Part 15
Edan hadn't exactly been thrilled at the thought of sharing with Sarah. This girl had caused him nothing but trouble since he had come to this town.
She spurred his emotions in a way nobody had done since Annabelle, and that had been two hundred years ago. He had been certain a little whole ago that he simply could *not* leave without saying goodbye to her.
Then he'd had to rescue her from Helenia, and with her attitude towards him, he'd started to get annoyed. She'd barely said a word. Now - her touch was like nothing he had ever experienced.
His mind was boggling, awash with a thousand new sensations as colour wrapped itself around them, so many different shades, the rainbow seemed to mix together so that all the colours became a beautiful white.
He was vaguely aware of her arms moving around his shoulders, circling his waist, their lips meeting, melting together. The physical sensations didn't seem to mean much.
What amazed him were the startling mental revelations. He could literally *feel* her awe and fascination, along with her frustration at knot rally understanding what was going on, her fear of the Night World.
This isn't terrible, it's right he thought. It's meant to be. There was a reason I came to this town and now I've found her.
Why would this thing be terrible?
Edan frowned slightly, the thought didn't belong to him. Then he realised - *hers*. Sarah's thoughts. He could understand them, hear them as clearly as if she were speaking. The soulmate connection was bringing their minds together so nothing could be kept secret.
That's all ell and good, but I don't really *want* your thoughts in my mind She seemed quite annoyed.
There's nothing we can do. It's the soulmate connection. I've heard people complain about this all the time
Sarah lay her head on his shoulder, just holding him as the gentle light bathed them in it's magic.
So what's the point of this soulmate thing
Edan's arms tightened around her. Helenia, nor Arcturus were ever going to lay a finger on her again. It's something that happens to people who are destined to be together. It tells people who their perfect partner is. We're made for each other.
They stood that way for several minutes in comforting silence. Edan knew they were going to have to come back to reality at some point, but as far as he was concerned, at the moment reality could go to hell.
He had his soulmate.
Who's Annabelle?
"What?" The question came as such a shock Edan spoke out loud. As soon as he had the white soulmate light vanished. He pushed her away from him. He *didn't* want her knowing about Annabelle yet.
Sarah eyed him with confused as she stepped back.
"Would you believe if me I told you this morning a ghost called Annabelle warned be to be wary of your brother?"
"*What*?" Edan didn't know what to make of that.
"And you never really explained the idea of Helenia, either. I get the whole Night World thing. It's *you* I don't get." She sat on the bed, shaking her head.
Edan knew he was going to have to tell her the whole story of his past sooner or later. He had been putting his hopes on later. Unfortunately for him, hope was a fickle thing.
"I hate to interrupt the love-in, but you and I have business to discuss. You forget, you owe yourself to me."
Edan turned in alarm at the new voice coming from the closed bedroom door. A figure was imprinted there, surrounded by an almost sparkly dusky rose glow of magic. The figure was wearing a lilac dress, sat in a lotus position, an aureole of shining silvery blonde hair around her fairy-like face. A delicate mouth was curled in an elegant sneer.
"Crap," Edan muttered, closing his eyes. "Fuck. I thought you were dead."
"You wish. Don't think I won't come and claim what's mine." Then there was a flash of gold light, and she vanished.
"Edan? Edan! What the hell is going on? Who are you *talking* to?"
He blinked, turning back to look at Sarah, He couldn't even enjoy the discovery of his soulmate without someone from his past coming back to haunt him.
"Forget about it. Get some sleep." He left the room, hurrying outside for the back porch swing, where he sat with his head in his hands.
First Arcturus, then Helenia. And Annabelle apparently was a ghost. To make things worse, Cisara had shown up as well, a girl who should have been dead a century ago. Who had probably teamed up with Helenia and the two of them were plotting something horrible against him.
