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Desire [13]Authors Comments: hehe... this is kind of a "fluff" chapter... but! quite a bit of drama is coming up!!! i promise next chapter contains the beginnings of much more drama! more vampires, near-death experiences and all that jazz are coming up starting in the next chapter! isn't that exciting?
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Chapter 13
Chantal’s heart stuttered twice in her chest as Cedric said the words that she waited so long to hear. A wide smile broke out on her face, her cheeks flushing red. Cedric’s face left her neck and Chantal turned her head to face him. He chuckled at the goofy expression on her face and trailed his fingers over her cheekbone. He slowly brought her face closer to his and kissed her softly. She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her. His cold, marble lips moved against hers, sending a shiver down her spine. A few seconds later, all too soon, he pulled away from the kiss but cradled her in his arms.
“I love you too,” Chantal whispered so quietly her voice was barely audible, but she knew that he heard her. “I love you more than you will ever know.”
They lay comfortably in the grass for hours as the sun broke through the clouds and shined down on them. When the light touched Cedric’s white skin, it glowed and danced, making Chantal stare in awe. Chantal brushed her fingers over his face, not quite believing what she saw.
“You glow,” she breathed.
He just smiled and looked up at the sky. Suddenly, a thought struck Chantal.
“What are your siblings going to do?” she asked, “They, like, sparkle like this too, right? People will see them.”
“Relax,” he told her, tucking her hair behind her ear. “We had this all figured out a long time ago. They’ll simply linger at school until everyone’s gone, or at least most people have left. Then they’ll be able to sneak to my car easily.”
“But—” Chantal started to say.
“You’re over thinking things again, Chantal.”
“Right, sorry.”
Cedric chuckled again and kissed her head. They were quiet for quite some time, both of them content to just lie there for the rest of the day. They both closed their eyes and let the sun warm their skin. After what seemed like both forever and not long enough, Cedric stirred slightly.
“Chantal,” he said softly, “we need to go. Everyone will be expecting us soon.”
Chantal opened her eyes slowly and blinked in the bright sunlight. “What? How do you know? Can’t we stay for just a little bit longer?”
He smiled, “School let out more than two hours ago. I imagine your parents will be quite concerned if you don’t show up at home without calling. And, if I remember correctly, you have a bit of homework to do over the weekend. Wouldn’t it be nice if you got that over with now? Also, Eleanor will want to talk to you, but she won’t disturb you until you finish dinner.”
Chantal pursed her lips and knit her eyebrows in unhappiness. She rolled over onto her back and refused to move. Cedric sighed and scooped her up easily before racing back the way they had come. Within minutes, they were on the front porch of the enormous white house. Cedric set her down gently and put his arm around her waist to keep her from falling. Chantal still wasn’t quite used to the speed of Cedric’s running. Chantal managed to twist her now slightly disheveled, windblown hair into a tight bun before Cedric pushed the door open.
Chantal gasped. The house looked nothing like she would’ve imagined.
The first room that she entered was all white, just like the outside of the house. The room was very big, the kind that was perfect for hosting big parties, and brightly lit. The couches sitting near the far wall were a creamy off white and the rest of the wooden furniture was all intricately carved. Covering all of the walls were beautiful, colorful paintings. They portrayed everything imaginable, from strange, rocky landscapes to people from all over the world. Some were cheerful paintings of laughing families, and others were melancholy in mourning of a lost loved one. The largest painting in the room was a beautiful painting of all of the Hales, laughing joyfully, like a real family. Chantal’s eyes were wide and her mouth hung open as she looked around the room. Cedric laughed softly at her expression.
Just then, Scarlett came leaping into the room from the front door. “Cedric!” she exclaimed before leaping onto his back and securing her arms around his neck. “You’re back!”
“Scarlett,” Eleanor said as she walked through the room, looking very busy, “remember your manners.”
“Oops, sorry,” Scarlett giggled as she jumped off of Cedric’s back, “Hey, Chantal. How was your day?”
“Good,” Chantal said, “Cedric took me somewhere.”
Scarlett’s eyes widened and she asked curiously, “Where?”
Elliott suddenly appeared behind Scarlett, having walked across the room too fast for Chantal to notice. He placed his chin on the top of her head and draped his arms around her neck.
