Note: I normally don't like author's notes in anything I read (It always takes me out of the flow of things,) so I wanted to make it through the entirety of Blurred Lines without one. Looks like I fail, big time. Since I'm here I want to thank everyone who has read Blurred Lines thus far and especially to the two people who left reviews (mycroft216 and mwjen) they were much appreciated.

And since brevity is the soul of wit; and tediousness its limbs and outward flourishes I will be brief:

Here's chapter nine!

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Chapter 9

Katherine. The name still hurt to think, let alone say. The story had caused old wounds to bleed. I had known that the scars were there, I've been living with them. I always hopped that they wouldn't hurt this much when they were reopened. I guess I was wrong. Suddenly I remembered the good times with her, the memories I wanted to keep. She had been the only person I had ever looked at with my Sight, and she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. The memory of that picture was the only thing that got me through the three months after she died. It has been the only time I was grateful for the fact the Sight never faded.

Now I can remember the good things about her. Like all the times we were ummm 'studying' in bed. Even the good times still make me want to cry. Best not to think about them, or her for now.

The walk before me was long and cold, and dark; I was grateful. There is something almost poetic about walking in the dark. Washington must have been in a drought, though, I had been walking for at least thirty minutes and there hadn't been a single drop of rain.

Walking always helped me think, and I had a lot to think about it, none of it good. Everything was happening way too fast; there would be no reason to go to school after all. Thank God for that. High school sucked enough the first time, I don't want to repeat it. It is a small town after all, and word goes around like cheap whore during fleet week. How many times do I have to say it? I have a gift for words. Fuck it; I'll just go to school. Using a cover was probably the dumbest idea I think I've had in long, long, long while. The real question is: how long will I have to stay, how long can I stay?

And then, of course, there was Alice. I don't know what happened. I'm always good at distancing myself, but not this time. I just can't figure out why? Am I feeling this way because she reminds me of Katherine? Is it because she was in my dreams? Or was it because I wanted to play hero? I knew it wasn't because I felt sorry for her; she had an eternity to find happiness again. Anything but a cordial relationship with her, or any of the others for that matter, would be unacceptable in the eyes of the Council. The Council would probably execute Harry if they knew his half-brother is a white court vampire. For the record or for clarity White Court vampires feed on emotion, lust, fear, anger, pain, etc. Maybe when I'm finished I'll publish a score card just to keep track of the things that go bump in the night.

As I walked on a new question popped into my head. Why do some vampires possess skills that blur the line between what is normal and what is magic? Is it an indicator of magic, is it connected to their soul. Is that why I've never heard of it before? Maybe that will be my life's work, answering that question; after all I do have almost another four hundred years. That seems like such a long time, twenty-four hundred A.D. Maybe by that time NASA will hire wizards to go to space. It will be Star Trek meets Merlin. I probably still won't have any answers to anything.

"I saw your face in the morning sun, oh I thought you were there I heard your voice as the wind past me by, silently whispering my name. So many things that I wanted to say, forever left untold. I still remember the tears that you shed over someone else." I sang mostly to myself, my gorgeous golden baritone (humble I know; you don't have to tell me) died when it attempted to pierce the green shield of trees. The song came from somewhere beyond the point where magic touched me and listening to music became more trouble than it was worth. I can't say I ever liked this song, but it seemed somehow appropriate right now.

Of course there was still the prophecy. I don't have to say anything more about that. That cryptic piece of shit, which could mean the end of all vampires, or be the reason an innocent girl gets killed. There's a reason reporting all but the immediate future is forbidden!

And then I turned back to Alice. I'm not sure if I was picturing the real, or the one that haunted my dreams. What am I supposed to do? I literally meet the girl of my dreams, shouldn't my world get turned upside-down. This doesn't happen everyday. It really doesn't happen ever. I can't allow myself to get attached. I can't let myself fall for her, I made that mistake once. I can't leave her alone; she asked for my help. I'd seen her soul. Either way I'm royally fucked, and fucked hard.

I was so lost in my head I failed to hear the roar of the Chevy creeping up beside me. "Do you want the ride, or do you want to walk the rest of the way." Bella's voice was the shock I needed.

"Sorry," I stammered, "I was se-heriously lost in my on little world."

"Thinking about Alice?"

"Of course you would go straight there. Forgetting that there is definitely more at play here, than my apparent lack of a love life. Okay maybe a little." I said indicating the small space between my thumb and forefinger. She just glared at me. I was talking to the girlfriend of an empath; maybe it's rubbing off on her, or maybe it was the fact she was a girl and they seem to know things like this. "Okay, okay a lot. But not in the way you think. I'm guessing that you heard or were told what I said to her." I paused not sure if I should actually say what I was thinking. "What you don't know is what I saw." I told her about a soulgaze and some of what I saw in Alice's head. I felt like I was betraying some sort of trust, but Bella was the one in there with her. I also left out the important details, like oh I don't know, the reoccurring dream starring Alice Cullen and co-starring yours truly.

"Hmmm." She said. Does hmmm qualify as a sentence?

"That's it 'hmmm' looking into someone's soul doesn't even qualify for an 'interesting.'" It was good to tap into the smartass side of me that I had to push aside to use the small part of me that was diplomatic.

"I already knew vampires and werewolves exist. Today I find out wizards and magic exist; that was interesting. I don't see what is so fascinating about looking at a persons' soul." Bella is strange, bordering on weird. She has no sense of self preservation, and things most people would marvel at; she barely gives a second glace. Damn danger magnets, nothing ever moves them.

"Speaking of that, I need something to eat." I know there was no way to link what she just said to food, but gosh darn-it she just insulted my magic.

"I suppose since I'm the woman you expect me to cook?" Oh I expected to see growing puddles of sarcasm on the bench seat between us.

"No, no, absolutely not." I said in mock surprise. "You're a woman, I expect you to cook dinner." I said with a nice cheesy smile. "If you do that, I'll cook tomorrow. Provided something hasn't killed me by then; how do you feel about food ending in oni. Hmm?" I said copying her earlier 'sentence.'

"Sounds" she gave a long pause, "revolting!" I had to laugh at that one. In my opinion a high emotion/high stress time needs all the comic relief it can get. Of course when one person laughs at a bad joke it becomes more infections than yawn, in a room full of narcoleptics. Pretty soon we were laughing harder than we had any right to.

The rest of the ride passed in silence. Not an awkward silence, just silence. Well as much silence as you can expect from an engine that was manufactured only ten years after Shakespeare was born. Pretty soon the scenery began to look more familiar; I use more because all walls of green look pretty much the same after a while. Not long after we pulled into the 'drive way.'

"Ugh." I grimaced after seeing the police cruiser. Bella gave me an inquisitive look. "If Charlie's here, that means I have to go back to being English."

"Why English?"

"It's the only accent I can do reliably for more than about an hour." I said going back into my accent.

"Ah, I see" She said. The two of us walked into the house. I made sure to hide all of my wizard type items before we left on the off chance Charlie would beat us back here. I also repacked my suitcases to keep him from getting curious.

"Ch- Dad, we're home!" Bella called as we walked in the front door.

"Just watching hockey," he called back, "hope you don't mind, but I went ahead and picked up some pizza for dinner." That works for me.

"That's fine dad."

"Thanks, Charlie." I added. My accent impeccable as always. Bella walked towards the kitchen, I headed the opposite way towards the stairs. "I'm going to take a shower before I eat." I said, to no one in particular. Just what I don't need, more time to think.

I started up the stairs before I heard Bella say, "Have fun with that." Apparently she heard me

Chapter nine is now one for the books. If your muse descends upon you please review and/or tell your friends about it.