A/N: You people need to ride my ass and tell me to get the next chapters up faster! Push my lazy butt into gear! Keep telling me to go go go! Or I'll be all bleh. Whatever it takes! Badger me with e-mails! Threaten to eat my cats! Throw ramen at me. O_o Sorry I'm eating a cup of noodles right now ^_^.
I stood in the shower letting the hot water soak my body. It stinged greatly, but I welcomed the feeling very much. My body ached and I was worried of what I would say to my mother. She would hang me if I told the truth, because more than likely she would think I was lying. And if I lied she would hang as well. It is no secret that I was in major trouble, but trouble for me was only beginning.
I stood in the surge of water and rinsed the rest of soap, dirk, and blood off of me. I felt like I had been hit by a bus and I looked it, but really it was the mixture of fights and accidents with elves. I jumped as I brushed my hand over the wound I'd received the night before. It had stopped bleeding, but it could be easily reopened, so I was extra careful around it.
I got out and wrapped a towel around my hair, placed a bathrobe around my body and headed back to my room. On the way I looked out into the living room to see Legolas and Emily discussing something. I stopped and listened.
"Do you believe in fate?" Emily asked curiously. She was sitting on the love seat looking over at Legolas who seemed to favor the chair.
"It depends…" Legolas said after a long silence of thinking. I was quite shocked to see my sister having a deep conversation with someone she just met, but then again… 'There was something different about him.' "I believe some things happen by chance," he continued. "…And others were, are, and always meant to be."
My sister's eyes gleamed in awe and mystery of this elf. I noticed that his hair was still down concealing his beautifully pointed ears. The idea of the punk rocker came back to mind and I couldn't help but to smile. A knew found confidence arose in my body and I proceeded to eavesdrop.
"Do you think you were meant to meet Terrance." I ducked behind the wall when I heard this and listened carefully for his answer.
An uncomfortable silence rang through out the house driving me insane with anticipation. It seemed like he was carefully choosing his words and considering each possibility. After, what seemed like hours he finally spoke:
"This is something I cannot share with you. It is something I should best save for later, otherwise I would be speaking about something I, myself don't even fully understand That would be an inconvenience on your curious and young mind to do such a thing and I do not want to be responsible for it."
I popped my head back out to see Emily pull her feet up on to couch and rest her arm on the armrest. A light sparkled in her big brown eyes. "How old are you?" She asked, her voice was detached and attentive.
Suddenly I walked out into the living room and stared at them. They gazed back at me as a quizzical look became embedded in their faces.
"Terrance… You're like half naked." My sister said to me.
"I'm in a bath robe." I said back, and left for my room at once. I changed into a pair of blue jeans and a warm long-sleeve green sweatshirt. I pinned my hair in a ponytail and progressed on to apply my socks and a pair of docks to my feet. I decided that that day would be one of the few days I would wear make-up for obvious reason. I painted on the eye shadow and other forms of make-up, when Legolas came walking into my room.
"Don't you knock?" I screamed as I turned from my full-length mirror.
"Your mother sent me in to get you." He said, timidly when he saw what I was doing to my face.
I sighed and turned back around to put on the lipstick. "Do me a favor." I said staring at him in the mirror's reflection. "Get bandages from my stomach."
"Anything for you." He said, within seconds he was gone. When I was done with my make-up I sat down and waited. Within a few more seconds he returned with the bandages and herbs. He helped my wrap it around my waist and secure it all together.
"Thank you." I said as I sat back down on my bed. He sat down next to me.
"You do know it's rude to eavesdrop, don't you?" He laughed.
I rolled my eyes and got up to find my wool-hooded duster. I put it on and left my room and with Legolas sitting inside still waiting for me to reply.
I sat down on my couch and waited for the rest of my family to make their way here. Suddenly I looked over into the family room. A great sadness fell over me. I stared at it blankly, thinking about the reasons I neglected to venture in there. I got up and walked towards it. Instantly I was greeted with the family scent of my childhood years. The scent was so distinct, yet so indescribable. The smell triggered so many memories… memories of my Father.
