(A/N: There wasn't to much that was left unanswered was there? Haha, don't worry too much, there will be answers, just a little more suspense to go before I relieve you.A tiny little hint though for those who might get confused, the Italicized writing is the voice that Lolah is hearing in her head.Random factof the chapter, I was listening to Muse through the whole thing.)
Disclaimer: I donot own any of the twilight characters, I'm just borrowing them for a bit. PLEASE DO NOT SUE!
I rolled over and threw my arm across my face. I hated the very bright light that was shinning through the crack that my barely open eye had formed. Now, its not to say I hate the mornings, I really don't. But the way the sun was shinning almost full blaze, led my still groggy brain to the conclusion that it was sort of late in the day, defiantly not morning. Huntington was standing next to the window though I didn't know it was him at the time, and when he saw me shift, he made a nice little blockade from the sun. I sighed and wiggled around a bit, "Whoever you are, stay right there. You are very good at providing shade." I muttered sleepily as I rolled around to the other side of the bed. I heard a chuckle, and slowly, my eyes opened reluctantly.
"Good afternoon to you too little Missy." Was what greeted me when he saw that I was finally awake. I sat up from my spared out position in the middle of my bed and stretched, "Since when do you call me little Missy?" I asked with a faint sense of bemusement. "Well then, what's on the agenda for today?" I asked, knowing that somehow, I was going to regret asking that question. Huntington gave me a funny look that I didn't understand. It was like, he was fighting a smile, and it was causing him major pain to do so. I raised an eyebrow and tilted my head. "Is there something wrong?" I asked, wondering what had gotten into him today. "No, nothing. Uh, we wont be doing much today. We'll have a visitor today. And I do believe that Morgana wanted to teach you some things before the event next week." There was definite amusement when he said the word event. It didn't exactly sit well with me, now that I think about it. Of course I wasn't going to let him get away with just that kind of an answer. "What kind of an event?" I asked him, not sure if I really wanted the answer or not. Thinking back, I realized that I didn't really need the answer. But it did give me something to smirk about for a while. "Oh nothing….Just a coming out ball." Now it was my turn for that look to come over my face. Except, I didn't bother to suppress the laugh that came right along with it. "A Ball? Me? You cant be serious."
The look I gave him while I fell back into the pillow and sheets was hysterical. Because Huntington couldn't be serious. He just couldn't be. But when I heard no echoing laughter to match mine, I arose from the bed again to looking at him with an unsteady expression, that is, before I burst into another fit of laughter. "You mean to tell me, that you want me, Lolah, to prance around in expensive clothing and prattle on with a bunch of adolescent girls that I have nothing in common with while they sit there and make kissy faces at a bunch of he men boys, who haven't the slightest idea of what it takes to be a man at all?" I asked through what I could only call, chocking laughter. I couldn't help it, honestly it was as if Huntington hadn't gotten to know me at all.
Some where between him making the comment, and me rolling around on the bed going barking mad with hysteria from laughing so hard, his other half walked in through my door. "Well some one woke up on the right side of bed this afternoon. How did you sleep dear?" Morgana asked me as she came to stand next to Huntington, who had moved to sit on the edge of my bed. "I told her about the ball. And then she erupted." Huntington told Morgana with a smirk as he looked over towards me. It took me a while before I could answer her, because I had to catch my breath, but once I was somewhat sane again and could form coherent words I tried my best to answer her. "It was pleasant enough, minus the bad dream I had," I said with a shrug, though I swear I felt my heart skip a beat or two. Funny how when I decided to brush something off, everyone else jumps at it. "Bad dream? What kind of a bad dream?" Morgana asked taking a bit of an intense interest in it. Had I know she would have responded that way, I would have kept it to my self. She would have found out sooner or later. Better now then later. And there it was again, that sweet voice that had carried me away after the attack in the dream. "Was I the only one that heard that?" I asked as I tilted my head and tuned my ears for the voice again. Nada. I frowned and put a finger up for Morgana and Huntington to be quite a minute, because they had those looks on their faces. The looks older people get when they think your hearing things.
