So I told you I would update, well its almost summer, and next year I will be a senior, and I realized something that I have been a twilight fan since, ninth grade!. Oh and I will not give up on this story, but I might be busy with exams, so don't hate me,
I would also like to give major major lemony apples to Sage Punk; you are amazing and are still my fan when it comes to this story. I am also jealous of you cause you have a queer as folk cast autograph (sigh*. Also I want to know if anyone of you would love to make aYouTube trailer for the dark years. I am curious to see your thoughts.
Oh and for a special surprise I have put a place that everyone should knowJ, well just the name of the place. Te-epee
This chapter is dedicated to my James, he means more to me than anything, and is an inspiration in everything I do, not even to mention the fact that he makes Edward seem more fluffier .
Song;
Dead Memories by slipknot
Dead Visions in your Name.
Dead Fingers in my Veins.
Dead Memories in my Heart
Chapter 9
Melodies
Carlisle's Pov;
I sat in the kitchen, reading over the morning newspaper, I had taken a shower when I woke up this early but my hair was a little damp, I was reading about the Spanish influenza epidemic. I knew that soon my leaving to go back to the hospital came up, that Edward might not be able to keep in the anger.
After all the memories of last night was still fresh in my mind. He was so sweet to me but the look of territorial desire was not as well hidden from his eyes as it was that day in the forest, when we had our first hunt together.
Ours…
I leaned forward and pursed my lips together, still remembering the tension and the love that had come in last night's kiss. It was a formal one and I could see or perhaps feel is the better word in this context, that he was still deciding the fate of himself and myself, it made me curious last night how I would see him when he came down the stairs looking for me.
Would I have perhaps been surprised that he would come down here and greet me with a soft hello, and boy that crooked smile seemed to drive me nuts
"Good morning, Carlisle" His velvet voice appeared from behind the newspaper, I pulled it down to receive a small smirk riding on the sides of his lips. I also noticed his attire from the previous evening still on his figure.
His shirt was ruffled and his pants seemed to be wrinkled, but the thing that was making me smile was that his hair was flinging in every direction like a boy wet from a cold shower.
I froze softly, that image going through my head and I knew that my body must have stiffened because Edward was looking at me with a glint in his eye.
"I heard that" he said smoothly as he took at seat behind me, before his smile seemed to disappear almost entirely at the news article that I had been reading when I placed it down on the counter.
"All those people, "he murmured slowly as he laid his chin on his hand his golden green eyes seemed to look into mine and I tried and smile, and reluctantly said.
"It will be gone soon" I murmured to try and cheer him up, he didn't smile he just seemed to be in a very thoughtful mood.
"Carlisle" he said slowly, as I realized that my hand was running through his hair, I must have did that without thinking, I heard his slight purr running through my head growing louder and I gulped slowly.
"I wonder if my father were to get it" he mused slowly, and leaned up stretching his arms as his shirt pulled up showing some of his skin of his stomach, I managed to hold in a desired growl.
"Were going out today, you might want to get dressed" I said slowly as I ran my index finger over his jaw line and he smirked seeming to think that I was trying to avoid any conversations about last night.
"As you wish" he smirked slowly and slowly got up, his hip brushing against the start of my leg as he pasted, but for some reason his eyes held a different view, they seemed to hold a darker image.
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I stood waiting by the door, already dressed in jeans and a white tee shirt, Edward still had not come down but I wondered if I should have went up there with him.
Don't even think about it. His voice chuckled from inside my head, surprising me as I gasped quickly trying to get hold of my watch that I was slinging around my index finger.
Think about what? I tried to be playful but the smile on my face was brightening into something of a sneer, and I felt venom creep up into my mouth.
We need to hurry; I have something that I would like to show you. I said turning away to look outside, noticing that the sky was overcast but at least the birds were chirping in their happy nature.
"Really?, what is it?" his voice came from directly behind me. I turned to see him walking down the stairs, my mind spinning with some kind of complex emotions that seemed knew to me.
He was wearing a light blue, tight tee, with a crimson tie over the top and black accustomed worn jeans. His hair was gelled and spiked everywhere and I could feel my legs seem to almost want to give out.
"That's my shirt" I said mocking a fake angry tone, when I was realizing that I was loving how it looked on him.
"You still haven't answered my question" he seemed amused as he reached for his coat and glasses.
"It's a surprise my little Charm-ant" I teased him slowly, as I put my jacket on and saw him look at me oddly.
