A.N.---- claimer thingy: all characters are origially mine, do not replicate, as well as the places and all that jazz! thank you
Note To Self by From First To Last
Golden Warmth and Sharp Ice
It was incredible inside, much more than what I'd expected, granted, I admit that I was expecting something like out of Dracula, so this was a nice surprise.
"How many peple live here?" I mean, Blackstone was a mansion, but it looked only able to hold fourty, maybe thirty which is not good for a school...
"Twenty, fifteen are students and the others are staff. It's great because it's like we're a bigh family, literally."
"Wow." we moved from the treshold to the next room which looked to be a giant living room.
"Common room." Gregory seemed to read my mind.
There were dark colored couches and the walls were all painted with multiple mosaics. The contrast was startling, I felt as if I could sit in here for hours, admiring the beautiful artworks. When I looked to Gregory, I found him staring at
me with an expression that I couldn't comprehend it somewhat resembled frustration, anger, and/or joy. That frustrated me to no end. But, before I could say anything, Gregory spun on his heel and took three long strides to the stairs. I
hurried to catch up. I clutched the handrail like if I let go, I would fall and dir which had a fair chance of happening.
We finally reached upstairs and when I peered into the hallway, it seemed like it went on for miles. I strained to see an end but, it was endless! Portraits and pictures lined the way, and as I examined them, it seemed there was no time
frame. The pictures weren't the only things we were passing, there were dozens of doors which called me to them, the feeling was so strong that at one point, I nearly reached out just to see what Blackstone held behind its dark wooden
doors.
Gregory stopped so suddenly that I ran into his back, being preoccupied with one particular portrait that looked like it was from the 1700's.
"Sorry." I mumbled as my face heated up, I hated it when I blushed. I turned absolutley pink. It wasn't flattering.
He reached over and opened the door to our right.
"My room." Wow, I was going into his ROOM! I felt like I would float away if it weren't for the fact that my feet were nailed to the spot. He strode through and tossed his swim bag on the floor near his bed. His bed(I'm assuming) was not
honestly a bed it's a chair. His room had a wall covered in books, a desk to the opposite wall which had various papers and text books sprawled across it. His 'bed' was really an ancient padded chair, it looked like he had grabbed it from the
Queen's Palace, it had patterns of red, blue, and yellow across it with birds ready for flight. Next to the chair was a nightstand with a white pillar candle and several books stacked up.
"Would you like to come in?" Gregory's velvety smooth voice interruppted my intense scrutiny of his room. Yet again, I turned positively pink and shuffled in afrer realizing a) I had been caught, and b) I was still outside his door looking
like a gawking idiot.
"I'm going to shower, would you mind staying here for a few minutes?" his gaze left me speechless. His eyes were such a gold that seemed the irises were hard in color like cooled metal, and the inside was flowing warmth like the sun and I
was being burned alive here, well at least my blood boiled and I was getting dizzy. I couldn't think of anything but how to remember to breathe and even that wasn't going so well.
"No, not at all feel free." I answered after about a full minute. I probably would have continued drowing in gold, but he had cocked his head to the side and gave me a goofy grin, making me remember that he had asked me a question.
"Sorry, and thanks, the chlorine was starting to dry and-"
"Oh I know, Mark didn't shower after swim practice for a few days and he was flaking chlorine for days. Go right ahead, I promise I won't leave." I smiled to assure him, not daring to meet his gaxe againg after saying somethingquite so
dorky. He smiled thak glorious cock-headed smile that never failed to make my stomach flip and heart pound. Gregory grabbed clothes and soap and left me to his room. Huh, let's see his reading list shall we? I wandered to his mini-library
and grabbed the first book I found that I could pronounce. I sat down on his chair, and finding it an unsatisfactory position for me, I flipped upside down, my head resting near the floor and feet dangling where a NORMAL person would put
their head. I opened the book to a random page and proceeded to read. Just when I was getting to the good part, the door opened and Gregory stepped in to find me, the chair, and the book.
"Oof!" I cried as my less than graceful movements sprawled me in a tangle of hair and limbs all over his floor.
To my suprise and quite amazement, Gregory burst out laughing. All of a sudden, from the open doorway a young girl walked in and looked at me curiously. She was beautiful in her own way with straight long white-blonde hair that
ended down at the beginning of her thighs. And I thought I had long hair! Anyhow, she had piercing light ice blue eyes that I knew could freexe you in your path if she was angry. She wore awesome brown boots and light jeans with an
oversized shirt displaying some anime character on it and writing sprawled on it in Japanese. She was so different but so cool at he same time. I knew I was going to like her.
"Gregory?" her voice sounded like it said much more than his name, and her eyes communicated in a secret language only he could read.
