Hi guys! So sorry for the massive delay but I've been ill and I've had tons of homework. Who knew that year 9 would be so hard?
Anyway, if you're all wondering what I have been doing all this time, I've been writing a fanfiction for the Iron Fey series by my second favourite author of all time - Lauren Kate being my first - Julie Kagawa. I highly recommend you go and read her series including the Blood of Eden trilogy because they are awesome and then go an read my fanfiction. The chapters on there are miles longer than these ones and that's why it has taken me so long to finally get around to doing this fanfiction.
Thank you to all the people who have read this so far - I never expected to get over 600 views so thank you guys so much. Don't forget to review because your opinion matters. Sit back. Relax. And enjoy the story...
We sit in silence on the drive back to campus. We don't really know what to make of it all. First we see a girl called Callie who I vaguely remember and then the gravestones and the fact that we didn't have a blackout - which was rare. I continue to stare out of the rain-soaked window and give an audible sigh.
"What?" Daniels smooth voice breaks the tension in the air.
I shift my body so I'm facing him and notice his hands are gripping the steering wheel tightly and his knuckles are ice white. "It's nothing." I reply but the slight sneakiness in my voice gives it away.
"No - it's not nothing Luce, it's something. You know you can tell me." He notices my tensed body and my quick glances towards his hands. He looks down at them and relaxes his muscles a bit.
"I know I can but -" I turn back and continue to stare out of the window. How do I explain to him that I saw an event that I don't even remember? "But, I'm scared." I finally say.
"And why would you be scared to tell me?" He asks, a sadness in his voice.
I look down and fiddle with the fraying edges of my black, long-sleeved hoodie. "It's not so much and being scared to tell you as it is being scared with this whole situation."
I see something black rush by my window but I think it's a house or building - it was hard to see in the early February nights. A sudden chill slithers up my spine and I reach over and turn the heating up a few degrees.
"I just have no idea why I knew her - I've certainly never seen her before - and yet, I feel as though we've known each other for years!" I came to my final decision to not tell Daniel about the flash back I had.
"She did seem quite familiar." Daniel agrees.
I am a lot more relaxed now he is relaxed. It's weird how we are synced like that. The way we can tell when each other is happy, sad, excited, devastated and just simply uncomfortable.
"So...what's for tonight?" I ask, trying to lighten up the mood. Daniel seems happy with the distraction and the tension between us is lifted.
"Well, I thought I'd make you my famous Ragù alla bolognese." The thought of his spaghetti bolognese makes my mouth water. It is remarkable how he gets all the ingredients to work with each other.
"Molto buano!" The words rush out of my mouth. Very good, I'd said.
"Non avevo idea che si parlava italiano!" Daniel replied. I had no idea you spoke Italian!
"No, io non parlo italiano so solo poche parole." Comes out of my mouth before I can even think. No, I don't speak Italian, I just know a few words. I shake my head. "I don't speak Italian," I pause to think about what happened, "or I didn't."
"I'd never spoken a sentence in Italian before that in my life!" Daniel says as we pull up to the Campus gates.
"What do you think it all means?" I ask and Daniel parks the car. He gets out and opens the door for me.
"I have no idea Luce but I have a feeling that I should." He turns to me. "Does that make any sense?" I lace my fingers with his and give him a reassuring squeeze.
"I know exactly what you mean. One minute I'm living the life of Lucinda Mendez, the next I feel like I'm living as hundreds of Lucinda's and I don't know why. I do feel as if I should though. I feel like I'm me but not me, in a way." The cold weather swirls around us, making me shiver.
"Here." Daniel takes his leather jacket off and drapes it around my shoulders before intertwining our fingers again. "Same. I sometimes feel like I'm a whole different person. Like I could be that person but something's stopping me from doing it." He sighs. "But that doesn't matter right now. Right now is dinner and a time to relax so let's forget the world and dive into the Italian culture!"
I laugh, suddenly forgetting what we are even talking about, and half run, half drag, Daniel to his room where I know, waiting on the table, will be my most delicious meal of the week.