops are falling on my head,
Pain drops are falling on my head...
Why did she feel so much for him still? After all, she had lost so much money to him and was under emotional hostage so many instances. Could she have prevented this tragedy? Could she have done anything at all? She felt guilty, she felt that she drove him to this end.
It was until later, when she spoke to all the different people he called before his poisoning that she started to piece the story together. He had been borrowing a lot of money from a lot of people, so certainly, he did not get poisoned because Lilith was forcing him to find the money for his own losses and needs. Before this instance, Lilith felt guilty for not wanting to listen to his plea for help, giving him the rubber hose which he used to end his pain and for forcing him to come up with the money.
Can Lilith be absolved that a human life was nearly ended because of what she did or didn't do?
" He made his choice. "
" He had no choice. "
" But you have - let it go. "
" I don't know how to. "
" My back hurts, I need to lie down. Come with me. "
CD made all the pain recede in the moments that followed and Lilith was free from her guilt, her burdens for a little crystal in time. She flew on a mad tide of abandon with CD into the rain with the wind whipping her hair wildly.
" Mad, it is really mad. "
" Amazing, you are so beautiful. "
" I know every European language, if not speaking, at least in understanding. "
" I want to hear you speak, don't stop. "
Ali spoke on and on, finding the root of each word, each parent, each in a different language, translating fluently.
" Did you eat durian? You smell like durian. "
" What? Of course not! Do I smell that bad? "
Lilith hurried to explain that Durian was her favourite fruit, and it doesn't smell bad to her.
King of the fruits.
They walked out into the night, lips to lips, frozen in time.
" I want to eat you, you are mine, at least now. "
" I want to take a picture. "
Lilith took so many pictures she was happy again, and was surprised when the prince took his camera out as well and snapped a few pictures of her taking pictures of him.
Shooting you shooting me...
" I owe you a full body massage. "
" You don't owe me anything. "
" I owe you more than that. "
Lilith did not ask for anything, and never thought about wanting anything but him and his words.
He gave her a perfume that night, asking her not to open the package till she was back in her house.
She stared at the bag for a long time, uncertain what it contained and should she open it.
She opened the pandora box in her mind and the perfume, "Prada" was there.
The bottle looked beautiful and the smell was an old smell unlike anything she had worn before. It was " Amber " with so many notes in the smell that she was reminded of different dreams as she sniffed the inside of her wrists where she had spritzed a little on.
Thank you, dear prince, it was a spur of the moment gift that you took out of your boot...
But it is beautiful.
And again, it was time for goodbye.
Goodbye, that we may meet again.
