TITLE: Green
DISCLAIMER: Nightworld concepts belong to LJ Smith. Characters belong to me...ask if in the unlikely event that any take your fancy and you want to use them
SUMMARY: "...Joseph would never use her like he had used other girls. He had never fed from her and never would unless she let him. Harri's name entered her mind unbidden; Harri was with her soulmate right now. Harri who's innocent smile made Gracie want to slash the girl's throat with a nice sharp and pointy kitchen knife...." Gracie Bismarck always knew that her relationship with her soulmate Joseph Hannah wouldn't be easy, but she never expected so many humans to get in her way.
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ann: Hey. Thanks for your review...it made me so excited...I love to know when people read my work and I love it even better when they like it....hope you enjoy the next bit!
Ganymade: Thanks for reviewing....it gave me some motivation for finishing this bit off. Still it's a bit short, but the next bit should be longer... and the last bit in Him and Her is the epilogue it was meant to show that she had become a vampire and that they were together...it's only mean to be short! Thanks again for taking the time not only to read my stories but to review it too...enjoy the next chappie!
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GREEN: CHAPTER II
Harriet Miller walked to her class, ignoring the people who smiled at her and nodded. She was not happy. Something in her burned at the thought of Joseph Hannah and Gracie Bismarck together, she didn't understand it. She was supposed to be happy at them being together. Harri frowned as she walked into her maths class. The teacher frowned back at her.
Harri was late. Again.
She took her seat by the window. Storm clouds blocked the sun this depressed her more. She was disappointed that Hannah wouldn't come to Maria Stapleton's birthday dinner. Harri had been sure that he would have come if it hadn't been for Rosie and his girlfriend having that 'thing.'
Harri glared at the whiteboard, the teacher was scribbling page numbers and Harri looked at her textbook. She refrained from snorting. She was not in the mood for numbers.
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Ari Lindsay watched Gracie Bismarck from across the room. The mahogany haired witch was pushing back tears again. He knew that her soulmate was the cause of her pain, but knew that he couldn't comfort her. She didn't want any one to know that she was hurting, but he could see.
He wanted to go to her, but she would never accept him. He was an outsider to her pain, an acquaintance that she barely knew. He cared more than he could comprehend. He had watched her since she had moved to the district. He knew how she moved, her tiny habits that made her uniquely her. The mannerisms that made her stand out in the crowd. Yes, Ari cared more than he knew he should.
But he would never have that link with her. He would never know what she was feeling exactly when she was feeling it. Ari sighed, she was unattainable, something he could never have. Never he could never hold and comfort her. Ari diverted his eyes as she turned around; she carried a palette across the art room to where he was sitting. Her tears had dried, leaving puffy red stains.
"Don't say it," her voice ordered, her grey eyes commanding him to choke his concern.
"You know that I mean it," Ari replied, taking a brush from the jar next to the acrylics.
"I don't need to start again Ari," at least she did not deny she had been crying.
Ari remained silent, not sure what he could say without feeling stupid. Gracie moved around him gathering paints and moved over to where she had primed her canvas.
His golden eyes were drawn to her and he couldn't look away he knew that he should concentrate on his painting, but he was mesmerised by her anguish. The way she moved sung delicately of her emotions.
Ari breathed. "Can I do a portrait of you?" he was shocked by the question that had slipped out. Gracie's grey eyes looked at him and Ari swore that he was quaking at the presence of her gaze.
"A portrait?" Gracie asked. Uncertainty etching her features, "why?"
Ari didn't know what to say, "why not?"
Thoughtfulness crept over her face. "Hmmm," Gracie looked at Ari again as if trying to find out what he would get out of doing a portrait of her. "I s'pose."
The words of her assent made Ari's heart flutter. He smiled at her, and was given a smile of hers to keep forever. "Thanks," Ari turned back to his current project.
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Joseph Hannah started his car. He could feel the sadness and rage of his soulmate at the back of his mind. It was hurting him.
Her rage was burning, but it wasn't a purifying flame no, it was quite different. It was making him feel guilty. He liked the sinking lead feeling in his stomach less than he liked the twisting floating feeling that moved up his intestines when ever he laid eyes on the mahogany haired beauty that had chained his heart.
Joseph Hannah was not designed for love.
He pulled out of the student car park not caring who saw him speed off into the traffic. Joseph Hannah was not designed for school either. He needed to escape the link it was dragging him down. He knew that he would go back to her. He would always go to her. He did love her, but he couldn't accept it.
All the promises he made would be broken. Joseph knew that, he knew that he couldn't deny the hunter within him. How Ari did amazed him. The eagle shifter was a fountain of compassion, but still he was a raptor. A predator.
Joseph turned up the radio, hoping the music would take over his thoughts. Harriet Miller's face shimmered into his mind and he remembered how disappointment lined her face when it was revealed that he had to go a stupid Daybreaker meeting.
The brunette was human, three months ago he would have given her what she wanted without a second thought, but now he was attached. Attached and feeling guilt.
The emotion was new for him. So many emotions were new to him. He marvelled how people put up with them. They were tearing up his mind and his insides. Things were so much simpler before he had met Gracie.
He pulled up into his drive way. He was home. Still not a place of refuge, the link haunted him everywhere. Itching at the back of his mind. She would always defend him. The knowledge hurt her as much as it amused him.
Peter was right of course. Joseph knew that Gracie should listen to her stepbrother. Joseph would hurt her, he already was. Harriet Miller had incited fascination in him; she had ignored the unspoken law. The unspoken law that murmured that he was permanently unavailable to her. He knew that she had incited envy in his soulmate's mind.
Harriet Miller had poisoned him and Gracie.
