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Chapter 4~
Darcy awoke to the crackling of a large bonfire, no, it wasn't...'hey that's the thing that tackled me!' he thought. He looked down and noticed that he was utterly filthy, covered in the now-dried mud he had fallen in. 'Shoot,' he thought again,'the nearest river is over a mile away, now i have to walk in this!' Darcy looked up and saw Rosalind and Persephone whispering on the other side of an old fallen log covered in green moss and beetles. He noticed that Rosalind's hands were covered in mud, and almost blushed when he realized that she had carried him from the mud-hole to this quite comfortable pile of leaves (as far he was concerned). Darcy's ears perked up when he heard his name in the conversation, and listened in to what they were saying...
"So, you're telling me that you think...that he is...?" Persephone's voice was quite a lot smoother now, and didn't give him the chills like before. "The one. I know it." Rosalind finished. That sweet, sweet voice, Darcy swore he could listen to it all day and night. What did she mean by, 'The one'? he wondered.
Darcy quietly and carefully crawled over to the rotten log. He went to put his hands on it, but thought better of it. He was now quite sore, and mud cracked and fell off of his clothes and skin. Darcy started to listen again, but they had stopped whispering. "Come out from behind that log, silly" Rosalind surprized him. He slowly and stiffly stood up, and now he knew he was blushing, but from embarrassment. "Come and join us." Rosalind smiled and patted the rock beside her with her muddy hand. Akwardly Darcy walked over, dried mud still falling off of him. Euch, he hated the dust it left behind. He cautiously walked the rest of the way and sat, eyeing both of the vampiresses warily. "So how much did you hear while you were spying on us?" Rosalind asked Darcy, almost with a flirt which surprized him once again. "Uh, well, er, um...see I..." Darcy heard a faint whisper, but wait, it was in his head? Rosalind giggled quite loudly, and Darcy once again 'thought' a whisper, but it was Rosalind's voice! He could tell Persephone was trying very hard not to laugh. The first voice came back again, and he 'listened' very carefully. What did it mean by, 'Look at his face!'? Oh! Darcy realized that he had been concentrating really hard, and was very much showing it. The two vampiresses burst out laughing. Persephone actually fell off her rock! All the racket scared a nearby bird from it's woody perch. The two fire-foxes (or so Darcy assumed) immediately flew over to investigate. The incessant sniffing finally brought them to their feet. "Kitsune!" "Mindy!" Persephone and Rosalind calmed the beasts. 'I still think he looked more like a sunburnt pig' Darcy heard Persephone's voice in his head, and he protested angrily. "Hey! I heard that!" The girls turned with wide-eyed expressions. "I wasn't that bad, was I?" he pleaded quietly. "Wait a minute, you heard us?" Rosalind asked, almost like she was scared. "Yes. Almost every word in fact." Darcy answered with a smug look on his face, like he knew how he managed to hear them in the first place. Rosalind then smiled and turned and said to Persephone, "See? I told you he was the one." Darcy had to ask. "What do you mean by, 'The one'? You called me that before, and now i would like to know." Rosalind froze, and Darcy watched her mouth the word 'oops'. "Well?" he asked again. "I'll, I'll t-tell you....later!" Rosalind told him, rocking back and forth with her hand nervously running through the hair on the back of her beautiful head.
Last_Black_Rose · Tue Apr 17, 2007 @ 01:33am · 1 Comments |
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