Secret of Nicte (mxmxm)

Lucien (2)

I hum to myself a quiet tune as I unpack and organize some of Elijah's baggage.

All of his pants, slacks and trousers were folded in one neat pile. I was just finishing up all his shirts, setting the last button up shirt on one of the towers on the bed.

I step back to admire my work. 'Yes. Everything is neat and tidy.' I stare at the pile of garments with a smile on my face.

'This man has no other color than black, gray and white.' I sighed, a small chuckle escaped my mouth.

Elijah was really such a simple minimalistic man. As unkind and cold as he looks, he truly is deep down such a gentle man. I would know.

I take a glance at the enormous double doors that lead to a small balcony. I hesitate to make my way over and push them open.

The gentle cold breeze of the night felt good against my own frigid skin. I walk further until I came close to the edge of the surrounding railing. The top of it was thick enough to be able to sit on it.

'On that thought...' A knowing grin plays at my lips as I grip underneath the railing and lift myself up in the air. I toss my legs over the edge with ease and sit on the flat surface it provides.

I smile to myself and look up at the dotted sky. Closing my eyes I take a big and slow breath, forcing my mind to unwind and become blank.

The earthly smell of pine trees, wildflowers and moist soil fill my nose. Nothing comes close to listening and just experiencing mother nature all by yourself.

My pleasant dulcet mood was very short lived the moment I opened my eyes to the glistening lake before me.

The calm ever so slightly moving waters were as dark as the sky, maybe even darker hiding a wilderness beneath it. A familiar bitterness creeped within me. I look away quickly, a sour taste now built up on my tongue.

'Don't think. Do not think.' I tell myself over and over again as I grip the railing with such strength I think I heard it cry.

I couldn't help clench my jaw tight, so much that it started to hurt my sensitive fangs. They stabbed against my gums and lower lip, threatening to puncture and spill blood.

'Don't think.'

"Lucien." I gasped and quickly turned my head to the voice who called me. Elijah stood at the entrance with a concerned look on his face.

"Eli..." I say softly, not expecting him to come check on me that quickly. I looked down, debating if I should hop off the railing to meet him or not.

Elijah walks closer to me, and I take that as my cue to shift myself so that my back was to the lake. I was about to hop off went suddenly the warm touch of Elijah's hand was on my cheek.

"Why are you crying?" His voice was demanding, wanting to know what had gotten me so upset. I frown deeply in confusion, my eyes met his.

"I'm...not crying." I deny wholeheartedly. My hand quickly came up to touch my eyes. Contrary of my own words, my fingers felt the wetness of salty tears.

I stopped for a second and scoff at myself. 'Ahhh. Since when have I been so softhearted?' I quickly wipe my tears away, too embarrassed to look at Elijah in the eye.

"No...this is not..." I shake my head as I hop off the railing.

"I'm alright." I made a move to escape right then and there, but Elijah stops me with a hand on my chest.

"LuLu...don't run away from me." I inhale, trying my best to not crumble down and embarrass myself any further.

"I'm alright Elijah. I really am just fine—"