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DISCLAIMER: Nightworld concepts belong to LJ Smith. Characters belong to me...ask if in the unlikely event that any take your fancy and you want to use them
SUMMARY: "...Joseph would never use her like he had used other girls. He had never fed from her and never would unless she let him. Harri's name entered her mind unbidden; Harri was with her soulmate right now. Harri who's innocent smile made Gracie want to slash the girl's throat with a nice sharp and pointy kitchen knife...." Gracie Bismarck always knew that her relationship with her soulmate Joseph Hannah wouldn't be easy, but she never expected so many humans to get in her way.
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ann: Hey. Thanks for your review...it made me so excited...I love to know when people read my work and I love it even better when they like it....hope you enjoy the next bit!
Ganymade: Thanks for reviewing....it gave me some motivation for finishing this bit off. Still it's a bit short, but the next bit should be longer... and the last bit in Him and Her is the epilogue it was meant to show that she had become a vampire and that they were together...it's only mean to be short! Thanks again for taking the time not only to read my stories but to review it too...enjoy the next chappie!
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GREEN: CHAPTER II
Harriet Miller walked to her class, ignoring the people who smiled at her and nodded. She was not happy. Something in her burned at the thought of Joseph Hannah and Gracie Bismarck together, she didn't understand it. She was supposed to be happy at them being together. Harri frowned as she walked into her maths class. The teacher frowned back at her.
Harri was late. Again.
She took her seat by the window. Storm clouds blocked the sun this depressed her more. She was disappointed that Hannah wouldn't come to Maria Stapleton's birthday dinner. Harri had been sure that he would have come if it hadn't been for Rosie and his girlfriend having that 'thing.'
Harri glared at the whiteboard, the teacher was scribbling page numbers and Harri looked at her textbook. She refrained from snorting. She was not in the mood for numbers.
~*~
Ari Lindsay watched Gracie Bismarck from across the room. The mahogany haired witch was pushing back tears again. He knew that her soulmate was the cause of her pain, but knew that he couldn't comfort her. She didn't want any one to know that she was hurting, but he could see.
He wanted to go to her, but she would never accept him. He was an outsider to her pain, an acquaintance that she barely knew. He cared more than he could comprehend. He had watched her since she had moved to the district. He knew how she moved, her tiny habits that made her uniquely her. The mannerisms that made her stand out in the crowd. Yes, Ari cared more than he knew he should.
But he would never have that link with her. He would never know what she was feeling exactly when she was feeling it. Ari sighed, she was unattainable, something he could never have. Never he could never hold and comfort her. Ari diverted his eyes as she turned around; she carried a palette across the art room to where he was sitting. Her tears had dried, leaving puffy red stains.
"Don't say it," her voice ordered, her grey eyes commanding him to choke his concern.
"You know that I mean it," Ari replied, taking a brush from the jar next to the acrylics.
"I don't need to start again Ari," at least she did not deny she had been crying.
Ari remained silent, not sure what he could say without feeling stupid. Gracie moved around him gathering paints and moved over to where she had primed her canvas.
His golden eyes were drawn to her and he couldn't look away he knew that he should concentrate on his painting, but he was mesmerised by her anguish. The way she moved sung delicately of her emotions.
Ari breathed. "Can I do a portrait of you?" he was shocked by the question that had slipped out. Gracie's grey eyes looked at him and Ari swore that he was quaking at the presence of her gaze.
"A portrait?" Gracie asked. Uncertainty etching her features, "why?"
Ari didn't know what to say, "why not?"
Thoughtfulness crept over her face. "Hmmm," Gracie looked at Ari again as if trying to find out what he would get out of doing a portrait of her. "I s'pose."
The words of her assent made Ari's heart flutter. He smiled at her, and was given a smile of hers to keep forever. "Thanks," Ari turned back to his current project.
~*~
Joseph Hannah started his car. He could feel the sadness and rage of his soulmate at the back of his mind. It was hurting him.
Her rage was burning, but it wasn't a purifying flame no, it was quite different. It was making him feel guilty. He liked the sinking lead feeling in his stomach less than he liked the twisting floating feeling that moved up his intestines when ever he laid eyes on the mahogany haired beauty that had chained his heart.
Joseph Hannah was not designed for love.
He pulled out of the student car park not caring who saw him speed off into the traffic. Joseph Hannah was not designed for school either. He needed to escape the link it was dragging him down. He knew that he would go back to her. He would always go to her. He did love her, but he couldn't accept it.
All the promises he made would be broken. Joseph knew that, he knew that he couldn't deny the hunter within him. How Ari did amazed him. The eagle shifter was a fountain of compassion, but still he was a raptor. A predator.
Joseph turned up the radio, hoping the music would take over his thoughts. Harriet Miller's face shimmered into his mind and he remembered how disappointment lined her face when it was revealed that he had to go a stupid Daybreaker meeting.
The brunette was human, three months ago he would have given her what she wanted without a second thought, but now he was attached. Attached and feeling guilt.
The emotion was new for him. So many emotions were new to him. He marvelled how people put up with them. They were tearing up his mind and his insides. Things were so much simpler before he had met Gracie.
He pulled up into his drive way. He was home. Still not a place of refuge, the link haunted him everywhere. Itching at the back of his mind. She would always defend him. The knowledge hurt her as much as it amused him.
Peter was right of course. Joseph knew that Gracie should listen to her stepbrother. Joseph would hurt her, he already was. Harriet Miller had incited fascination in him; she had ignored the unspoken law. The unspoken law that murmured that he was permanently unavailable to her. He knew that she had incited envy in his soulmate's mind.
Harriet Miller had poisoned him and Gracie.
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