Ch. 6. Not So Much As A Backward Glance

We ran through the forest for a while, running in silence. Then Spark stopped suddenly. I stopped and spun around, looking for danger. The only danger I could find was in Spark's eyes. I looked at her. "What? What is it?"

"Never. Mention. My. Past. Again." Spark snarled at me.

I held up my hands in a surrendering motion. "If it hadn't been Carlisle, I wouldn't have."

"I don't care. My past is private." She was letting off some very angry emotions.

"Alright. Lesson learned." I said, holding up my hands again. "Promise."

Spark scoffed at me.

I was suddenly amused at the likeness between her and Edward; both had a temper and both could be extremely sarcastic.

Spark felt my amusement and looked at me curiously. "Do you think this is funny?!"

I shook my head, trying to hide my laughter and my emotions. "Not at all." I said truthfully. "I just think you and my half-brother have an awful lot in common." I smiled at her. "And as much as you two seemed to butt heads back there, I just thought it was amusing." I shrugged. "So how'd you like Carlisle?"

Spark smiled and I saw her relax some. "He seems to be one of the better vampires."

I nod. "He is. He's very compassionate. He acts as a doctor."
Spark was shocked. I could feel it radiate off of her. "A vampire as a doctor?" she laughed.

"He's rather good actually. He's very much in control of himself. Actually, I don't think the scent of human blood has any lure for him any longer." I shrugged.

"That's awesome. He's very fatherly."

I nodded. "Yeah." I paused. "I'm glad it was Carlisle who changed Edward." I smiled at her. "Okay, so I'm not feeling the states anymore. How bout we go to France?"

"Ah Paris?! Oui oui!" Spark said with a smile.

I laughed at her. "I have somewhere I want to go check out."

Spark looked at me curiously. "Excuse me? And where might that be?"

I smiled at her sheepishly. "The Louvre." I shrugged.

"You have some sort of ulterior motive." Spark looked at me disbelievingly.

I laughed. "Who me? Never." Then I smiled at her. "Race ya." Then I took off running, laughing as I ran.

A day or so later, we crossed the border of France and entered Paris. Racing against Spark is truly a difficult task. We raced constantly, barely stopping. By the time we reached France we were slightly tired, but it was a definite tie.

"That was a good race." I told her, bending over to tie my shoe.

Spark nodded and smirked at me. "But next time I'm gunna unleash it all. I'm not holding back anymore now that I know what you can do."

I rolled my eyes at her. "You're full of it."

"Nuh-uh." She protested, pouting like a young girl.

"Ya-huh." I countered, rolling my eyes.

"Whatever. You'll see next time. You'll be eating my dust." Her eyes seemed to spark at her words.

I laughed softly, my laughter like ringing bells, and I shook my head. "Nuh-uh." I found myself imitating her.

It was Spark's turn to roll her eyes. "What are we doing here anyway? Doesn't this just bring us closer to what we left recently?"

I smirked at her. She could feel the mischievous emotion coursing through my veins as if it was blood and my heart still beat. I could feel her confusion through it.

"What? What are you planning?"

I just sat there. I could feel her curiosity building and her excitement. If adrenaline could still course through our veins, she would be getting massive doses right now. Her eyes now sparkled with their own mischief.

"EL!"

I laughed softly again. "Are you up for something dangerous and exciting?"
She arched an eyebrow at me.

"Okay. Stupid question…but humor me."

"Always. " She said simply.

I felt myself smirking again. "How dangerous and exciting…I mean, are you talking going to the North Pole and dancing with penguins and polar bears," I laughed seeing her expression, "or are you talking anything short of murder?"
"Wait a second." She frowned. "How is dancing with polar bears and penguins dangerous? I see how it's exciting but…"

I laughed again. "You would be thinking about that." I shook my head. "Besides, it'd be dangerous for them." I flashed my teeth as if to make a point.

"Sorry. I'm not one for the frozen foods section, thanks."

I laughed again. "You're avoiding my question…"

"Because you know the answer." She said with a shrug.

I smirked, seeing the curiosity still build. I know at this point she's going to say yes to just about anything. "Humor me."

((just wanted to let you know as I'm typing this right now in my Advanced Bio class my teacher is rambling on about his dog and how it got surfer's tail to some random chic and now he's talking about javelin and how amazing this one girl is. LMAO))

"That's all I seem to do anymore."

I laughed. "Spark…"

"Fine." Spark surrendered. "I'm ready for anything short of murder." She rolled her eyes in annoyance, but because of my continuous tap into her powers I knew she was impatient, excited, curious, and anxious to meet my mischievious challenge.

I felt my face turn into a smirk again. "Ready for some breaking and entering?"
She looked at me like I was kidding. But when I didn't start laughing and she realized I was being serious, she smirked. "I'm game."

I looked around. Lucky for us it was cloudy; we stuck by near the shadows regardless. We watched people walk in and out of the Louvre. When it was around midnight, and only the nightly patrol was on, a guy who looked no older than 19, we looked at each other and nodded. The poor kid was scrawny and didn't look like he could hold out long against a three year old little girl, let alone two talented vampires. With a silent movement I pointed toward the roof.

Spark nodded and she jumped up silently, using ledges and other roofs. She lands on the roof with a sound barely audible to my sensitive ears. I smile and follow her example, somewhat ticked that she beat me to it. I smirk at her.

She returns my smirk. I can feel the excitement building in her.

I just shake my head at her and point to the vent system.

"No way." She whispers. "There might be creepy spiders." She shivers.
I laugh softly, having to put a hand over my mouth to stop from laughing out loud. "You're a bloody vampire, do you really think you need to worry about spiders?"

"They've got eight legs. They're not natural."

I arch an eyebrow.

"Okay okay. I know. We're not natural."

I snickered softly. "Come on." I rolled my eyes at her and climbed through the vent. It was actually very clean as far as vents go. I led the way through them, neither Spark nor I making a single sound as we deftly moved through the vents. We ended up in a storage closet of some sort. I landed with a whisper of a thud, as did Spark. I smirked at her. "See. No spiders."

She rolled her eyes. "Shh." I could feel her extending her powers out to see if she could get an emotional read on anyone nearby. When she thought it was safe, she nodded to me. I deftly opened the door and we walked through the shadows around the Louvre. The place was huge and full of amazing art.

"This place is amazing." Spark whispered next to me.

I nodded. I was on camera duty. So far, we'd avoided about 10. "And full of security." I added as an afterthought.

Spark nodded. "Yeah, but we're here, aren't we?"

I snickered softly. "Yeah, but we're also two vampire freaks."

"This is true."

I laughed again.

"So do I get to know your ulterior motive yet or no?"

I looked at her from the corner of my eye. "Well…" I paused and looked around. Then I smiled and pulled her with me. "This is actually the reason I wanted to come here."

I watched as Spark's eyes grew wide. She looked at me with disbelief. "How…"

I touched a finger to my head. "When I was by Edward and I probed your mind…sorry again…I saw the false name you painted under, and the name of the vampire who changed you. Then I saw in Carlisle's mind the few times he'd been here he'd seen this exact painting and I noticed the names were the same. I thought you'd like to know this is one of his most popular pieces. In order to get it in the Louvre, he had to attach his name to it but look, he gave you credit." I pointed to the sign underneath.

'To my beautiful Jenna,
This is for you, please forgive me.'

Spark looked at me, closing off her emotions before I could even get a glimpse of them. Her face unreadable she told me "Let's go." Her voice held no emotion either.

I frowned. "Spark…"

"Now Elanor."

I blinked then nodded. We left the Louvre. Spark didn't even turn around. Nothing; not so much as a backward glance.