Disclaimer: I own none of the recognisable people, only the ones that no one knows. The recognisable people belong to none other than the lovely L.J Smith. Not making anything from this, yadda, yadda, yadda. This is just for fun.
I have another story! Yay! Don't ask, just in a funny mood…but then again, I'm usually in a funny mood. Shrugs Never mind. This is a story that's been floating around in my head for sometime; it's only now that I've managed to put it into a story. Hope you like?
Bella.
Nilsson's Turn.
Part 1.
Nilsson walks into Thierry Descouedres' office tired and weary. He heaves a stack of paperwork onto Thierry's huge mahogany desk. More paperwork for Lord Descouedres.Nilsson thinks to himself. Nilsson sighs and turns around to leave the room, when Thierry's phone rings. Thierry had long ago asked Nilsson to answer his office phone if he was around. Nilsson picks up the phone.
"Thierry Descouedres' office. How may I help you?" Nilsson asks politely.
"Hi Nilsson, it's Hannah. Is Thierry around?" A female voice replies cheerfully. Why does everybody have to be so damn cheerful here? Nilsson thinks again.
"Sorry Miss Hannah. Lord Thierry isn't here at the minute; he's at a meeting with the Inner Circle. Would you like me to leave a message?" Nilsson replies politely again.
"No, it's Okay, it's nothing urgent. Would you tell him I called?" Hannah replies.
"Sure thing Miss Hannah." Nilsson says, looking for something to write on, and something to write with. Finally he finds a yellow post it and a black pen.
"Thanks Nilsson. Bye." Hannah says.
"Good bye Miss Hannah." Nilsson replies, hanging up the phone.
Nilsson sighs again, finishing writing on the post it, looking at his watch to see the time Hannah had called at. He writes Hannah phoned at 2:35 pm, says it's nothing urgent. Just wanted me to tell you she'd phoned. Nilsson.
This time Nilsson makes it to the door without any phones ringing.
He walks down the long hallway and down the grand staircase. He turns to the right and walks down another long hallway, through the enormous and opulent kitchen, out the back door, passes the swimming pool and onto the cemented walkway to the tiled terraces. The first one is nearly the size of a house, where the others are the size of a bungalow. This first terrace belongs to Nilsson. Being Thierry's right hand man had its perks. And also it's Friday which means that Nilsson has the afternoon off.
He takes out his key and opens the door. He goes upstairs and along the hallway, which is only about an eighth of the length of Thierry's hallways, until he gets to the end bedroom, where he flops down on the queen sized bed. He takes off his sunglasses, pulls out the band holding his hair back, and takes off his black leather boots before falling into a deep sleep.
Again, the dream is about her. It's always been about her. He's never seen her face, just feels her presence. The dream is exactly the same: in the middle of a forest, he hears music and follows the sweet sound until he gets to a clearing a few yards away from the sound of the music. He stands there listening to her singing. For that is the sweet music he is hearing. Her voice fills him with warmth and love, making him feel wanted. As usual, he feels her presence behind him, feels her arms around his waist, and feels her warm breath against the back of his neck. He closes his eyes, and leans into her embrace.
She turns him around. This is the part Nilsson's been dreading, as soon as she turns him around, before he gets to see her face, he wakes up. But this time he's not waking up. She's still turning him around. He opens his eyes, and looks into a pair of mismatched eyes. One eye is blue grey, the other is aquamarine. Her eyes are beautiful to Nilsson, regardless if they're mismatched.
Her skin is a pale creamy colour, she's a vampire. Nilsson can tell just be looking into those eyes. And sure enough, silver light comes into them. She whispers his name and Nilsson wakes up with a jerk. His alarm clock is buzzing beside his ear. Annoyed, he grabs the clock and throws it across the room and shuts up. But it doesn't break; Thierry bought Nilsson an unbreakable clock for Christmas, because Nilsson has a terrible habit of throwing them against the wall, causing them to break. This particular clock has to be thrown before it turns itself off.