After my requested minute of Silence Morgana sighed and Huntington chuckled. I stared Morgana straight in the eye. She looked at me with concern, and then Huntington was the one who sighed. When Morgana looked over at him, he nodded, giving her the ok. I wondered if they had just had an eye conversation. They were so prone to having those, talk where they could see into the others soul, so they didn't need to use words. I wanted something like that, because I thought it was so cool to be able to know a person that well. You have something like that. The voice nagged from the back of my head. "I do not." I huffed back at it.
Obviously, it wasn't something I should have said out loud. Morgana took a seat at the end of my bed, a slightly troubled look plastered on her face. "You do not what Lolah?" She asked. I decided to do a quick scan of her inner voice, just to make sure that she was ok. Or maybe it was to make sure that I wasn't going crazy? Morgana closed her eyes as soon as I made contact with them, and I felt something like a steal door fall over my connection with her mind. "Well Jeez. Did you have to be so mean about it?" I asked her. The stupid thing had actually hurt! My eyes had flown open instantly and were looking back into Morgana's. She looked like she had something to say to me.
Huntington shifted over to her side, and took a hold of both our hands. "Morgana, it might be better to let her find out for her self instead of you telling her." Don't you just hate being out of the loop? I groaned as I looked over at Huntington now, "What are you two souls discussing?" I asked getting annoyed that I couldn't gage Huntington either! "Let her get accustomed to her powers before the event." The look he gave her when he said the last word gave me the goose bumps. I had an inkling that he wasn't talking about the supposed ball we had to go to. I looked at Morgana again, and was surprised to find that she was actually having an inner battle about this. Normally, she was so quickly and quietly resolved. She sighed, and gave in, lifting some kind of subconscious seal from her inner voice. Now I just had to try going through her thoughts.
How exactly I do that, was the part I was blanking out on. Oddly enough, four months before I had come to live with Morgana and Huntington, I wouldn't have had to blink to pry into the mind of someone else. And now, I was forgetting how I was supposed to do it. Must be a full moon. Focus only on her Lolah. And now it knew my name. Just great, what else did it know? I heard a laugh, almost musical Now's not that time to be asking those question. Do as I say, I'll walk you through it. And now it was telling me how to use my own powers! Jeez, what a stuck up voice man. There was the laugh again, Focus Lolah. Only on her. Think only about tapping into her thoughts. Kind of hard to do when you had some strange voice in the back of your head giving you commands. But of course, me being a good little girl, I did as I was told. Er, thought? I focused on her, and only her in the room. It was easier like that I found out, if I just focused on the person who's thoughts I was trying to read. I closed my eyes, not at all aware that they had begun to glow again. That eerier color of purple/pink that had always scared the other kids when I tapped into my powers.
There was noise, but not exactly your average noise, more like a whooshing sound. Good, now try and find the thought that call out to you the most. Thought that called out to me? Huh? Thoughts did that? Guess you learn something new every day, the voice snickers in my head. Come on Lolah, be serious or else you'll loose your concentration. Voice, yes voice. I thought as I stared intently into Morgana's Golden eyes. Had to give that voice credit though, it was right. After I put a little more effort into listening, there were certain thoughts that were jumping out at me more then others. It took me a good twenty minutes before my mind started to get tired and bogged down with all the information that I was getting from Morgana. Alright Lolah, it's time to easy on out now. If you stay any longer, you'll suffer. I wanted to know how it was so sure of its self.
But I didn't have the strength to argue right about then, it was getting hard to keep my eyes open. Like I was getting sleepy all over again and I had just gotten up too! My thoughts turned to grumbling as I closed my eyes. No Lolah! Don't close your eyes! The voice all by screamed at me, but it was too late for that. I was already falling right back onto the bed. Huntington looked started as I suddenly fell back, and as soon as Morgana snapped out of the trance like state I had had her in they both literally jumped on me trying to get me to wake up. It was weird, I felt like I was floating, but I knew that some where in the back of my head, I was still in my room. Things were swirling around me, and It took me a second or two to figure out what they were. Some how, I was still attached to Morgana's thoughts, even though she wasn't in a trance. Things only got worse from that realization on. One minute I was floating in a sea of calmly swirling thoughts and memories, and then next, they were all coming at me at frightening speeds.