I saw myself at the age of 4 staring into the fire of the fireplace, reaching out my hand to touch the flames. How pretty they looked, how memorizing. Swiftly my Father lifted me up away from the fire and carried me towards the dinning room, well I laughed as he tickled me…
Christmas eve the following year, I was sat on his lap with a book in my hand. The stockings were hung over the fireplace and the tree smelt so pretty, enticing everyone to enter the room just to marvel at the tree laced with tensile of gold and silver. And the blue angel that stood on stop, watching over the presents. I remember the cookies and milk set out for old St. Nick. And I was reading Rudolf the Red Nose Reindeer to my father. Our last Christmas together.
I jerked myself back from the painful memories and followed as my family left the house, with Legolas trailing closely behind. I stopped in the cold world of ice and breathed in deeply, the tiny crystals in the air scratched my throat like daggers. I felt cold, very cold. The kind of cold you feel when know something's going to happen, something bad. I'm not going to say sensed this coming and on some levels I did, but I never thought what would take place so soon would effect me on so many levels.
We reached the minivan and climbed inside. My mother was driver, Emily was sat in the middle, and Legolas and I were sat in the way back.
Fear became entwisted in Legolas face as we sat there in silence for a moment.
"Seat-belts everyone." My mother called from her drivers seat. She stared at me through the review mirror. I chose to ignore her and helped Legolas with his belt.
The car started and I saw Legolas flinch and jump slightly. I wished deeply to hold his hand and tell him that everything was all right, but then I would need to explain myself to my mother and everyone else. I didn't want to do that, but then again why should I explain myself? That's not how I normally act though, that's not how people expect me to act; they expect me to act outspoken and uncaring for any other human being, but that's not really who I am.
Legolas' hand gripped his legging tightly and he stared down intensely. Sweat began to appear on his brow and upper lip. He started to shake and his lower lip quivered. His breathing became heavy and careless. He lost all composure.
I stared upon him enable to do nothing. I was angered by my behavior, by my blasted silence. My mother had turned on the radio and talked with my sister about something I paid no attention to. I looked out the window and saw the world covered in a blanket of ice and snow. The roads were clear, because those stupid people finally got the snowplows fixed. I heard his breathing again. It sent chills through me.
I sighed softly and tried to ignore it, but a few moments later, I couldn't bare it any longer. I rested my head in one hand and reached out my other for his gripped on his leg. I kept my arm hidden from sight from my mother and held tightly to his hand. Instantly his breathing became hushed, but it seemed that was the only changed. His shaking still persistent, I hide my eyes in my free hand and leaned back in the seat. I glanced over at him and saw him sitting straight up, head facing the front, trying very hard to hide to true fear the fumed inside of him.
"Be still." I whispered. Blast it mother! Can't you tell the radio and the world around him is torturing his mind! His body! His spirit! But the only person to blame here was me. When we reached the mall there was hardly any body there. It was still semi-early and the parking lot at just been cleared of all snow. I led Legolas away from my family once we reached inside.
My mother shouted, "be back in an hour and we'll regroup!" I hardly heard her, I was to busy trying to find a safe place with very little people. I took him to the other side of the mall and upstairs. There, I motioned for him to sit down on a bench. He fell onto it and heaved a large sigh. He threw his head into his hands and rested his arms on each leg. He began to shake even more and I felt a great swell of pity rise through me. I rested my hand on the railing and stared at him. I looked towards the lower level, hiding my eyes from him… running again. I saw a man in a black overcoat staring up at me. He looked about 6' and has broad shoulders. I shrugged it off and looked around the lower level some more, then my eyes turned back to him who was still staring at me. I stared back for a moment, and then heard the breathing of Legolas sending me into a cold sweat.
"Legolas…" I said with great concern. "Please… stop." Was all I could force from my lips. He peered up at me through his hands and suddenly turned away. I tightened my grip on the railing and lifted my head to see a gang for 5 or 6 kids walking past, little punks, only about 13 or so. I stared at them as the walked past, acting like they haven't any cares in the world. Probably didn't, blasted kids, you're killing him! Go, before I have to kill you!
One moved closer to Legolas, a girl with dyed blue hair and had cut up pants and a spiked collar around her neck. She sat next to him and suddenly tried to pop him one over the head. Legolas grabbed the hand and stood up, pulling the girl up with him.
"Get the hell outta here." I said with furry. The others stopped and looked at us. They all came running up to save their little comrade and I only glared back at them.
"Hey bitch! Shut the hell up!" One said.
"Wanna test me?" I asked as I moved closer. The kids look around and one another and back Legolas and I. I took the girl with dyed hair from Legolas and pushed her at her little friends. "Get!" I said.