"Charm-ant?" He asked slowly, his lips pursing as though he thought I was trying to insult him. He however would find out that I wasn't the type of person that would really try and make other people angry.
"Yeah, it's French" I say as I open the door, the sun shining just a little but not too much to make me sparkle, or even him sparkle. He was looking at me funny, but I could barely see his eyes through his tinted sunglasses.
"French, for what?" he said as we got to the car and I was helping him by opening his door for him, and I wanted to play the gentlemen in this relation that we were having more and more often.
"Lover." I managed to smirk, before placing a smooth kiss on his hot lips, and I felt him not flinch at all, just felt a smile appear on his lips as he pulled back, and I moved over to the passenger seat, starting the car.
I leaned my arm over his headrest as I looked back to pull the car out into the street before his soft velvet voice whispered softly to me. "Where are we going?" he asked.
"Babylon" I murmured slowly.
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We had made it to the main street. Chicago had a giant downtown and not all the shops and little restaurants I had visited lately. I drove slowly, as he looked out the window at some of the children playing at the small park, east of the corner of 75th street.
"I know you will like this place, I am sure your mother would have liked it too for you" I mused out loud and felt his hand tighten around my wrist.
"Are we going to a funeral?" he managed but I could hear the anger and confusion in his own voice.
I smiled to myself thinking that he really was to much of an incorrigible boy, I turned the car towards a shop. Babylon was read in big letters, with windows covered in posters and i heard Edward gasp next to me.
I stopped the car not being able to hold in the grin as Edward got out of the car as i did as well, he looked at me with that crooked smile and then turned back to look at the shop, taking his glasses off to reveal bright green eyes.
"Carlisle you shouldn't have" he said as he moved closer toward the piano shop.
i moved behind him, as and arm wrapped around his waist and I bent my head low to whisper into his ear, not being able to control the tiny gasp that came from his lips.
" I want you to see something" i breathed and pulled back, moving towards the door. feeling the boy jittery beside me almost made me want to laugh. he truly was like the perfect son, but technically I wanted him to be more to me than anything I ever owned, or more than any person that I had ever met.
the shop was lathered with musical posters and a few bookshelves with a ray of other instruments; but none of them could compare to what piano I was going to buy Edward.
My hand covered his eyes softly, and I heard him gasp in surprise. his heat washed over my fingers he truly was like fire to me.
"What are you doing?" he whispered, still moving his feet as I led him toward the main line of piano's that were lined up along the south wall of the shop, I heard to women stop their conversation to look at us and smiles appeared on their faces.
I moved us over to a grand black piano, stopping slowly and I heard Edward finally whisper.
"Okay?" he said slowly as I moved my hand from his eyes and heard him nearly squeak as his green eyes seem to rack over the beautifull instrument, he moved closer and he was shivering slowly or perhaps if you want a better description i would have to say that he was shaking as his fingers ran across the line of the keys.
He turned to me a bright smile crossed his lips and I almost turned around wondering if I would have been blushing if I had yet to finally be damned and that I was living.
he leaned up slowly. his head turning to the side as he seemed to move closer to me, his fingers creeping on both sides of my cheeks and he was looking deep into my eyes. his irises were a type of dark black mixed with fragments of green.
"This is mine?" he said unsure as my hand moved up to where his was holding my cheek and I held his hand smiling and pulling him to go look at it and i wrapped my arm around his waist and whispered.
"I just bought it this morning" i said slowly and he looked as if he was going to cry, but the smile never seemed to let off his lips and then he leaned back and glanced at me.
" You didn't have too, but thank you very much" he said as his voice dripped with sincerity.
I leaned up and toke a final look at the piano before my eyes met his again I smiled so big I think if I had been human my cheeks would have suddenly not been able to work.
"Anytime" I breathed the words as he looked towards the piano and I breathed a sigh of relief, Than I began to wonder what he was thinking and the nerve to ask was almost unbearable but I liked this lovely moment between us.
"So now that you have seen your gift, how bout I buy lunch for you" I smirked slowly as he turned his green eyes to me, a small smirk running across his pale lips.
"As you wish" he murmured and I couldn't help but smile.
A/n
What did you think, was it too romantic. i think james is wearing off on me. i was ohhhing and awwing the whole time that i was writing it. i also want to know if you are interested in making a trailer for it.
and how do you think the next chapter will go? hehe
Adieu.
