Chronic Sarcasm: What makes you think Judith's wearing contacts? Her eyes are that colour from that far. I never said that Judith and Nilsson were soulmates; you'll just have to read and find that out. Well, we'll just say that Ash was in a bad mood and that's why his eyes went black. Let's just say that Quinn had taunted him…or something. I love putting twists into my stories, make them that more interesting. I've put Tainted Love into this chapter, just for you. Well, I wasn't going to make Judith a cheerleader of something like that. She'd be a pansy then! And Judith isn't ashamed of having mismatched eyes! I'm not. Judith likes to be different, she hates being like everyone else. Thanks for reviewing. Hope you like this chapter.
I must be loosing my touch with my stories. I only got one review for this chapter. Hmmm…Hopefully I've done a bit better in this chapter?
Part 3.
That was one hell of a weird experience. Nilsson thinks to himself. He is downstairs sitting on a lush deep red armchair in the sitting room of Thierry's mansion. Judith sings just like that girl in my dreams. But it can't be her. Maybe I'm so desperate to find my soulmate that I imagined Judith to sound like her?
Nilsson's thoughts are disrupted however, by Lupe.Lupe is around five foot with long bronze coloured hair. Nilsson has always liked Lupe, but not in the girlfriend way, she's more like a little sister to him.
"Hey Nilsson. What's up?" Lupe asks, bounding towards Nilsson and sits on his knee.
"Hi Lupe. Nothing much, just thinking." Nilsson replies, only half true. Nilsson wraps his arms around Lupe's waist and buries his face in her shoulder.
"Whatcha thinking about?" Lupe asks turning round and plays with Nilsson's ponytail.
"Nothing important." Nilsson looks up into Lupe's amber eyes.
"Nilsson?" Lupe asks, still playing with his ponytail.
"Yes?" Nilsson asks, stifling a yawn. The sun really gets on Nilsson's nerves.
"Do you condition?" Lupe continues. Nilsson blinks several times, but because he's wearing sunglasses, Lupe can't see. The only person who has ever seen Nilsson's eyes, other than himself, is Thierry.
"Do I what?" He sounds really confused.
"Do you use conditioner in your hair?" Lupe explains better.
"Why?" Nilsson is clearly confused even more.
"Your hair is lovely and soft, so I thought maybe you used conditioner to make it soft." Nilsson chuckles at this before answering.
"Only when there is any. But my hair is naturally that soft. Always has been." Nilsson shrugs.
"Even when you were human?" Lupe goes on.
"Even when I was human." Nilsson nods.
At that moment, Thierry walks into the sitting room. Thierry is tall, taller than even Ash. He's about six foot six, and skinny, but not unhealthily so. Thierry does have a bit of muscle on him. He has white blonde hair, and dark eyes. He is wearing a pair of stonewash jeans and a black T-shirt. He is also wearing a pensive expression. Thierry is a Lord of the Night World, and the world's oldest vampire. No one actually knows Thierry's exact age, only that he's thousands of years old. Let's just say that Thierry was born in the Stone Age. That's how old he is.
"Nilsson, I need you to take me to the Harman store, I need to pick up something." Thierry looks at Nilsson with Lupe sitting on his knee. He doesn't comment as he knows how close Nilsson and Lupe are.
"Alright Sir. I'm coming now." Nilsson replies, lifting Lupe off his knee, he gets up and sets her down on his now vacated armchair.
Nilsson and Thierry walk out of the sitting room and into the hall, where they pass the Grand Staircase and out the double front doors. They stop in front of the awaiting limo. Nilsson goes over to the back door and opens it; Thierry climbs in and settles himself into the crimson cushions. Nilsson closes the door, and climbs into the driver's side. He turns on the ignition and immediately an opera starts.
I am your angel, come to me Angel of Music.
Whose is that voice? Who is that in there?
I am your Angel of Music, come to me Angel of Music.
Christine! Angel!
In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came.
That voice which calls to me, and speaks my name.
And do I dream again, for now I find.
The Phantom of the Opera is there, inside my mind.
It is The Phantom of the Opera playing instead of Mozart's The Magic Flute.
Now this is the kind of music I like. Not that Satanic stuff that Poppy and Judith were listening to earlier. Nilsson thinks, humming under his breath.
Sing once again with me, our strange duet.
My power over you grows stronger yet.