"Hey! I know you!" It seemed like this was coming from the eldest among them, their leader perhaps? "You're Terrance! That bitch at my sisters high school!" Oh I knew that voice. That was the voice of Heather, Tami's younger sister and enemies with my sister as well as I. Okay, okay; we have a bad history with that family. But I never understood why Heather and Tami hated us so. Tami isn't stupid at all. She got into the school on a scholarship like me. Her father left them when they were real little though, then their mother committed suicide but I don't understand why it seemed so much like the resented us. Was it because he still had our mother and only our father died? No, that's a stupid reason, a petty reason. Now they lived with their grandmother who seems like a nice lady, but sadly she can't control Tami or Heather.
"Yes, and that means you know my sister as well you little twerp." I said back moving closer to Legolas.
"Ha-ha! My sister kicked your ass yesterday!" That annoying little voice blared at me.
"Only because she used dirt tactics and got petty aid from her friends. Is that really something to be proud of? I think not you little brat. And if she ever tries anything like that again, she'll have an arrow stuck up her ass. Get it?" I looked over a Legolas, who seemed barely interested at all.
With that the little children left and I sat back down on the bench as Legolas sat down. I placed my arm around him and pulled him close to me. I heard a faint whimpering from him, but not like a dogs… not at all. A dogs whimper is annoying and pathetic, his sent me into so many different feelings and emotions. He curled up on the bench and rested his head on my lap, while I stroked his long silk like hair. How soft it felt to my hands. He still gave off the scent of the forest, probably from his clothing. How I wished this moment would never end. I never wanted to get up, never wanted to leave him sitting there in darkness that you feel from the void of loneliness.
I knew he felt alone, but what comfort would I give? I mean really, what elf looks for solace in a human… Maybe I was just the nearest body, but then again… I knew his secret. His, oh so sweet, oh so wonderful secret that would send any girl into a fit of jealousy. Would it be any different if another girl came along instead of me?
Fate! You're playing a trick on me! Toying with my being! Fate, you're laughing at me, aren't you?
Too soon the moment ended and it was back to reality that is my life.
A/N: I PROMISE! To make the next chapter more exciting ^_^ in the next chapter Terrance is attacked! *GASP!* but not by any punk kids or anything! A real scary looking big man! That has a secret to tell…. About her….O_o I'm not telling hahaha ^_^
I stood in the shower letting the hot water soak my body. It stinged greatly, but I welcomed the feeling very much. My body ached and I was worried of what I would say to my mother. She would hang me if I told the truth, because more than likely she would think I was lying. And if I lied she would hang as well. It is no secret that I was in major trouble, but trouble for me was only beginning.
I stood in the surge of water and rinsed the rest of soap, dirk, and blood off of me. I felt like I had been hit by a bus and I looked it, but really it was the mixture of fights and accidents with elves. I jumped as I brushed my hand over the wound I'd received the night before. It had stopped bleeding, but it could be easily reopened, so I was extra careful around it.
I got out and wrapped a towel around my hair, placed a bathrobe around my body and headed back to my room. On the way I looked out into the living room to see Legolas and Emily discussing something. I stopped and listened.
"Do you believe in fate?" Emily asked curiously. She was sitting on the love seat looking over at Legolas who seemed to favor the chair.
"It depends…" Legolas said after a long silence of thinking. I was quite shocked to see my sister having a deep conversation with someone she just met, but then again… 'There was something different about him.' "I believe some things happen by chance," he continued. "…And others were, are, and always meant to be."
My sister's eyes gleamed in awe and mystery of this elf. I noticed that his hair was still down concealing his beautifully pointed ears. The idea of the punk rocker came back to mind and I couldn't help but to smile. A knew found confidence arose in my body and I proceeded to eavesdrop.
"Do you think you were meant to meet Terrance." I ducked behind the wall when I heard this and listened carefully for his answer.
An uncomfortable silence rang through out the house driving me insane with anticipation. It seemed like he was carefully choosing his words and considering each possibility. After, what seemed like hours he finally spoke:
"This is something I cannot share with you. It is something I should best save for later, otherwise I would be speaking about something I, myself don't even fully understand That would be an inconvenience on your curious and young mind to do such a thing and I do not want to be responsible for it."
I popped my head back out to see Emily pull her feet up on to couch and rest her arm on the armrest. A light sparkled in her big brown eyes. "How old are you?" She asked, her voice was detached and attentive.