"Lorina," he answered with laughing eyes, "Meet EvaLynn, she's the one I told you about."
"Oh! HI!!! EvaLynn. Wow, that's such an unusual name. How old are you? What's your favorite color?! Where do you live? What do you want to be when you grow up?!!" she blurted this all out so fast that it took me a few seconds to put
together everything.
"Uh...17, purple, April's Hill, and I didn't catch the last one..." Lorina sorta scared me, she was eager that I had responded and opened her mough for more, but was cut off by Gregory.
"Lorina, you'll have plenty of time to play one million questions with poor EvaLynn later, now I want to talk to her."
"Fine!" she huffed out, but not before she shot me a hundred dollar smile and him a glare that caused chills to race up my spine. I am so glad she likes me...wait a second! That might not be such a good thing. Gregory smiled down at me and
said "She's really something is she not?"
"Definatley, a little scary though..." He laughed at my response and walked over to help me back up to my feet.
"Thank you." I said enthusiastically, popping to my feet. His touch made my whole body tingle and flash cold then hot. When he tried to retract his hand, I pulled his arm to me, noticing a strange tattoo on his forearm.
"What's that?" my fingers traced over the strange celtic symbol on his freezing cold arm.
"It's just the remnants of my rebel years."
"Rebel years?' I laughed, "Isn't that supposed to be now?" He shrugged and I let my hands drop.
"I want to know, do you feel like causing trouble?"
"Are you seriously asking me that? I plot in my sleep!"
"Good." he smiled wickedly and I cursed my stuttering heart.
"What do you have in mind?"
"I'm working on it. For now though, would you like to just talk?"
"Always." I grinned and met his eyes. What I found there made me grin wider.
So there I was, grinning up at him like an idiot when Miss America, or April I reminded myself, walked or should I say danced right on in and looked back and forth between the two of us. Right on her heels was a heavy duty goth guy
who was-what else-beyond believably beautiful. April had short golden blonde hair that reached just below her chin, her eyes were celery green...weren't they gold before? Huh, the wonders of contacts, and she seemed to like pink. The guy
wore a black leather jacket, dark colors, and was decked out with more piercings than me. And I'd just recently gotten my belly button pierced. His light mousey brown hair shagged into his startling honey coccoa eyes. They both had and an
aura of power and majesty about them that I couldn't help but feel a little awed.
"Gregory, do you have plans tonight? No, great!"
"We are going to the lake. And you are coming. Period." she glacned at me quickly and added, "She can come too."
"No." he almost growled. I couldn't imagine why.
"I need to take EvaLynn home, then. I'll be back before you leave."
"'Kay!" April's face lit up and she grabbed the goth guy's hand leaving just the way she entered.
"Sorry." Gregory offered his hand and I grabbed it without hesitation. The next thing I knew, we were in the car and speeding away at top speed.
"So, what's your favorite band?" Gregory startled me, I had been wrapped up in my own world again.
"EngineDown."
"Never heard of them."
"Not many people have..."
"Your fondest childhood time?"
"When I was twelve, I had this facination with vampires." His face hardened and his nostrils flared.
"Vampires? Like Dracula?" he seemed apprehensive.
I laughed "No! Dracula was crazy, the vampires I'm talking about are the ones who feed on blood, are literally undead, the ones who can come out amoung you and I. And the best part is that no one ever knows." I said in a 'scary' voice.
Gregory pulled over next to my house and looked over at me, his eyes were tortured. Instead of saying what was on his mind, he reached over and ovened my door. My anger rose, why was he acting like this? why was he trying to get rid of
me, he had invited me over to begin with... I huffed out of his car. When I reached the curb, I heard the automatic window whiz down. I spun around, Gregory motioned for me to come to him, and for a moment I contemplated sticking out
my tounge at him and storming into my house. Like I said, these thoughts flitted in and out of my head and I walked to his car, leaning down into the window.
"What?" I snapped, if I wasn't going to storm off, I can at least be angry.
He wrapped his hand around the back of my neck, forcing me to lean in more. The next thing I knew, his lips were on mine, if only for a brief second, but it was enough for me. My body hummed and my lips felt like they had just been
zapped by a lightening bolt.
"Bye." he said curtly and drove off, disappearing into the twilight. The rest of the entire day, I was chirpy and I was lightheaded. When I volunteered to wash the dishes, Mom commented on my temperature and took my pulse, mentioning
that maybe I should go in for a doctor's appointment. The thing was, I felt better than I ever had.
Hey guys, sorry if i mispelled anything...I am against word on this particular computer because it's wierd so I just typed it here. I told you I'd try to post new chapters soon! and chapter five will be coming for you. hope you like it and yet again, PLEASE REVIEW! i love feedback!!! anyhows, keep checking for five. bye-bye.