You ppl better b happy as shit! It took so much freaking brain power to make this chapter! Lol but I know I liked it XD. Sorry that was creepy wasn't? Ok so anyway a reviewer asked me if Quin was wearing his mask in the last chapter, and I'd just like to say now that he will always be wearing his mask. You'll see why closer to the end. Ummm... ok so I'm just going to put up a boredom warning right now. I personally think there is a lot of talking in this chapter, and I don't really like to much talking. So if your like me, you've been warned. If not then whatever. =) Ummm... well I guess thats it! Enjoy!!! ^-^

Chapter 6

I was a little surprised when I opened my eyes. Where ever I was, it sure as hell wasn't my room. I was laying in a king sized bed, with what felt like silk sheets and a big fluffy comforter over me. There were at least twenty pillows lined up against the headboard, and everything was white. Even the walls and carpet were white.

The light streaming through the big window to my left was blinding, as it bounced off all the white in the room. I had to shield my eyes for a moment, before I could get used to the brightness. I looked around the room for a moment, taking in the small white desk, across the room, and the white bedside table to my right. There was a big white ceiling fan above me, and a small white lamp sitting on the bedside table.

I wondered who had designed this room… they must have really liked the color white… or was white even a color? Wait why did that even matter? I was in a strange room, couldn't seem to remember what had happened last night that got me here, and I was wondering if white was a color.

I slapped my forehead, to punish my stupidity, and got out of bed. I was about to walk over to the door, when it opened, and in walked Mr. Parks.

I stopped, shocked, but he smiled at me, making my heart skip a beat. "Good-morning," He greeted. "Are you feeling alright?"

I paused for a moment, not sure how to answer. "Um, yes… where am I?" I questioned.

"At my house. I found you passed out on the sidewalk downtown last night, oddly enough. Did you have too much to drink?" He asked mockingly.

That's when everything that had happened last night came back to me. I had to work to keep my face calm, and make a reply. "Must have," I said, smiling shyly, even though I knew I hadn't. I didn't even have enough to get me buzzed.

"Um, I'd probably better get home," I said, shifting from one foot to the other. "I've got work today."

"Oh you don't need to worry about that. I already called in sick for you. It's not healthy to work after fainting," He said smiling.

"Oh… thank you," I said, rather shocked.

He made a mock bow, before saying, "You're very welcome." That seemed an odd gesture, out of date, but I ignored it.

I really didn't want to leave, to say my next sentence, but it would be wrong of me to linger. The longer I was around him the more information I'd have for Quinn, and I was sure he'd get that info from me one way or another. "I… should probably go. I'll um, see ya later," I said pushing past him.

I heard him chuckle behind me, as I looked left then right, wondering which direction lead to the door. There had to be at least six doors in either direction. I turned back around.

"Um, how do I get out of here?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest to keep them from doing anything stupid… like reaching out to touch his glorious face, or maybe that perfectly defined chest hidden under that white button-up shirt.

He smirked, showing his perfect teeth. "I'll show you," He said, holding out his hand to me. I raised a brow, but took his hand anyway, as he led me down the hall to the right. The hall turned to the left, leading down a flight of stairs, and into a large WHITE gallery.

"You like white," I stated, looking around with curious eyes.

"It's a pure color. An expression of the world at its best, reflecting the light of the sun, and making the world around it bright as well. I think that's a problem with the world today. They indulge themselves in the color black, and bring out the darkness in the world," Mr. Parks said. He looked down at me, and smiled. "Opps, I said too much, haven't I?"

"No," I replied quietly. "That was… touching." And true.

He smiled. "Why don't I take you out for lunch," He suggested.

I felt my eyes widen. "Oh that's not necessary," I said, stepping back and pulling my hand from his.

"I insist," He said, taking my hand back. "Besides it wouldn't be pleasant if you fainted again now would it? I promise I'll leave you alone afterwards." He gave me a heart-breaking smile, showing off his prefect white teeth. How could I say no to him?

"Kay," I whispered, staring dazed into his beautiful green eyes.

"Alright, shall we stop at your house first? So you can change, and get cleaned up?" He asked. I only nodded, as he lead me down the stairs to the two giant white wood doors, and out into the sunlight.

~~*~~

After, roughly, an hour, Mr. Parks and I were sitting in at a small two person table, awaiting our food. I felt nervous; it had been a very long time since I'd been on a date, and an even longer time since I'd set foot in a fancy restaurant like this. I could hear quiet harp music being played in the background somewhere, and the lights were dimmed so low it was ridiculous, most of the light coming from the small candles standing on every table.

The whole atmosphere of the room seemed to make me edgy, though I wasn't sure why. Mr. Parks reached across the table, and gently ran his warm fingers over hand, easing my nervousness.

A young boy, of maybe 17 walked up to us, dressed in a black waiter's suit. His black hair was slicked back, making it look as though he just stepped out of some old movie. He bow slightly, before saying in a strong British accent, "Hello, I'm Charlie, and I'll be your waiter for this evening. What would you like to drink?"

Mr. Parks set down his menu, and folded his large hands over it. "Your best wine for her," He said gesturing towards me, "and the Special for me; extra pure." The boy bowed before turning, and walking back towards the kitchens. Mr. Parks was smiling at me when I looked back at him.

"I didn't think wine was the best thing for a person to drink after fainting," I said. He only smirked at me.

"So what do you think?" He asked, changing the subject.

I was confused. "About what?" I asked, dumbly.

