Chapter 1 – Dreaming
Hey everyone. I decided to try and write the rest of the Night World series. Maybe I'm crazy, but whatever. This is my first fanfic so please be gentle, and tell me what you think. If this chapter gets good reviews I'll write the rest of the story. If the story gets good reviews I'll write the next one (I have two stories planned) so please, please R and R!
P.S. Sorry about the chapter length, it's kinda short, I'll try and do better in future!
It was two days later. Keller was sitting in a sunny alcove in the safe house where Iliana and Galen and the others had been brought to protect them from the Night World. And give them a chance to recover.
It was nice to be still for a while. To sit and read... and think. And it was even nicer to be able to do it with Galen around.
He came in the door quietly – he always moved cat-quietly now. She smiled at him. He looked so wonderfully dear with his golden hair and fairy-tale looks and leopard-green eyes.
"I wrote you a poem," he said sitting down beside her. "Well no that's not true. I kind of stole what your mother wrote and made it into... something. I don't know what. But I think it's what she really meant to say, after all."
Keller blinked at him, then looked down at the piece of paper he gave her.
People die... so love them every day
Beauty fades... so look before it's gone
Love changes... but not the love you give
And if you love, you'll never be alone.
"Actually I was going to say, 'And you will always be alone... so don't rely on others for your happiness, but don't stop loving, either, because then you'll end up empty and alone instead of alone and strong and able to give without worrying about what you're going to get back.' But that was kind of long, and it didn't scan," he said.
Keller stared down at the paper blindly.
"I'm sorry," he said. "If you don't like it –"
Keller threw her arms around him, and her tears spilled over. "I'm going to burn the other one," she said. "And I love you. Kiss me."
He grinned. "Yes boss."
And he did.
Callie woke slowly, unwilling to end the dream. A half smile played on her lips; she wasn't sure how that story was going to pan out, but it had been a beautiful ending. She threw back the plain cotton covers and padded lightly over to her desk, flipping on lights, and powering up her laptop.
Moving at a snail pace she made her way to the bathroom and studied her ruffled appearance. The pink striped pyjama bottoms and white tee were old and a little tight, accenting her small but well curved body, and the wild tangle of pure white curls cascaded down around a pixyish face, to below her narrow shoulders.
The sleep-groggy girl in the mirror regarded Callie with wide grey eyes, framed by thick black lashes, and ran a hand through her contrasting hair. She smiled again and turned towards the shower.
Dressed in jeans and a purple t- shirt, a mug of coffee in hand, Callie sat down in front of her laptop and catalogued the latest developments in her dream. Hitting save, she scanned down the other documents; James and Poppy, Ash and Mary- Lynette, Eric and Thea, David and Gillian, her mouse hovered over that one, it had been such a good story, especially with the Angel twist, she had really enjoyed it, anxiously looking forward to each new part.
There were nine tales in all, each a touching, forbidden love story about something called the soulmate principle. It's the idea that there is a person out there for each of us who we are destined to be with. Ridiculous, of course. But still, nice dream material.
Callie had been getting these dreams for the last couple of months or so, and had written each one down, thinking that maybe she could get them published. The soulmate saga or maybe Night world would make pretty awesome series names. Each story lasted about a week in dreams.
Talk about overactive imagination.
The phone rang, making her jump, and she slammed shut the laptop and went to answer it before it woke her Mum, who was probably still in a drunken stupor.
"Hello?"
"Hey. Callie?" a soft female voice enquired,
"Yep," Callie relaxed recognizing Kristen's gentle tone, "What's up?"
"We're all meeting up at Oakridge today, you in?" Oakridge was the nearest mall, and one of her and her friend's favourite spots.
"Sure, what time?"
"Around ten,"
"Okay. See you then,"
"Bye."
She couldn't help grinning as she put the receiver down, Kristen hated phones, and her conversations were short; this one had taken all of fifteen seconds.
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Callie drew up in the Oakridge shopping centre's parking lot in her tiny blue mini. She shut off the engine and hopped out, running a hand over the car. It was a proper mini, an old school one, almost small enough to pick up and carry in her backpack.
The gang were leaning against the far glass wall, most of them smoking; including Kristen. Giving her a disproving look she jumped up on the small wall running around the centre, next to Tobey. Tobey grinned at her, "Hey, Callie-Bear," She blushed at the pet name and met his sparkling emerald eyes with a small smile on her lips.
A deliberately sexy small smile.
She had known Tobey Long for about four years and just loved the way that golden hair flopped in his eyes, and how he was always kind to her. She just wished he was more than kind to her.
"Yo, Callie," Alec high-fived her, before kissing Kristen on the cheek. He stole her cigarette and stamped it out on the ground. Callie smiled, she liked Alec, he was so good for her best friend. They had been together for seven months and he always took great care of her.
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Lucas gently pushed the waves of mahogany hair over Willow's shoulder, and cupped her face in his hands.
"You aren't afraid of me?" she asked, the slight teasing note in her voice not quite covering the curiosity.
He shook his head slowly, "No. No, I'm not afraid of you." Then he bent down and kissed her full lips. Everything exploded in heat and colours, Willow gasped as her mind touched Lucas'.
What's happening? He thought at her desperately, his head full of fear and awe.
The soulmate principle, she gasped, this must be the soulmate principle.