Whisper in the Wind
Disclaimed
"She's absolutely going to kill you." Solange told me as I eyed fearfully eyed the suspiciously quiet closet. When I left, it had been madly rattling.
"Yah, what else is new?" I muttered half to myself. "Lucy? I'm gonna let you out now. Please don't make a fuss."
There was no reply. I heard Quinn snicker from the far wall. Coward.
"Luce, are you going to kill my brother?" my sister asked in her sweet little voice.
"Which one?" came the muffled reply. I paled, Quinn paled, even Solange, who was devoted to Lucy, paled.
"Oh no, Lucky don't you dare do this-" I started, but Solange slapped me upside the head.
"Yeah, because threatening her is going to help you? Idiot." She hissed, and opened the door.
As always, Lucy was breathtakingly beautiful. Even with her face closed off and angry. I pulled her limp body into my arms, brathing in her comforting scent. I wasn't holding her tightly enough. She slipped from my grasp and walked over to Solange, talking to her about some dude.
I fallowed them like a lost puppy until Lucy slammed the bedroom door in my face.
"You're so in the doghouse," Quinn laughed. I scowled at him. He shrugged. "You locked in a closet, what did you expect?"
"A broken nose," I muttered.
Logan entered the room with Isabeau on his tail. He glanced at me, "You have to let her out sometime,"
"Why do you think I haven't?" I asked my brother, who was wearing magenta tights.
"I didn't hear any shrieks of anger, or howls of pain." My fashion challenged brother said.
Isabeau elbowed him. "Play nice, or I'll lock you in a closet."
Quinn snickered. "You wont be hearing Lucy scream, or shout or even talk to Nicholas for a while."
Logan gasped. "She didn't."
I nodded, and he began to laugh. Then he stopped, Isabeau had punched him in the stomach. "Ow, Baby, that hurts."
She smiled sweetly, "I know, now tell me what this is all about."
Quinn took a deep breath, he loved telling this story. "when we were younger, and Lucy was about ten," he started.
"Twelve," I interrupted.
"Anyway, Lucy decided her life would be much easier if Nicholas didn't exist. So she ignored him, completely and totally, she didn't talk to him, or scream at him, or talk about him, or touch him, or kiss him…"
this time it was Isabeau who interrupted. Her eyebrows crinkled with confusion. "But I thought they hated each other when they were little."
"Oh yah." Quinn and Logan laughed, then high fived. Quinn glanced at me from the corner of his eye.
The message was delivered. I was totally screwed. "How long did it last?" Isabeau asked, laughing with them.
"Seven weeks," Logan said, relishing my pain.
"How did it end?" she asked.
"His mother locked them up in the same room until she spoke to him." Helena laughed form the door way. Liam was leaning against the doorframe watching his wife.
"And she always said she could go longer if she was aloud. She always said she wanted a rematch. I guess she got it." Conner said, appearing behind his parents.
"Will you lock us up again?" I begged my mother.
She laughed. "Oh no. you will have to deal with this one, Dear." She left, with Liam and Conner and ever-silent Sebastien.
"Good luck, Bro." Quinn clapped me on the shoulder and left.
"It helps if you look really hot, makes the ladies go mad." Logan said seriously.
"Says the dude wearing tights." I muttered back.
"Ladies?" Questioned Isabeau, as she left the room.
I raised an eyebrow, "What?" he asked, before fallowing after her saying "No, only you. I love you."
I collapsed on the couch and drove my hands threw my hair.
I smelled my sister come in, in wasn't that she stunk, I could just smell everything in the house, from Mrs. Brown to Lucy's spicy scent.
"She is so angry with you." Solange said softly as she sat by my side.
"cant you do anything?" I asked desperately.
She smiled gently, "You wont want to hear this, but right now, all she's talking about is Julien."
"The ex boyfriend?" I asked, jealousy rushing through my veins like poison.
"Uh-uh, sorry. You have some serious kissing up to do."
That gave me an idea. It felt slightly wrong because I got the idea from Solange's numerous stalkers, but I loved Lucy, and they only wanted little vampire daughters.
I smiled wickedly. "Lets get started then."