Chronic Sarcasm: Thanks. Actually, I have mismatched eyes: my left eye is aquamarine and my right eye is blue grey. :P Well, Poppy's cousin may or may not be Nilsson's soulmate. You'll just have to wait and see. Don't make assumptions just yet; as any of my regular reviewers will tell you, I tend to put twists in my stories. When people guess things; I usually make up a twist so that they're wrong. Hee hee! Maybe not completely wrong, but wrong maybe at the time. I'm mean that way. I also put an awful lot of cliff hangers in my stories as well. Thanks for reviewing.
Jez101: Oh my God! She's back! (Applauds) WHOOHOO! Wondered where you'd got to. You're normally excited! Well, like I said, this story's been floating about in my head and I decided to put it up onto Glad you liked the last chapter. Hope you like this one? Thanks for reviewing.
Ashli28: Thanks very much. Nilsson fics aren't usually worth reading, the only Nilsson fic I've read that's good is Behind Black Shades by Chronis Sarcasm. All the others are usually about Nilsson and Thierry getting it on. Poor vampire. Or else about Nilsson being stupid or just gay full stop! I just read one earlier about Nilsson and Lupe being soulmates and the author said that both Nilsson and Lupe are blunt! Evil woman! I love Nilsson; I think he's brilliant; L.J Smith should make a book about him finding his soulmate. Glad you liked the last chapter, hope you like this one. Thanks for the review.
Nat: Hello love. Glad you liked the story. Don't worry; you'll know who Poppy's cousin is in this chapter. Sorry, I couldn't think of who to put down. Thank you very much for the review. ;) Poppy's cousin may or may not be Nilsson's soulmate…you'll just have to wait and see.
Well hope you guys like this next chapter. It's a tiny bit longer than the last one, sorry couldn't help myself. Hee, hee!
Part 2.
"Nilsson, hurry up!" Poppy says to Nilsson the next day. She is practically bouncing up and down in the foyer.
"I'm coming Miss Poppy. Please calm yourself." Nilsson replies with a sigh. He grabs the keys to the limo and opens the front door. A blur rushes past him and out of sight. That girl needs to come down of the glucose. Nilsson thinks with a bemused smile, and shakes his head. She's got as much energy as Lupe, and that's saying something. Lupe Acevedo is a werewolf half breed and best female friend of Nilsson. Nilsson's best friend is Thierry.
Nilsson climbs down the white marble steps and stops in front of a white stretched limousine. Thierry owns about a dozen white limos. Poppy is already there waiting for him. He unlocks the car, and moves to open the door for Poppy, but she's already in the car. Nilsson climbs into the driver's side and starts the engine. Immediately Mozart's The Magic Flute starts to play. Poppy nearly falls off the crimson coloured back seat.
"What kind of music is that?" She asks, recovering from the initial shock of having classical music playing in her ears.
"Thierry's kind of music." Nilsson replies, pulling out of the driveway and onto the main road just outside Thierry's mansion.
"That man needs to be slapped upside the head for listening to that crap." Poppy replies, leaning over to fiddle with the stereo.
"Miss Poppy, please. Sit at peace." Nilsson says, chancing a quick look at Poppy.
"Do you have anything other than classic?" She demands.
"No I don't." Nilsson replies dryly, pulling onto the freeway towards the airport.
"Well, hopefully my cousin will have some descent music with her." The elfin vampire says, looking at Nilsson with disgust.
"Hopefully nothing you listen to." He says under his breath.
"I heard that Mister." Poppy socks Nilsson on the arm. Nilsson just rolls his eyes.
Ten more minutes of Poppy's constant moaning about the crap music, and they arrive at the airport, much to Nilsson's relief.
Poppy hops out of the car, followed closely by Nilsson who just lounges against the limo.
"I'm going to see if she's arrived yet." Poppy says, dashing into the crowded airport.
While he's waiting for Poppy coming back out with her cousin, Nilsson thinks back to the dream he had again last night. The dream hadn't changed from dreaming it yesterday afternoon; he still only got to see her eyes. The only difference was that after she whispered his name, she took hold of his hands, which never happened before either. He's been dreaming of this mysterious girl for over a year now. Nilsson is pulled out of his thoughts by Poppy pinching his arm.
Standing next to Poppy is a girl who looks to be about sixteen or seventeen; she has red hair that is pulled into a short ponytail. She has an average slim build, around five foot four, and slight curves. She has a round face, lips about the same size as Nilsson's. She has a button nose, bright eyes that are grey blue; they are also framed with rectangle shaped glasses.
Unlike Poppy, this girl is dressed in black; black leather boots under black combat trousers, these trousers have zips galore, and has a fair amount of chains around the waist. She is wearing a black work shirt complete with black tie. The shirt and tie are sewn in red thread.
Nilsson notices that three small silver hoops are in each ear, and she also has her lip pierced. A black bag is sitting diagonally across her chest; the strap is covered in badges. On the bag itself are about half a dozen patches with names on them, that Nilsson guesses must be the names of bands, until he sees a red one that says 'Bitch' in white fancy writing.