Suddenly I walked out into the living room and stared at them. They gazed back at me as a quizzical look became embedded in their faces.
"Terrance… You're like half naked." My sister said to me.
"I'm in a bath robe." I said back, and left for my room at once. I changed into a pair of blue jeans and a warm long-sleeve green sweatshirt. I pinned my hair in a ponytail and progressed on to apply my socks and a pair of docks to my feet. I decided that that day would be one of the few days I would wear make-up for obvious reason. I painted on the eye shadow and other forms of make-up, when Legolas came walking into my room.
"Don't you knock?" I screamed as I turned from my full-length mirror.
"Your mother sent me in to get you." He said, timidly when he saw what I was doing to my face.
I sighed and turned back around to put on the lipstick. "Do me a favor." I said staring at him in the mirror's reflection. "Get bandages from my stomach."
"Anything for you." He said, within seconds he was gone. When I was done with my make-up I sat down and waited. Within a few more seconds he returned with the bandages and herbs. He helped my wrap it around my waist and secure it all together.
"Thank you." I said as I sat back down on my bed. He sat down next to me.
"You do know it's rude to eavesdrop, don't you?" He laughed.
I rolled my eyes and got up to find my wool-hooded duster. I put it on and left my room and with Legolas sitting inside still waiting for me to reply.
I sat down on my couch and waited for the rest of my family to make their way here. Suddenly I looked over into the family room. A great sadness fell over me. I stared at it blankly, thinking about the reasons I neglected to venture in there. I got up and walked towards it. Instantly I was greeted with the family scent of my childhood years. The scent was so distinct, yet so indescribable. The smell triggered so many memories… memories of my Father.
I saw myself at the age of 4 staring into the fire of the fireplace, reaching out my hand to touch the flames. How pretty they looked, how memorizing. Swiftly my Father lifted me up away from the fire and carried me towards the dinning room, well I laughed as he tickled me…
Christmas eve the following year, I was sat on his lap with a book in my hand. The stockings were hung over the fireplace and the tree smelt so pretty, enticing everyone to enter the room just to marvel at the tree laced with tensile of gold and silver. And the blue angel that stood on stop, watching over the presents. I remember the cookies and milk set out for old St. Nick. And I was reading Rudolf the Red Nose Reindeer to my father. Our last Christmas together.
I jerked myself back from the painful memories and followed as my family left the house, with Legolas trailing closely behind. I stopped in the cold world of ice and breathed in deeply, the tiny crystals in the air scratched my throat like daggers. I felt cold, very cold. The kind of cold you feel when know something's going to happen, something bad. I'm not going to say sensed this coming and on some levels I did, but I never thought what would take place so soon would effect me on so many levels.
We reached the minivan and climbed inside. My mother was driver, Emily was sat in the middle, and Legolas and I were sat in the way back.
Fear became entwisted in Legolas face as we sat there in silence for a moment.
"Seat-belts everyone." My mother called from her drivers seat. She stared at me through the review mirror. I chose to ignore her and helped Legolas with his belt.
The car started and I saw Legolas flinch and jump slightly. I wished deeply to hold his hand and tell him that everything was all right, but then I would need to explain myself to my mother and everyone else. I didn't want to do that, but then again why should I explain myself? That's not how I normally act though, that's not how people expect me to act; they expect me to act outspoken and uncaring for any other human being, but that's not really who I am.
Legolas' hand gripped his legging tightly and he stared down intensely. Sweat began to appear on his brow and upper lip. He started to shake and his lower lip quivered. His breathing became heavy and careless. He lost all composure.
I stared upon him enable to do nothing. I was angered by my behavior, by my blasted silence. My mother had turned on the radio and talked with my sister about something I paid no attention to. I looked out the window and saw the world covered in a blanket of ice and snow. The roads were clear, because those stupid people finally got the snowplows fixed. I heard his breathing again. It sent chills through me.
I sighed softly and tried to ignore it, but a few moments later, I couldn't bare it any longer. I rested my head in one hand and reached out my other for his gripped on his leg. I kept my arm hidden from sight from my mother and held tightly to his hand. Instantly his breathing became hushed, but it seemed that was the only changed. His shaking still persistent, I hide my eyes in my free hand and leaned back in the seat. I glanced over at him and saw him sitting straight up, head facing the front, trying very hard to hide to true fear the fumed inside of him.