He smirked. "About our date location," He said, spreading his hands. I felt myself blush.

"It's nice," I whispered, looking down at my hands that were currently folded in my lap.

He chuckled, and leaned over the table. "You're beautiful when you're embarrassed," He murmured, reaching up to run one finger down my cheek bone. It made me shiver.

"Thank you," I whispered, suddenly caught in his amazing eyes.

He smiled, before sitting back in his seat, and the waiter came back with two different green bottles of wine. After Mr. Parks tested both wines, he approved mine, but sent the other back saying it wasn't "pure enough." Whatever that meant.

When the waiter left, Mr. Parks looked back at me, and said, "So why don't you tell me a little about yourself?"

I looked down at my glass and took a small sip before saying, "You first."

He chuckled quietly. "What would you like to know?"

I thought for a moment, trying to think of the most trivial question possible. "Do you say pop or soda?" I said, leaning over the table towards him.

He laughed, disrupting the quiet of the restaurant. "Soda. Why is that important?" He asked.

"It's not important, I just wanted to know," I stated, frowning slightly, as I leaned back in my seat.

He smirked. "Well what about you?"

I scoffed. "I'm a country girl, I say pop," I said looking around at the restaurant decorations.

I heard him laugh quietly. "Is that all you wanted to know?" He asked, resting one arm on the table.

"No," I said, as though it were obvious. I thought again, as I leaned forward again. "What your favorite animal?"

He frowned. "I hate animals," His voice was sharp, though it wasn't directed at me. Still, I moved back a little, eyes wide. When he saw my reaction, his face softened. "Sorry," He apologized.

The waiter came back then, holding another bottle of wine. Mr. Parks tested it before approving it, and the waiter left again. I noticed his drink was a dark red color, and looked thicker than regular wine. I was suddenly curious what the "Special" really was, but I forgot about it when I looked back up at Mr. Parks.

"So what's your favorite animal?" He asked me, taking a sip of his drink.

I frowned, as my head started to hurt… really hurt. I cupped my head in my hands, and shut my eyes tightly. I whimpered, as it felt like someone was stabbing at my brain with a butter knife. I flinched as I heard a snarl in my head.

"Where are you?" Quinn's voice hissed in my head. When I though about the restaurant Mr. Parks had brought me to, Quinn snarled. "Go home! NOW!" He growled.

"But I thought you wanted-" He cut me off before I could finish the thought.

"I said NOW!" He snarled. His voice was so loud in my head, it made me whimper in pain. "I expect you home in ten minuets or less!" He hissed, before the pain in my head subsided, then disappeared.

When I looked back up, Mr. Parks was looking at me concerned. "Are you alright?" He asked, leaning across the table, to touch my cheek.

"Yeah, um, I gotta go," I said, getting up from my chair. "This was nice, really, but I have to go." He didn't follow me, as I practically ran out the door.

~~*~~

When I walked through my door, and into the living room I was already expecting to see Quinn there. Yet I still felt terrified when I saw him, and my body froze up. He had been pacing only seconds ago, but now he stood stalk still in the middle of the room, mouth set in a grim angry line.

I blinked and he was in front of me, only three inches away. He was so tall I had to look up to see his face properly. He was obviously angry, for whatever reason.

"Stupid girl," He hissed, dangerously, as he grabbed my hair, and pulled it.

I screamed in shock and pain, before asking, "What did I do?"

His lip twitched, and he let go of me, stepping back. I sighed, and it might have sounded sympathetic if it wasn't full of so much aggravation. "You're so clueless," He hissed. He paused for a moment, then said, "It's probably best that way though." He turned away from me, and walked across the room and back.

"So what did you learn about him?" He asked me, after a long moment of silence.

"Um," I paused not sure if he would care for what I'd learned. "Well… he likes white because he thinks it's a pure color, and doesn't like black. He hates animals, and says soda instead of pop."

Quinn seemed to stare at me for a moment, before moving to sit on my couch. "Tell me everything that happened, after you woke up," He demanded.

So I did. And he really meant everything. From everything that was in the room I woke up in, to every single word we said to each other. What I had thought was unimportant he found interesting. He took in every word I said, hung on to every sentence. It was ridiculous, and a little annoying.

When I finished, he stood again, and started to pace. "He's playing you," He said.

That made me angry. "How would you know?" I snapped, but regretted speaking instantly. He turned snapping at me, and the sound of his teeth clashing together stung my ears.

"Stupid human! You think a man like him would find you beautiful? Think child! Think!" He yelled, then went back to pacing.

The fact that he'd practically just called me ugly, stung. I didn't know why it mattered to me what he thought. He was an evil bastard, a demon of darkness. Of course he would think I wasn't beautiful.

Still tears stung my eyes, and I looked down pressing the palm of my hands into my eyes to keep from crying. After a moment he stopped his pacing. "Are you going to cry?" He asked suddenly. That's when I noticed he had an accent, though I couldn't tell where it was from.

"No!" I snapped, looking back up at him. I shivered suddenly, noticing that the grim set of his mouth didn't match the calm eyes on his mask at all. For some odd reason it unsettled me.

His mouth twisted for a moment, before becoming calm and emotionless. "I have to go. Thank you for the interesting information. I expect more when we next meet," He said, and like always, he was gone before I could even blink.

WEEEEELL did ya like it??? Let me know if it was boring, =P I could always use ideas, and stuff like that!!! Ummm... Yeah I think thats it, well tell me what ya think!!! I loves u all!! Peace OUT!

~Soren~