by Hayley Campbell

Created on: April 24, 2009

DARKNESS LULLABY (part 4) (part 1 is in novel excerpts : vampires, part 2 is in novel excerpts: fantasy, part 3 is in novel excerpts: uncertainty)

I didn't know what to do now. In general, I wasn't good at this romantic stuff. I mean, I've had a couple boyfriends (who hasn't?) but I had never experienced anything to this magnitude. It wasn't all physical, although I will admit I do admire his beautifully sculpted body. We had a mental and spiritual connection that I'm not too sure I understood. "Now," He said, the desperation completely gone from his Irish voice, "it'll be a while before Nathalie gets here. What do you wish to do, mon petit amour?"

In school, I had only taken a semester of French before getting a schedule change (Because not only do the French have difficult language rules, but they tend to break them at every opportunity. And every single thing from the wall to a pencil had a gender! And you had to make the adverbs and adjectives and everything else match the stupid gender. Honestly, who really cares if the floor is feminine or masculine? No, French wasn't for me.) but I was pretty sure he just called me his love in some way. "Let's talk. Not about anything you don't want to, of course."

"Then let's move to some place that is lesstempting." He said, extending an arm out the doorway.

A smile lit across his face causing me to silently act like a giddy school girl. I giggled slightly as I bent my head and let my brown hair slide to cover my face. The gesture was obviously worthless because I knew he saw me blush. Still, my face was easily hidden with my hair. I loved the way it was cut to let it do that. It was called tapered' or something. I loved the way it framed my face and made me look good with the way it was parted to the side (which, if I didn't fix it properly, looked like it was eating the right side of my face).

But hair gestures and internal babble aside, I went down the stairs and passed through the music room to enter the living room. It was relatively huge, about three-fourths the size of Nat's kitchen. A titanic flat screen hung on the west wall. What space on that wall the TV didn't cover up was filled with row after row of DVD's. Couches were sorted skillfully around the room. All were white to match the walls and carpet. I almost didn't want to walk in; afraid I might get it all dirty.

Sitting on the couch not quite in the center of the room, I saw Rikken take a seat on the couch opposite to me. It was so hard to not stare

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