And on top of it, he had Arcturus framing him for a murder he hadn't committed. No rest for the wicked he thought,
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Edan hadn't exactly been thrilled at the thought of sharing with Sarah. This girl had caused him nothing but trouble since he had come to this town.
She spurred his emotions in a way nobody had done since Annabelle, and that had been two hundred years ago. He had been certain a little whole ago that he simply could *not* leave without saying goodbye to her.
Then he'd had to rescue her from Helenia, and with her attitude towards him, he'd started to get annoyed. She'd barely said a word. Now - her touch was like nothing he had ever experienced.
His mind was boggling, awash with a thousand new sensations as colour wrapped itself around them, so many different shades, the rainbow seemed to mix together so that all the colours became a beautiful white.
He was vaguely aware of her arms moving around his shoulders, circling his waist, their lips meeting, melting together. The physical sensations didn't seem to mean much.
What amazed him were the startling mental revelations. He could literally *feel* her awe and fascination, along with her frustration at knot rally understanding what was going on, her fear of the Night World.
This isn't terrible, it's right he thought. It's meant to be. There was a reason I came to this town and now I've found her.
Why would this thing be terrible?
Edan frowned slightly, the thought didn't belong to him. Then he realised - *hers*. Sarah's thoughts. He could understand them, hear them as clearly as if she were speaking. The soulmate connection was bringing their minds together so nothing could be kept secret.
That's all ell and good, but I don't really *want* your thoughts in my mind She seemed quite annoyed.
There's nothing we can do. It's the soulmate connection. I've heard people complain about this all the time
Sarah lay her head on his shoulder, just holding him as the gentle light bathed them in it's magic.
So what's the point of this soulmate thing
Edan's arms tightened around her. Helenia, nor Arcturus were ever going to lay a finger on her again. It's something that happens to people who are destined to be together. It tells people who their perfect partner is. We're made for each other.
They stood that way for several minutes in comforting silence. Edan knew they were going to have to come back to reality at some point, but as far as he was concerned, at the moment reality could go to hell.
He had his soulmate.
Who's Annabelle?
"What?" The question came as such a shock Edan spoke out loud. As soon as he had the white soulmate light vanished. He pushed her away from him. He *didn't* want her knowing about Annabelle yet.
Sarah eyed him with confused as she stepped back.
"Would you believe if me I told you this morning a ghost called Annabelle warned be to be wary of your brother?"
"*What*?" Edan didn't know what to make of that.
"And you never really explained the idea of Helenia, either. I get the whole Night World thing. It's *you* I don't get." She sat on the bed, shaking her head.
Edan knew he was going to have to tell her the whole story of his past sooner or later. He had been putting his hopes on later. Unfortunately for him, hope was a fickle thing.
"I hate to interrupt the love-in, but you and I have business to discuss. You forget, you owe yourself to me."
Edan turned in alarm at the new voice coming from the closed bedroom door. A figure was imprinted there, surrounded by an almost sparkly dusky rose glow of magic. The figure was wearing a lilac dress, sat in a lotus position, an aureole of shining silvery blonde hair around her fairy-like face. A delicate mouth was curled in an elegant sneer.
"Crap," Edan muttered, closing his eyes. "Fuck. I thought you were dead."
"You wish. Don't think I won't come and claim what's mine." Then there was a flash of gold light, and she vanished.
"Edan? Edan! What the hell is going on? Who are you *talking* to?"
He blinked, turning back to look at Sarah, He couldn't even enjoy the discovery of his soulmate without someone from his past coming back to haunt him.
"Forget about it. Get some sleep." He left the room, hurrying outside for the back porch swing, where he sat with his head in his hands.
First Arcturus, then Helenia. And Annabelle apparently was a ghost. To make things worse, Cisara had shown up as well, a girl who should have been dead a century ago. Who had probably teamed up with Helenia and the two of them were plotting something horrible against him.
And on top of it, he had Arcturus framing him for a murder he hadn't committed. No rest for the wicked he thought,
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