"Be still." I whispered. Blast it mother! Can't you tell the radio and the world around him is torturing his mind! His body! His spirit! But the only person to blame here was me. When we reached the mall there was hardly any body there. It was still semi-early and the parking lot at just been cleared of all snow. I led Legolas away from my family once we reached inside.
My mother shouted, "be back in an hour and we'll regroup!" I hardly heard her, I was to busy trying to find a safe place with very little people. I took him to the other side of the mall and upstairs. There, I motioned for him to sit down on a bench. He fell onto it and heaved a large sigh. He threw his head into his hands and rested his arms on each leg. He began to shake even more and I felt a great swell of pity rise through me. I rested my hand on the railing and stared at him. I looked towards the lower level, hiding my eyes from him… running again. I saw a man in a black overcoat staring up at me. He looked about 6' and has broad shoulders. I shrugged it off and looked around the lower level some more, then my eyes turned back to him who was still staring at me. I stared back for a moment, and then heard the breathing of Legolas sending me into a cold sweat.
"Legolas…" I said with great concern. "Please… stop." Was all I could force from my lips. He peered up at me through his hands and suddenly turned away. I tightened my grip on the railing and lifted my head to see a gang for 5 or 6 kids walking past, little punks, only about 13 or so. I stared at them as the walked past, acting like they haven't any cares in the world. Probably didn't, blasted kids, you're killing him! Go, before I have to kill you!
One moved closer to Legolas, a girl with dyed blue hair and had cut up pants and a spiked collar around her neck. She sat next to him and suddenly tried to pop him one over the head. Legolas grabbed the hand and stood up, pulling the girl up with him.
"Get the hell outta here." I said with furry. The others stopped and looked at us. They all came running up to save their little comrade and I only glared back at them.
"Hey bitch! Shut the hell up!" One said.
"Wanna test me?" I asked as I moved closer. The kids look around and one another and back Legolas and I. I took the girl with dyed hair from Legolas and pushed her at her little friends. "Get!" I said.
"Hey! I know you!" It seemed like this was coming from the eldest among them, their leader perhaps? "You're Terrance! That bitch at my sisters high school!" Oh I knew that voice. That was the voice of Heather, Tami's younger sister and enemies with my sister as well as I. Okay, okay; we have a bad history with that family. But I never understood why Heather and Tami hated us so. Tami isn't stupid at all. She got into the school on a scholarship like me. Her father left them when they were real little though, then their mother committed suicide but I don't understand why it seemed so much like the resented us. Was it because he still had our mother and only our father died? No, that's a stupid reason, a petty reason. Now they lived with their grandmother who seems like a nice lady, but sadly she can't control Tami or Heather.
"Yes, and that means you know my sister as well you little twerp." I said back moving closer to Legolas.
"Ha-ha! My sister kicked your ass yesterday!" That annoying little voice blared at me.
"Only because she used dirt tactics and got petty aid from her friends. Is that really something to be proud of? I think not you little brat. And if she ever tries anything like that again, she'll have an arrow stuck up her ass. Get it?" I looked over a Legolas, who seemed barely interested at all.
With that the little children left and I sat back down on the bench as Legolas sat down. I placed my arm around him and pulled him close to me. I heard a faint whimpering from him, but not like a dogs… not at all. A dogs whimper is annoying and pathetic, his sent me into so many different feelings and emotions. He curled up on the bench and rested his head on my lap, while I stroked his long silk like hair. How soft it felt to my hands. He still gave off the scent of the forest, probably from his clothing. How I wished this moment would never end. I never wanted to get up, never wanted to leave him sitting there in darkness that you feel from the void of loneliness.
I knew he felt alone, but what comfort would I give? I mean really, what elf looks for solace in a human… Maybe I was just the nearest body, but then again… I knew his secret. His, oh so sweet, oh so wonderful secret that would send any girl into a fit of jealousy. Would it be any different if another girl came along instead of me?
Fate! You're playing a trick on me! Toying with my being! Fate, you're laughing at me, aren't you?
Too soon the moment ended and it was back to reality that is my life.
A/N: I PROMISE! To make the next chapter more exciting ^_^ in the next chapter Terrance is attacked! *GASP!* but not by any punk kids or anything! A real scary looking big man! That has a secret to tell…. About her….O_o I'm not telling hahaha ^_^