A/N: Hello all, this will be a short piece. Bare with me with this one because I want to make this story have a dark theme to it. I'm still working out exactly how I want everything to play out. The chapters might be around 1,000-2,000 words. I think if their that short it will give me more of an incentive to write more to it faster. This will be a Bolo piece, with a tiny twist to it, but I wont give any secrets away. Hopefully you guys enjoy it. Also, keep in mind I have no idea how the classes or student life are at Julliard. I'm completely taking liberties in this story with it, so keep that in mind please lol

Disclaimer: I don't own any Lost Girl characters. They are the property of their respective owners, and are not my intellectual property. There is no financial gain made from this nor will any be sought. This is for entertainment purposes only.

Chapter 1

Lissome fingers pressed down on the smooth neck, the callousness of each thick string was so ingrained into her it was as if touching her own skin. With a relaxed, limp wrist she readied and moved the bow, the stiff hairs gliding across the strings producing a heavenly timbre from the cello. The sleek mahogany body was steady and solid against her bare flesh, the thigh's cream complexion contrasting the gloss wood. As her fingers flew up and down the strings with expertise and precision, the instrument began to moan. Lauren played Camille Saint-Saëns' "The Swan", one of her favorites while peering out her window at the big, pallid moon- her only audience. The dark and seductive tune began to ebb into the warm blanket of melodies soothing her ears. Closing her brown eyes almost like being lulled to sleep, she concentrated on perfecting every tone ripped from between her clutches. The smell of sandalwood fought for dominance over the aromatic candles burning in the corners of her homely bedroom, the warm amber glow filtering and the inability to sleep roused the blonde to pick up her love-her cello and play to her hearts content.

At night, when the only sound heard was insomniac taxi cab drivers at street level, the occasional snore and murmur from her roommate, Jade, who was a heavy sleeper and the silence filling her tiny two bedroom New York apartment Lauren would pick up the string instrument- an ongoing conversation was had daily. She would speak with her hands, signing the words sometimes hush, a whisper as if she was telling secrets-her sonatas, other times she would scream, her sentences jumbled together and inarticulate and her cello was always there…listening. Its body would comfort a weeping Lauren, the resounding string, the voice telling her….

'Speak softly, let my salve heal your wounds. They don't understand…they don't, but I do. Take comfort in me'

And she did seek and take comfort. The loneliness was nothing new for her. Her bed was always cold, the thick comforter wrapped around her tightly as she fantasized a lover would. Eating for one at restaurants was nothing new, the phenomenon of humiliation completely lost on her by now. Maybe a deep apathy had settled in her veins, when looking from hooded lashes over her fork at the happy couples at tables.

It was like she was impervious to love.

Her brow creased, her face etched in concentration as her orange lit fingers trilled, the vibrato rumbling against her chest, she was being swept far away…

It wasn't that she was unattractive, no, Lauren was a sight to behold. Even with her soft disposition, men and women were smitten with her, but the attention was empty and vain. Lauren could tell when her eyes would search their glazed eyes looking through her not at her, their smiles though vibrant didn't hold the kind of soothing warmth that she dreamed about. It was a scorching heat, willing to devour her just from the hint of a breath. All she wanted was someone to understand her, someone to take comfort in, she couldn't even remember the soft pliable flesh of a woman, the rising octaves of mounting pleasure released from every breath, the organic, sensual dance their body did when climaxing. She missed it deeply, she missed companionship.

The natural tempo of the piece called Lauren to quicken her hand movements, her delicate arms pushing and pulling- the rhythm being kept meticulous as her limbs danced across the neck, down to the body as every dramatic note brought her closer to crescendo…

She wasn't the most popular person also. Matriculating at the prestigious school Julliard was very challenging-the most challenging thing she has done in her 22 years of living. But Lauren was compelled to be the best at her craft, being ordinary, only good was not an option. The cello called for excellence and she wanted to give that to her. The only companion she knew for so long and eased her woes. Hearing the full sound of the strings emanating always filled her heart with an unexplainable peace and resolution. Playing helped her to think, a meditation her soul exercised and longed for.

Her face was gentle and calm as she reached the crescendo, a small appreciative smile peeked at the corners of her mouth as the bow kept the notes ringing, the harsh complementary sounds making the adagios peak haunting.

The resolution ended, the only sound to be heard as Lauren put her cello back on its stand was silence. Climbing back into her cold bed she settled her body, bringing the covers around her body to combat the subtle chill in the air. Watching the moon once again, the natural light dancing on the ground, she surmised in finality that she would know the touch of a woman once more and it would be more than just sex. The fire that she saw in the woman's eyes would be a tender calm, she would carnal yet sophisticated, temperate yet instinctive. Someone that would expel the indifference growing inside of her.

Lauren's brown eyes sought out the lustrous cello standing erect in the corner. Flame shadows bounced and fizzled on the body haphazardly.

The woman would be like that of a cello.