She is carrying a black duffle bag in both hands. Nilsson sees three rings on each of the girl's hands; two silver thumb rings, two silver rings on both middle fingers and two gold rings on both little fingers. Nilsson also notices that the girl's skin is as pale as a vampire's, yet she isn't one. There is also a collection of a few freckles on each hand and arm. He can faintly see faded freckles on the girl's face. There is a pair of earphones dangling from the girl's ears; the wire goes all the way into the black bag around her chest. Around her wrists are a watch and a dark pink wristband, and on the right arm are two black bracelets identical to each other, except one has a gold and black tiny plaque with the letter J. And above those is a white wristband.
The girl is fairly pretty, not beautiful like vampires, but pretty in her own way. Around her neck, the girl wears three necklaces, different lengths all on black rope; the longest one looks like the tooth of a big cat, with two purple beads, and two red beads on either side. The middle one is a wooden pendant with writing on it. Nilsson can't make it out. And the smallest necklace is a silvery colour in the shape of a cobra.
"Nilsson, this is my cousin Judith." Poppy introduces them. "Judith, this is Thierry's right hand man, Nilsson."
"Hi." Poppy cousin Judith says.
"Hello." Nilsson replies, reaching over and taking the black duffle bag from Judith's hands.
"Uh, thanks." Judith says. Nilsson notices that her accent isn't Irish like he thought it was going to be, but slightly different.
Nilsson pops open the trunk of the car, while Poppy and Judith climb into the limo. Nilsson bangs the trunk so that it is closed, and then walks to the front of the car into the driver's side. Before Nilsson turns on the engine, Poppy shouts at him.
"No classical music!" Poppy's eyes are nearly popping out of her head.
"Fine, we'll not have any music on at all." Nilsson says turning on the engine and turning off the stereo. Poppy turns to her cousin.
"Judith, please tell me you have music that is half descent?" The other red head takes out her CD Walkman, open the lid, and hands Poppy a CD. Poppy looks at the CD.
"Judith mixed, CD 15? What's on here?" Poppy asks looking up from the CD to her cousin.
"Mostly Marilyn Manson, Cradle of Filth and Korn." Judith replies. Poppy lunges over, switches on the stereo, takes out the classical CD and puts Judith's CD in.
Marilyn Manson? Cradle of Filth? Corn? What kind of band is called Corn? Nilsson asks himself.
"Who are they?" Nilsson asks innocently, seeing as he doesn't listen to that kind of music, he has no idea who these people are.
"Marilyn Manson? You've never heard of him?" Judith asks, her strawberry blonde eyebrows nearly shooting into her red hair.
"Him? I thought Marilyn was a girl's name?" Nilsson replies, to giggles of laughter from the two girls in the back.
"Marilyn is a girl's name. Marilyn Manson's real name is Brian Warner; he just changed it to Marilyn Manson. He took the first name of an actress and the last name of a serial killer. He got Marilyn form Marilyn Monroe, and Manson from the serial killer Charles Manson." Judith explains. When Nilsson continues to look bewildered, Judith continues.
"He's a Goth/rock singer. It helps when you have a friend whose beyond obsessed with Marilyn Manson." Nilsson is about to ask some more, but his questions are soon answered when "Personal Jesus" comes on.
Reach out and touch faith!
Your own, Personal Jesus.
Feeling alone and you're all alone
Flesh and bone from the telephone
Pick up the receiver,
I'll make you a believer.
Okay, definitely not the type of music I like. Nilsson moans in his head. His head pounds along with the beat. Nearly five minutes later, another song comes on. This one is Here to stay by Korn.
This time, taking it away
I've got a problem with me getting in the way
The hurt inside.
So I take my face and bash it into a mirror
I won't have to see the pain, pain, pain.
This state is elevating and the hurt turns into hating
Anticipating, I will fight the feelings again.
The hurt inside is grieving, this shit's gone way too far
All this time I've been waiting
Though I cannot grieve anymore.
For once inside awaking, I've got I got to hide
Taking everything, though I cannot give anymore.
Good God! That's worse than the last song. Nilsson nearly has a heart attack when the next song comes on. Nymphetamine by Cradle of Filth.
Lead to the river
Midsummer, I waved
A 'V' of black swans
On with hope to the grave.
All through Red September
With skies fire- paved
I begged you appear
Like a thorn for the Holy ones.
Cold was my soul
Untold was the pain
I faced when you left me
A rose in the rain
So I swore to the razor
That never enchained
Would your dark nails of faith
Be push through my veins again
Bared on your tomb
I'm a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon
Come above unto me?
For once upon a time
From the binds of your lowliness
I could always find
The right slot for your sacred key.
