(The second chapter, First person with Meulin telling her part. This is where tears start to form, so try not to cry, because there is still more to come...[unless I'm a bad storyteller in which case I'll probably have to try harder]

Oh yeah, one more thing, remember trolls are nocturnal so they went to sleep in what would be the morning [They still sleep in darkness, though]. But yeah, other than that, I hope you enjoy ^_^)

I'm roused from my catnap by the sound of harsh breathing that pierces the darkness. Grunting slightly, my eyes flutter open and I blinked in the semi-darkness at the ceiling realizing we fell asleep on the floor of his hive. I paused for a moment, yawning to collect my thoughts.

That's right, a few hours ago I admitted to Kurloz that I felt we were at the stage of our relationship where I think we could get a bit frisky. He smirked in agreement, hand in hand we walked back to his hive before the rays of the morning sun could come up, early this morning we grabbed a bucket and long story short, we ended up filling more buckets than anticipated. We fell asleep curled up on the ground together.

My heart pounded as I recalled the events from this morning, just a few hours ago. It was so surreal, I didn't think Kurloz could be any more sexy than I thought he was, but then in the late hours of the day, feeling his feral form against mine. I tried as much as I could to contain my breath, but images kept passing back into my mind over and over again, I was beyond excited at this point. My skin felt cool from lying on the ground, since I only had my underwear and bra on, my leo symbol branded on the fabric.

I rolled over on my side to face Kurloz, only to realize that his sleep wasn't as peaceful as mine was. Kurloz groaned in a fitful sleep, his muscles were tense as he shivered uncontrollably to something that was haunting him in his sleep. I bit my lip worriedly, should I wake him? I propped myself up on an elbow thinking that maybe the moment would pass, I watched his form illuminated with the few rays that broke through the curtained window as the sweat beaded on his heaving gray chest. I inched myself closer to him, my face just inches away from his. He was grimacing in his sleep.

A nagging feeling in the back of my mind told me what we did was wrong. My lusus would always tell me as a grub never to sleep outside the recuperacoon, the recuperacoon would help us avoid these sort of situations. But against her will I ignored the warnings and figured just one day wouldn't hurt.

Kurloz breath grew faster as every second passed. I grew anxious just watching him. He rolled on his side, facing away from me. I could hear him mumbling under his breath a garbled language. I reached an uneasy hand closer to his body. "Purrloz?" I whispered to him, but he was unaffected. His body racked with shiver and his garbled speech grew louder. I reached my hand to touch his shoulder and grasped it firmly and reassuringly in my hand.

Kurloz sat up suddenly, his face contorted and he let out an ear-shattering scream drowning out the eerie quiet of the room. It reverberated about the walls at an incredible pitch. I barely had time to clasp my hands over my ears. Even then it did little good as the soundwaves broke into every cell of my eardrum, I cried out in pain as the vibrations in my head turned into intense pain.

Even as the scream subsided my hands pressed against my ears a bit longer. But the intense ringing didn't go away. I could feel a light throbbing in my head signaling the beginning of a massive headache. I felt as a warm liquid splashed onto my hand. My heart pounded, Blood?

Kurloz gasped for air beside me, his bloodshot-purple eyes wide with terror. But gradually his pupils constricted to normal size. His body relaxed, and suddenly he turned and his disoriented mind registered I was there. But as he saw my blood-accumulating hands cupped against my ears the terror-stricken look came back in his eyes. He spoke but no words came. I watched as his lips moved soundlessly.

My body froze, I slowly dropped my hands to my lap. My eyes trained on him. His lips moved again, his mouth forming the shape it would to say my name, but all I could hear was endless ringing.

My lower lip quivered. "Kurloz" the vibrations in my throat were the only sign that told me that I was indeed talking. "I can't hear you". I'm deaf.

(The next chapter will be a Kurloz POV...stay tuned)