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The alarm shrilled causing Lauren to awaken with a groan. The sun entered her room from the opened window, as a soft breeze ruffled her white curtains repeatedly. Wiping her eyes with her palms, she pulled the sleep from her eyes before turning off her annoying alarm with a not so gentle tap. The cold floor eating into the soles of her feet, helped her to wake up more as she got up from the bed. She stretched her limbs, yawning the leeriness away. Getting up, she scratched her scalp nonchalantly, ruffling her voluminous blonde hair more while she left her bedroom, the steady pitter patter of her feet hitting the floorboards was heard in the vacant hallway.

Taking a shower, Lauren groaned when the steady stream of the warm water released the tiny knots in her shoulders and neck. The droplets rained down on her face and hair, slicking the heavy strands to her skin. Grabbing the shampoo she wash her hair thoroughly, her fingers massaging her scalp, the suds washing off of her porcelain flesh to go down the swirling drain. Then she bathed, washing away yesterday's memories and filth as much as she could.

Yesterday had been a hard day. She thought her teachers were harsher on her than normal, of course one needed thick skin at Julliard a reprimand became as customary as a greeting there. But yesterday was just downright hurtful as she played the selected piece in front of her waiting peers. All expectant eyes watching voyeuristically as she sat before them in the large room. Her nerves were raging rampant and as she felt the cool of the wood in her left hand as she fingered the notes, she was very aware of how clammy her palms were, her perspiration wiping along the back of the neck as she played on with channeled passion. The acoustics in the room and the attentive, militant gaze of her teacher close by watching for excellence, for mistakes, all served to put her more out of her element and it showed in her botchy technique or at least that's what she had been told. She just listened, fighting the pain in her throat and the stinging of her eyes filling with unshed tears that she refused to let fall. The rest of the day passed by uneventful and in a blur as her mind would not let the pressure she was under recede away.

The approaching date of her solo performance is coming up in two weeks and there was no room for error.

Rinsing the body wash from her fresh skin, she turn off the water and climbed out the shower. She blow dried her hair, brushed her teeth and put clothes on-blue jeans and white button down shirt. The fabric was soft and color pristinely clean.

Jade looked up with a warm smile, her green eyes twinkling when Lauren had walked into the living room on her way to the kitchen. She had been leaning over her newspaper, both hands cradling the steaming cup of coffee in her hands immersed in the comic section.

"Hey Lauren what's shaking?" Jade said before taking a ginger sip of the warm liquid. "I didn't expect to see you this early, last night I heard you playing pretty late."

Lauren laughed entering the kitchen. Jade sunny personality always could combat her morning crabbiness. "I'm sorry if I was a bit too loud" Lauren apologized, she know that they talked about this on many occasions already, how she gets so into her music not realizing how the volume might be resonating throughout their apartment. Sometimes Lauren hears Jade signing violin in the evening while she's tucked away in her room, but that doesn't stop Lauren from feeling guilty.

"Pfft, don't be silly Lauren ya know it's cool, plus I love hearing you play. You know that" Jade replied, hoping her voice was displaying her truthfulness of the statement. "So any plans this morning? Looking pretty spiffy there."

Lauren looked down at her outfit, trying to figure out what was so spiffy about her outfit exactly, but she took the compliment nonetheless. "I'm going to go to the subway for a bit, thinking of hitting Union Square today, picking up some good money. It is Saturday, people might be more generous and it's a bigger flow of people." She replied with a shrug, grabbing a coffee mug from the cabinet and filing it. "I'm surprised to see you up to early" she glanced at the stove to see illuminated time shown. "10:40 am is usually early for you on the weekends." She finished sitting at the counter watching Jade begin to laugh, a dimple poking out.

"I know right? I'm all about beauty rest on the weekends, but I figured I'd go for a run, ya know, the weather is beautiful outside, it'd be nice to get out for a bit." Jade sighed folding the newspaper neatly on the countertop, her lips pursed. "I guess I'll get a move on than, were still on for going to the bookstore later today right?" Jade asked after hugging Lauren.

"Totally I want to pick up some more classical music. My muse is completely lost in translation right now."

"Oh don't listen to those assholes Lauren, you're the best fucking cellist at Julliard right now. You're gonna rock the hell out of that performance. I have all the faith in the world you will." Jade said holding Lauren by the shoulder, her chestnut ponytail laying off to the side and over Lauren. The blonde gave her a grateful smirk.

"Thanks Jade, that means a lot." Lauren breathed out, her lips drawled upward into a smile.

"No prob" she said releasing her hold on the blonde. "Well I'm gone, see ya later" Jade said walking out the door, fiddling with her iPod arm strap.

Lauren finished her mug of coffee while casually glancing over the funny section that Jade had just been reading. She was excited and hopeful to be playing at the subway today. The feedback from the transient audience was always great, putting her in high spirits and the small donations she got was great also. Some people actually decided to buy her EP of songs she made. the cds would sit from her cello's open black case swimming in a small sea of green dollar bills that people threw in there giving a thumbs up as she sat nearby drawing the bow across the stings producing heavenly sounds that commanded the attention of people to stop and observe.

She washed her mug out and put back in the cabinet before walking back to her room and getting her gear ready and packed for Union Square.