“Shhh,” he said jokingly, “don’t scare the girl.”
“I wasn’t!” Scarlett protested, “I’ll have you know that we’re very good friends now, and friends aren’t scared of friends.”
He rolled his eyes and she stuck her tongue out daintily at him.
Cedric laughed, “We went to the cliff-side clearing.”
“Oh,” Scarlett said, “that place is so beautiful, especially on sunny days like this.”
Scarlett looked up at Elliott and some silent communication passed between them.
“Sure,” Elliott said suddenly. He was silent for another moment before replying in the same quiet voice, “We shouldn’t go far. Eleanor will want us back by around eight.”
Scarlett nodded happily and slipped away from Elliott’s grasp. She sprung across the room gracefully and up the spiral staircase at the far end of the room. Chantal watched this entire exchange with a look of confusion on her face.
Cedric took one look at her expression and explained, “Elliott can read minds.”
“What?!” exclaimed Chantal. She stared wide-eyed at Elliott, “Really?”
He smiled, “Yes, but most of the time peoples’ thoughts kind of blur into that white-noise sound and I ignore it. It gets quite annoying when you’re trying to focus on something.”
Scarlett bounded back down the stairs with Anavive in tow. Anavive shot a death glare in Chantal’s direction and Chantal instinctively cringed, though she didn’t feel the pain that Anavive meant for her. Cedric growled protectively under his breath and tightened his arms around Chantal’s waist. Anavive turned with a huff of disdain and darted out the back door of the house.
Scarlett bounced on her toes and called, “Come on, Elliott! We’re leaving!”
Eleanor walked out of what must have been the kitchen with a man trailing close behind her. “Where are you going?”
“Out,” Elliott explained, “It’s been a while since Anavive went hunting.”
“I see,” Eleanor said, smiling warmly, “Have fun.”
“We will. Caleb, would you like to come with us?”
The man behind Eleanor, Caleb, nodded and followed Elliott out the door. With one final glance over his shoulder to Eleanor, they were gone. Eleanor turned to face Chantal.
“I assume you two had a good day?” she asked.
“Yes,” Cedric replied simply.
“That’s good,” Eleanor said before changing the subject. “Chantal, what would you like for dinner?”
“Um,” Chantal thought, “pasta sounds nice. I can help you cook if you want.”
“It’s alright, dear,” Eleanor said kindly. “You just leave it to me. I’ll have your dinner ready around eight, okay?”
Chantal nodded.
“You really should call your parents,” Eleanor told her.
“It’s no big deal,” Chantal said, “I’m usually out this late anyways; they won’t expect me to be home anytime soon.”
Eleanor’s eyebrows furrowed in worry, “But, as parents naturally do, I’m sure they’d be quite worried if dinnertime comes around and you’re still not home. I know that I’d be worried if any of my darlings didn’t make it home without calling. Please, just give them a quick call.”
She handed Chantal a small, red cell phone before turning on her heel and disappearing from sight as swiftly as she had come. Chantal sighed and dialed the familiar number to her home. She waited until someone picked up the phone.
“Hello?”
“Oh, hey, Isela,” Chantal greeted her live-in housekeeper. “Can you tell mom and dad I won’t be home for dinner today?”
“Of course. And may I ask where you will be?”
“Um, at a friend’s house.”
“Okay, Miss Burke, but you must be home by ten-thirty.”
“I will,” Chantal assured Isela, “Bye.”
Chantal snapped the phone shut and sighed again. She flinched slightly when she felt Cedric’s cool lips pressing against her neck. She felt her heart falter a bit and her breathing pick up as his lips trailed up her neck to her jaw line.
“Ten-thirty, hmm? I may just have to keep you until then,” he said in that velvety voice of his. Chantal felt like she couldn’t breathe, but in a good way. Cedric’s lips trailed up her ear, sending shivers through her body again. “Would you like a tour of the house, my dear?”
“Yes, please,” was all Chantal could say.
She felt him smile against her skin and he kissed her one last time on her forehead before taking her hand and pulling her towards the tall, spiral staircase. Chantal followed in a daze, completely intoxicated by his presence.
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Please Login to post comments| On October 29th 2008 jirrith2007 Said : | |
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awww, it's so cute!! I LOVERS IT!!! keep it up! :D |
