Part Five

Louis' Journal early hours of near-dawn 28th, April, 1900

After I returned from feeding Last night Armand told me that we had recieved
an invitation from our neighbor Clarissa Toulouse to celebrate her 100th
birthday with her. Of Course Armand refused to go, saying celebrating
thing such as birthdays' when we are old as we are becomes rather pointless.
So I decided to go there on my own, never expecting what would happen next.
When I had got there, She greeted me with a smile and snd she shown me in,
but when I got there I was absolutly astounded there he was. The young man
I'd been trying to look after since I first saw him just after two and a
half months ago, he seemed familiar to me even then. Though I couldn't seem
to place it. But now then it didn't matter he was right here in front of me
accompanied by that dwarf I had run into earlier. Then Clarissa began to
make the introductions.

"Ah there you are Monsuier de Pointe du Lac, I was
begining to worry about you. Well now then I want to to meet somebody." She
said kindly as the waved her hand at the two men in front of me as they
stood up. "Monsuier this is My Nephew Henri and his friend Christian"

Christian!! So that was his name I had wondered what it was for a while now,
but now that I've actually met him it suits him beautifuly. We all talked
for a while about various things for a while until the cake was brought out.
I had to lie and say I was allergic to anything with sugar in it and that I
had just eaten before I found out about the invitation. Well not really
lying but streching the truth a bit but afterwards I asked Christian and
Toulouse (what Henri prefers to be called) about them selves Toulouse told
about his job at the Moulin Rouge. Then I noticed something was amiss.

Christian had gotten quiet all of a sudden. When I asked him what was wrong.
He decided to tell me that he too had worked at the Moulin Rouge for a short
while there as a writer and said nothing more. Then I remembered why he had
seemed familiar to me.I had seen him that Night at the Moulin Rouge, the
only night in Fact Spectacular,Specatular was ever played, Armand had
dragged me out that night to see it. Oblivious to everyone ,even Armand I
could see certain things were NOT part of the show. As the hours grew later
and the subject got away from Moulin Rouge, myself and Christian had a
pleasant time talking about anything that came into our minds. I could tell
by the time I had to leave that I had fallen for him. Since he was on his
way out as well he volunteered to walk me home since it was on the way to
his flat as well.

When we had reached my front door and after I said my goodbyes to him. I
found that I didn't want to go inside just yet. I did the one thing my
instincts told me to do. I kissed him softly for what seemed like a good
five minutes. Not once did I feel him pull back to try to escape me. When
We finally parted. I asked him to dinner where we could talk more about his
life as a writer. All he could do was nod, with somewhat of a small smile
on his face. Then I gave him a tiny kiss. Then said goodnight. I entered and locked
locked the door behind me. I must leave now the sun is nearly up and
I do not want to fall asleep at this desk for the day.