Six feet deep is my incision
In my heart, that barless prison
Discolours all with tunnel vision
Sunsetter
Nymphetamine
Sick and weak from my condition
This lust, is vampyric addiction
To her alone in full submission
None better
Nymphetamine
Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine
Nymphetamine girl
(My) Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine
(My) My Nymphetamine girl
Wracked with your charm
I am circled like prey
Back in the forest
Where whispers persuade
Pour sugar trails
More white lady laid
Than pillars of salt
(Keeping Sodom at night at bay)
Fold to my arms
Hold their mesmeric sway
And dance up to the moon
As we did in those golden days
Christening stars
I remember the way
We were needle and spoon
Mislaid in the burning hay.
Bared on your tomb
I'm a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon
Come above unto me?
For once upon a time
From the binds of your lowliness
I could always find
The right slot for your sacred key.
Six feet deep is my incision
In my heart, that barless prison
Discolours all with tunnel vision
Sunsetter
Nymphetamine
Sick and weak from my condition
This lust, is vampyric addiction
To her alone in full submission
None better
Nymphetamine
Sunsetter
Nymphetamine
None better
Nymphetamine
Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine
Nymphetamine girl
(My) Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine
(My) My Nymphetamine girl
Nilsson is glad when the mansion is in sight. At least he can get away from the satanic music. They are just around the corner when there comes another song, this time it is one that Nilsson likes. So, it seems, does Judith. She starts to sing along.
Dear, I fear we're facing a problem
You love me no longer, I know
And maybe there is nothing
That I can do to make you do
Mama tells me I shouldn't bother
That I ought to stick to another man
A man that surely deserves me
But I think you do!
So I cry, and I pray and I beg
Love me love me
Say that you love me
Fool me fool me
Go on and fool me
Love me love me
Pretend that you love me
Leave me leave me
Just say that you need me
On hearing Judith sing, Nilsson slams his foot on the brakes, causing the limo to skid along the road. The girls in the back are thrown forward as far as their seatbelts will allow. Nilsson is panting in the front as though he's just ran a long way.
It can't be. Judith sings exactly like she does in my dreams, but it can't be her. For a start, Judith's human, where she's a vampire. Nilsson thinks. All of his thoughts are muddled, and bouncing about his head.
"What the…" Judith gasps, looking dazed.
"Nilsson! What the hell happened?" Poppy demands. Nilsson on the other hand continues to look bewildered out the windshield and is still breathing hard.
"Nilsson!" Poppy hits Nilsson on the arm again to get his attention. Nilsson jumps as though he's sat on a live wire.
"What just happened?" Judith asks panting from panicking. Her grey blue eyes are open wide and look as though they're about to pop out of her head.
"Sorry about that." Nilsson mumbles, coming back to himself. "There was a cat running across the road. Didn't want to hit it." He lies. He puts his foot back onto the accelerator and continues to drive. They stop at a huge double black iron gate, and Nilsson punches in a number on the pad attached to the intercom. A voice asks him for voice recognition, and Nilsson says his name. Next, the voice says that it has confirmed that the voice belongs to Nilsson, and another pad pops out from the intercom, which Nilsson puts his hand onto. The voice comes back saying "Access Granted."
The iron gates open, and Judith takes in what they look like. Above the gates are two black roses etched into the iron. On the gates themselves are the letters T and D. The letter T is on the left gate, and the letter D is on the right gate. There is a long, slightly curved driveway on which the limo drives up.
Nilsson stops the limo in front of the double dark oak doors to the huge white mansion. The same black roses are etched into every single window of the mansion, and are above the double doors.
Nilsson climbs out, and opens the back door to let the girls out. Judith's head slowly tilts back, taking in the enormity of the mansion.
"Wow! This place is huge." Judith says shock evident on her face. Poppy just laughs, wraps her arm around Judith's shoulders, and guides her to the doors, Nilsson bringing up the rear with Judith's duffle bag. The double doors open up, and there is the most gorgeous tall blonde guy standing there. He steps back and lets Judith, Poppy and Nilsson through.
"Hi. You must be Poppy's cousin?" The blonde guy says, holding out his hand. Judith takes it and the guy introduces himself.
"I'm Ash Redfern. And you are?" He has a lazy smile and…purpleeyes. Wait a minute? Purple eyes? Judith just stands there shocked, she stands there long enough to see Ash's eyes turn to midnight blue. What the hell?
"This is Judith." Poppy answers, seeing that Judith isn't going to answer Ash any time soon.
Ash's eyes now turn to jet black. Judith isn't too fussed on Ash himself. She thinks he's a nice guy, but she's not fussed on blondes. Ash, Nilsson and Poppy all think that Judith is standing there dumbfounded at Ash's looks, but it's really his eyes that have her mesmerised. In actual fact, Judith thinks that Nilsson is much better looking than Ash. His eyes turn to dark grey before Ash drops her hand and Poppy leads her upstairs to her bedroom, Nilsson following behind.
A/N: Ooh! Nilsson thinks that Judith may be his dream girl. Well, she could be, then again, she might not be. You'll just have to wait and see. :P