GLEE. Is. Amazing. I can't wait for the 2nd season to start! :D APRIL 13TH 2010!!! Woot! ^^
This one's kinda short.
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My heart stuttered. No way.
It can't be.
But it was.
"Reia?!" his startled voice sounded strained. Then he looked to the little girl I was holding. His attention shifted from me to her immediately. "Kate!" he thoughtlessly scooped her up from my arms, and the girl, Kate, hugged his neck tightly. A pair of hands came into my view. Nolan held me so I could stand up.
"Thanks." I murmured. But I was too focused on Seth. He was trying to calm Kate down, and then he looked at me.
I remembered our last encounter with each other.
"Thanks for saving my sister." He didn't blink. He was staring at me in a completely astounded way.
"Welcome." My voice was barely even a whisper, so I said it again, louder this time.
"Look, I need to talk to you, what happened the other day-"
"Hi, have we met? I'm Nolan, Reia's boyfriend." Nolan interrupted. That snapped me right out of my reverie. My jaw dropped as I stared at Nolan. Was he crazy?! But Nolan stared at Seth and while he did he slipped an arm around my waist.
My. Waist.
What the hell?!
"Oh, uh..." Seth looked at Nolan quickly, then to me as if pleading for an explanation, then to Nolan's arm around my waist. "...I'm Seth."
"Well, Seth, me and Reia should get going soon. Nice to meet you." He winked, then practically dragged me away from him to the other side of the street. I looked back to see Seth staring, and I wanted to go back there and explain everything to him.
"What the hell, Nolan, let me go!" I thrashed, but his grip was too tight on my arm.
"It's not a very good decision to go back to your human past." Nolan growled.
"I need to talk to Seth! He needs to know why I had to leave him, he-"
"He can't know anything." Nolan said with a little force.
I started to cry.
"Let me go." I whimpered.
"Can't let you, Dumbo." Nolan sighed.
I didn't care if his guy was arrogant. If this guy was the biggest jerk I've ever met.
"Please." I pleaded. He stopped, and faced me with a hard expression. "Just let me go back there. Seth's the only closest person I have, and I can't just walk away from him." I begged. "Please understand." I placed my hand on the side of his ribcage, hoping he'd feel the urgency in that gesture.
Wrong move.
Nolan gasped. He looked like I suckerpunched him in the stomach or something. He jerked away from me, then looked at me with a shocked expression.
"You okay?" I asked.
"Don't- touch me... there..." he said in ragged breaths.
"O-okay?" I looked to see of there were any wounds I opened up or something that made him pained this way.
"Come with me." Nolan looked into my eyes with urgency. "I need to show you something." He took my hand, and ran.
He was a very fast runner.
I tried really hard to keep up. We ended up in the forest, into a cave, to the Den. He unlocked a room I've never been in before. It looked like an ordinary bedroom, with a bed, a couch, and a desk with a lamp on it. He guided me to the couch, and sat down to look at me.
"I acted like a jerk to you when you first came here. And I'm sorry. You just... really angered me when you complained about who you came here. I thought at first I had it worse than you, but now I realize that you had it just as worse, too. I'm sorry for acting like that... it shouldn't have been the way for a first impression." He looked into my eyes. I was shocked that I was seeing a nicer side of Nolan, but I was listening to what he was saying, so I couldn't help but ask.
"What happened to you?" I felt horrible asking, but I wanted to know. It seemed important.
He lowered his head a little, then peeked at me through his eyelashes. He sighed, then began to speak.
"It was a year ago... I went to Harvard University... I was studying to be a lawyer. My father and my grandfather and my great grandfather were all lawyers. I was going to work alongside my father in the family firm. I didn't want to be a lawyer, actually. My passion was writing. Poems, really. But my father already enlisted me to Harvard. I hated the studies. Everyday, grueling, hard work. I hated my life. But then... Evelyn came into my life." He paused. I waited for him to go on. It took him a while. "She was also a student in law. But her passion was far from law, like me. She didn't like rules and strict commands. She was an artist. She wanted to be free to paint or draw or create anything she felt like, to be able to express herself without anyone stopping her. We started to see each other everyday, being each other's only companion, and we fell more and more in love each day. I proposed to her on May 3rd. She said yes. I was completely happy. Overfilled with joy. We were still a little young to get married, but we didn't care. We were meant for each other. That night... Vaughn came to visit me." He stopped. His eyes flashed red once, then faded to its normal green-gray. I knew what was going to come out of Nolan's mouth before it even opened. "I accepted. I wanted Evelyn to be proud of me, and I wanted to improve for her. So I accepted." He said, and that's all he needed to say.
"You killed her?" I asked gently. He clenched his fists, and tears spilled from his eyes. It took him a while until he nodded, then he let out a sound of agony.
"Her screams... they were enjoyable to me. I'm so disgusted with myself... but I killed her... and I liked it. It was so bad... blood everywhere... then Vaughn took me here. For a while, I did nothing. Then I realized that wouldn't be what Evelyn would have wanted me to do. She would have told me to fight harder, to be the best of them all. But then again, I killed her. My own fiancée. But that's what I did. Train the hardest, fight the hardest." He murmured. Then he looked at me.
I felt so bad for him. He knows what I am going through. I had killed people who I loved... and so had he.
"Why are you telling me this?" I asked him. Not forcefully- just with curiosity.
"Back there, in town... when you touched me here," he pointed to the side of his body. "it felt different." "What?" I ask him. He lifts his shirt. I saw the red pattern tracing his waistline. "It's like a sensor... or something. It's my gift." He explained. "Every time someone touched my gift, or even slightly brushed it- it sends me a vibe. An electric kind of vibe. When you saw me with Venicia earlier, she sent me a bad feeling... " he shuddered. "Hers is the worst but everyone who touched me sent me a bad vibe. Except for Heather, who's elbow accidentally brushed there- she's so short- but she gets along with everyone, so that didn't surprise me. But you... you gave me a different feeling. For the first time, it felt... amazingly good. I also felt something I didn't feel for a long time... ever since Evelyn died. Trust." He looked at me. "That's why I tell you everything. Because I trust you, Reia." He whispered. I realize this is the first time he ever said my name directly to me. "Also, something else." He lifts his hand to brush his hair. I see another pattern tracing the corner of his forehead, down to his browbone. "There's another sensor here." He points. "But no one knows that but you." He smiled a little. "I'm sorry for my behavior for the past couple of days... you don't deserve it." He puts a hand on my shoulder. "I want to start fresh... you are the second person to really change my life... and I don't want to be an enemy to you." He confessed.
I feel like so much trust has been accepted from me, but I don't feel like I've shown that I accepted his trust. So I lean over and kiss the pattern on his forehead gently.
"Thank you." He shivered, and smiled.
"You're welcome." I replied, then smiled back.
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