And though you turn from me, to glance behind
The Phantom of the Opera is there, inside your mind.
Those who have seen your face, draw back in fear.
I am the mask you wear.
It's me they hear.
My spirit and your voice, in one combined
The Phantom of the Opera is here, inside my mind.
Nilsson drives the car all through Las Vegas before he comes to a halt outside a store that has all sorts of strange things in the window. Nilsson opens the car door, and goes to the back of the limo, where he opens Thierry's door. Thierry climbs out of the car and strides up to the Harman Store. Instead of walking in the door in front, Thierry walks on through the alleyway and comes to a halt at a wall covered in graffiti. There is a huge black flower that has been spray painted on a concealed door. The flower is a dahlia.
Thierry opens the spray painted door, and walks on in.
Nilsson, meanwhile, goes back inside the limo and listens some more to The Phantom of the Opera. He takes disk one out, and puts in disk two. He flicks ahead a couple of tracks before coming to his favourite song; Wishing you were somehow here again.
You were once my one companion
You were all that mattered
You were once a friend and father
Then my world was shattered.
Wishing you were somehow here again
Wishing you were somehow near
Sometimes it seemed, if I just dreamed
Somehow you would be here.
Wishing I could hear your voice again
Knowing that I never would
Dreaming of you won't help me to do
All that you dreamed I could.
Passing bells and sculpted Angels
Cold and monumental
Seem for you the wrong companions
You were warm and gentle.
The song reminds Nilsson of her. Of how he keeps dreaming of her, and how he'll never hear her voice. Nilsson relaxes into the driver's seat and listens to the rest of the song.
Too many years fighting back tears
Why can't the past just die?
Wishing you were somehow here again
Knowing we must say 'Good-bye'
Try to forgive, teach me to live
Give me the strength to try.
No more memories, no more silent tears
No more gazing across the wasted years
Help me say 'Good-bye,' Help me say 'Good-bye!'
Wandering Child just comes on when Thierry comes back out. Nilsson quickly opens his door, climbs out of the limo, and opens the back door for Thierry, who slips back onto the dark red cushions.
"Back to the mansion Sir?" Nilsson asks starting up the engine.
"Back to the mansion Nilsson." Thierry agrees. Nilsson pulls out from the sidewalk and does a U-turn back towards the mansion. Nilsson is lost in his own thoughts, and Thierry seems to realize this.
"Something the matter Nilsson?" Thierry asks, concern masking that young looking face of his.
"No Sir, nothing is wrong." Nilsson lies. Of course he knows that he can't fool Thierry Descouedres. Not very many people know this, but Thierry is a powerful telepath.
"Don't lie Nilsson. What's wrong?" Thierry says sternly. Nilsson takes a deep breath before answering.
"It's just…well you know the way I dream about a girl who I believe is my soulmate?" Nilsson looks into the rearview mirror and sees Thierry nodding.
"Well, when I picked up Miss Poppy's cousin, we were listening…or rather they were listening to some music, and suddenly Miss Judith started to sing." Nilsson knows how feeble that sounds, but he knows that Thierry would never laugh. Nilsson can tell Thierry anything. That's what makes him Nilsson's best friend.
"What's the matter with that?" Thierry asks, confusion now masking his concern.
"Well, my "soulmate" sings in my dreams and well…" Nilsson momentarily takes his hand off the steering wheel to use air quotes when saying the word soulmate.
"Judith sounded like her in your dreams?" Thierry finishes for him. Nilsson nods and Thierry continues.
"Do you think Judith may be your soulmate?" Nilsson looks like he's deep in thought.
"I don't think so Sir. The girl in my dreams is a vampire, and Miss Judith isn't." Nilsson takes another deep breath and says what he's been feeling while around the soulmate couples.
"I hate not having one." Clearly this takes Thierry by surprise. He looks at the back of Nilsson's head, and then answers.
"You'll find her…eventually." Nilsson nods his head, but gives a pessimistic answer as well.
"And if I don't?" Finally it all comes out in a rush, and Nilsson is embarrassed about it spilling out like that.
"I can't stand being around the soulmate couples Sir, it's killing me! I feel like banging my head off a rock!" Nilsson feels like that even more after confessing his feelings.
"Are you attracted to Judith?" Nilsson actually hadn't thought of that. He'd been too shocked to find that she sung like his "soulmate" that he'd never really given it much thought. Now that he has…
"Yes. I don't know why." Nilsson is aware that he is sounding like a five year old, but he can't help it. Judith had awoken feelings in him that he'd never felt before.
