Insomnia

The monitor hummed continuesly, as I typed on. Oblivus to the ever changing world. I blinked back the drowsyness that threatend to over take me. How long had it been since I last closed my eyes in sleep. Three days? Four? I had became nubm to the world. How ever long it had been Lestat had given up trying to ingaeg me in conversation. He had given up shoving food in me two days ago. He knew that he was powerless in this instens.Lestat had gone out to feed. Leaving me in the care of Michael. Michael was presently sprawld out over the love seat behind me. His shoulder length dark hair was matted to his head by beads of persperation. His eyes were shroded by dark shades. He was probaly working through the efects of another hang over.

"Can you stop with the typing. This shits been going on for days. Just because you can't sleep dosen't mean I have to suffer, and between you, and Lestat worring about you that's perceisly what I've been doing."

As I continue typing he looks over at me pulling the sunglasses further down his nose. I can now see him glaring at me with blood shot eyes. Lestat comes walking through the door. He survase the scene looking from me to Michael then back to me. Then he raise his hand, and places it on my forehead. His skin is flush, and warm.

"Has there been no change since I left? Has she said any thing?" He asks in his beautiful voice laced with french acsent.
He peers cautiusly at the screen. Then he smiles softly showing the tips of his fangs. "Well one thing is intacked at least she still has her good taste in men. Maybe we should trie to feed her again....yes I'll go get her something." He then disapeard in to the kitchen. Michael now stod over me in an imposing manner staring at the computer screen.

"I'm not sanding over you in an imposing manner!" He screamed indignently, "And I'm not being indignent ethier!" again being indignent. He scaled at me as he finished reading "Fuck you, and your vocabulary" he said calmly. I could hear Lestat in the kitchen. It was amazing how anyone could be such a bad cook, and still look so cute while he burned half the meal.
"Oh he's a vampire get over him"

"A cute vampire!" Lestat said as he poked his head in the door. "For heavens sake stop being so indignent Michael"

"Ahh I hate you both!"*Lestat smiles, as Holly supresses giggel*Michael glared at me "I blame you Holly" he mumbled..."will you stop typing that's all you've done for the last four days I can't take it anymore!"Michael's eyes slant in to a murderus stare. I Watch as he picks up a full beer can, and I can tell he means to throw it at me. He pulls back his hand then releases. The can gose hurtling twords my head. I duck my head but as the projectal comes closer that he has already figured that veryable in to his aim. As he juklgft[hy4.; l;d;gjkgkl k ...........

"There that will teach you. Hey Lestat I found the cure to insomnia!"