Nilsson lies in bed for a few minutes thinking of the dream. He had gotten further than he had ever gotten before. He had seen her eyes, but still had not seen her face. He closes his eyes, and pictures hers, he recalls the mismatched colours, the way it was the right eye that was blue grey and the left one aquamarine. The left eye actually had streaks of yellow running through; the right one didn't have as much yellow as the left eye.
Nilsson opens his eyes, takes out a brush from the drawer in his beside cabinet, and goes to the mirror in the bathroom; he brushes his hair and pulls it to make it into a ponytail. He stares at his reflection, into his chocolate brown eyes. Those eyes that looks a little bit old, though his eyes are nowhere near as old as Thierry's. Nilsson is nearing two hundred, two centuries and he still hadn't found his soulmate…yet. Nilsson continues to stare at his reflection. He looks to be around nineteen, the age in which he became a vampire. He has lovely creamy skin, nice shaped jaw which makes it look strong, his eyebrows are just like two dark brown paint strokes, nothing like the bushy eyebrows men have. He has a gorgeous mouth, which the lips are neither thin nor thick, but somewhere in between. These lips make quite a few girls want to kiss him. So do his looks. He constantly wishes that he could meet a girl who is attracted to his soul and not how he looks. Something only his soulmate would be capable of.
Nilsson won't admit it, he's not that type, but he longs for his soulmate when he's in the presence of the other soulmate couples. It was easy at the start not to think of her, but it now gets harder. There is a constant ache in his chest, he heart swells with longing. But he pushes it away. It is still there, but not as bad. That girl he dreams about can only be his soulmate, but why is it that he dreams about her, and hasn't found her? He has asked Thierry if he dreamt about Hannah before he met her for the first time thousands of years ago. But Thierry told him that if he had dreamt about her, he wouldn't have accidentally killed her in her first life, that he would have recognised her from the beginning. So it must be just him.
Nilsson pulls a barbaric face at his reflection before turning around and heading towards the bedroom again. He puts on his boots, and grabs his sunglasses. He puts them on before heading down the stairs. He goes into his kitchen, pulls open the fridge, grabs a packet of blood, throws it into the microwave, sets it for a minute, and then stares into space, still thinking of her.
I wish to the Goddess I knew her name instead of calling her her. Nilsson thinks. A beeping noise behind him pulls him out if his thoughts; he turns around, opens the door to the microwave, takes out the pint packet of blood, extends his fangs and sinks them into the blood packet, draining the whole pint in seconds. He wipes his mouth and throws the empty blood packet into the bin.
Back to work. I wonder if Thierry's back yet. Nilsson thinks. He walks back through the kitchen, down the hall and through the front door. He walks back the way he came just a few hours earlier and in through the mansion's back door. As soon as he's in the kitchen, Poppy North confronts him.
"Nilsson? Would you do me a huge favour?" She opens those huge green eyes at him. Nilsson just looks awkward before answering her.
"Depends on what the favour is Miss Poppy." Nilsson replies.
"Well, my cousin is coming here for the summer holidays, and I was wondering if you'd take me to the airport to pick her up. She's coming all the way from Ireland." Poppy continues to look at Nilsson with those elfin eyes of hers.
"When is she coming here?" Nilsson asks.
"At ten thirty tomorrow morning." Poppy replies. "I know it's short notice and everything. James was supposed to take me, but he's been called to visit relatives, and no one else will do it for me. I'll be ever so grateful."
"Alright, I'll take you." Nilsson replies. Poppy nearly knocks him over by giving him a huge hug.
"Thank you Nilsson, you're the best." She reaches up and gives Nilsson a kiss on the cheek. She walks away with a bigger spring in her step than normal.
Okay, that's never happened before. Nilsson is still rooted to the spot from Poppy kissing him. He frowns in amusement, before scurrying off to work.
A/N: Poor Nilsson, having Poppy kiss him like that. Well, what did you think? Should I continue, or should I not? By the way, for those reviewers who review my stories regularly, The Next Generation of Daybreak has been updated with a new chapter for a couple of weeks now, and no one has reviewed the new chapter! Come on people, you can't all be on holiday! I need reviews! They make me feel better.