"I really hope Judith is your soulmate." Thierry answers. Nilsson's eyebrows sky rocket into his hair.
"Why?" He drops his polite manner, and forgets to call Thierry "Sir."
"Because I hate seeing you like this." After that, the rest of the journey to the mansion is silent. Nilsson is lost once again in his own thoughts.
Back inside the mansion…
Nilsson walks up the Grand Staircase and comes to a stop outside Judith's room. The door is ajar, and he can hear singing inside. He pushes open the door a little more and sees Judith lying on the bed with her earphones in, singing along to the music she is listening to.
Sometimes I feel I've got to run away
I've got to get away
From the pain you drive into the heart of me
The love we share seems to go nowhere
And I've lost my light
For I toss and turn I can't sleep at night.
Once I ran to you (I ran)
Now I run form you
This tainted love you give me
I give you all a boy could give you
Take my tears and that's not nearly
Oh! Tainted love.
Tainted love.
Now I know I've got to run away
I've got to get away
Don't really want anymore from me
To make things right
You need someone to hold you tight
And you think love's to pray
But I'm sorry I don't pray that way.
Once I ran to you (I ran)
Now I run from you
This tainted love you give me
I give you all a boy could give you
Take my tears and that's not nearly
Oh! Tainted love
Tainted love
Don't touch me please
I cannot stand the way you tease
I love though you hurt me so
Now I'm gonna pack my things and go!
Touch me baby, tainted love
Touch me baby, tainted love
Touch me baby, tainted love!
Once I ran to you (I ran)
Now I run from you
This tainted love you give me
I give you all a boy could give you
Take my tears and that's not nearly
Oh! Tainted love
Tainted love
Tainted love
Tainted love.
Good God! Does she always listen to music like that? Nilsson muses.
Suddenly without warning, Judith gives a blood curdling scream and jumps off the bed. Nilsson rushes into the room. Judith sees him and launches herself into his arms.
"What is it?" Nilsson asks, rubbing Judith's back.
"It touched me! Holy good fuck! It touched me!" Judith screams. Nilsson grabs Judith by her shoulders and pulls her back until his is looking at her face. Close up, Nilsson notices that her eyes aren't grey blue like he thought they were, but in actual fact the right one is blue grey and the left one is aquamarine. Nilsson's own eyes are open wide with shock, though not as wide as Judith's
"What touched you?" Nilsson demands, pulling out of the shock of discovering Judith's real eye colours.
"A big black spider!" Tears are in her mismatched eyes as she says this "It's over there, on the bed." Nilsson lets her go, and she points to the bed.
"A spider?" Nilsson asks bewildered. "You screamed because of a spider?"
"Hey! You'd scream too if you'd come face to face with one of your fears!" Nilsson walks by Judith, who walks behind him and holds onto his suit jacket.
And sure enough there is a massive hairy black spider sitting harmlessly on the bed. (A/N: spiders are not harmless; they are in actual fact scary little buggers! Shudders. Urgh!)
"Kill it! Please kill it!" Judith whimpers. She lets him go, and he picks up the spider and turns around to throw it out the balcony doors. Only problem is, Judith's in the way. She cringes and jumps back to let Nilsson through.
Nilsson throws the spider from a twenty foot height and closes the balcony doors. He walks back into the room and sees Judith sitting on the bed panting and shaking.
Nilsson feels sorry for her. His chest tightens at the sight of her. Even when scared, Judith still looks beautiful to Nilsson. He doesn't think she's fairly pretty anymore.
He sits on the bed beside her and puts his arm around her shoulder. She gives a dry sob and puts her head onto Nilsson's shoulder. When her forehead touches his bare neck, both Nilsson and Judith are thrown into each other's minds. It is there that Judith finds out what Nilsson really is. But she isn't scared, in fact, she's intrigued…
A/N: So Nilsson and Judith are soulmates. Hmmm…And don't laugh because Judith's got arachnophobia, I have too. Shudders. I found a massive hairy black one last night, it crawled down the curtain that's on my four poster bed, scared the shit outta me! It's still somewhere in my room, probably under the keyboard under my bed, it crawled under there. I had to move onto the left side of my bed, didn't want it crawling up the way it went down. Didn't get to sleep until four this morning.