Starry Night

Author's Note: It's finally up! Sorry it's been taking me so long to upload new chapters. At least this whole chapter has Blake and Jake in it. :P Enjoy and thank you for the reviews!


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Blake didn’t move, and for a moment I wondered if he was even still conscious. Then he lifted his head and looked at me. “What?”

“I can’t stay…” I tried to think of a way to explain it. “I can’t control it.”

The man released me and stood. I stayed sitting on the ground watching him as he came around and crouched down in front of me. Then he placed his hands on both of my shoulders to make sure I would stay down and looked me in the eye.

“What do you mean you’ll disappear at dawn?” He asked.

I tried looking down but he gently shook my shoulders to keep my attention on him. “I’m not the one doing it…”I said.

Blake appeared confused for a moment before he answered. “Then who is?”

His intense stare was too much for me and I looked away regardless of how he tried to make me look back. “It’s…I think you’re opposite?”

“What?”

I took a deep breath as I attempted to put everything together into an explanation. “I don’t control it, this shadow thing does. I don’t know why it chose me, but it’s what has been bringing me to the tower each night, whether I want to or not. The only thing I’m in control of is leaving before dawn. Other wise if I stay till the sun comes up, then it automatically makes me leave against my will. So, no matter what….even if I wanted to stay……I can’t.”

Blake looked me over at though trying to find evidence of a lie in my posture, then sat back on the floor releasing my shoulders. “What do you mean a shadow, thing?”

I was surprised that he looked at me the way he did. I don’t know how to explain it properly though he looked like a mix of confused, surprised, delighted, and curious.

“Well, it actually looks like a shadow, but nothing creates it. It doesn’t even need light to exist. And every night it comes to me and, I guess engulfs me. Then the next thing I know I’m up in the tower.” I wasn’t so sure if he would be happy if I mentioned it’s alter form so I decided not to bring it up for now.

“So, you’re brought here from you’re home by a shadow?” He wondered, speaking slowly.

I nodded.

“But…Then, aren’t you a phantom?”

I looked up at him and shook my head. He then instantly grabbed hold of my shoulders, this time tighter than before yet still not enough to hurt. “Then what are you?” He asked desperately. “I mean, if you’re not a phantom, then you’ve got to be the same as anyone else right?”

“Didn’t Spyke tell you?” I asked, recalling that I had told him I was human. “Back before you got sick?”

“Spyke? You mean you told him all of this already?” He appeared offended. “Why would you open up to him first?”

“I didn’t open up to him! I just didn’t know…That….” I wasn’t sure what else to say.

“You didn’t know what?” Blake asked.

I suddenly felt exhausted from this conversation. “That we weren’t the same species.”

The man’s eyes widened and he stood, taking a step back from me. For a moment, this situation looked familiar. “What do you mean ‘not the same species’?” He asked.

I couldn’t believe it, Blake was looking at me as though it were his first time.

“You’re a Seelie Sidhe aren’t you?” I asked.

Blake stood still and squinted his eyes in confusion. “Seelie…Sidhe?”

“What?” I asked, surprised that the term seemed unfamiliar to him. “That is what you are, aren’t you?”

“I don’t know who told you that we’re, what ever a Seelie is, but I’m an Aos’si, just like everyone else. Aren’t you?” He asked.

I shook my head, confused. I could have sworn I was right. That’s the last time I trust in a Google search.

“Then, what are you?” Blake was acting extremely cautious, as though I were the most dangerous of creatures.

“I’m a human.” I finally answered. “I even told Spyke.” I tried to explain. “When I first made it here, I thought you all were human too. Then when speaking to Spyke I mentioned humans and he didn’t know what they were. That’s why I did my best to stay away. I was afraid of what kind of creatures you all were. I thought you’re kind may be something I was supposed to be afraid of.”

Blake tilted his head and observed me for a second. “Then why did you come back?”

I gathered up the courage to face him as I spoke. “Because even though I was afraid, I wanted to come back anyways, just to see if I was wrong.”

His face softened almost instantly. “So, in a way you took a chance and gave…My people, a second chance?”

“If you want to look at it that way. I mean, no one here had ever hurt me so even though I didn’t know what you were and was afraid that your kind may turn out to be some sort of evil race, I….” Unable to finish the sentence I looked down. “I just didn’t want to judge.”

It was silent between us for a while. My thoughts were running around wondering if he hated me now that he knew I wasn’t the same as him. Perhaps he was going to fear me like I had when I came to learn these facts myself?

I realized what I had done at that moment. These people were so kind to me. Being a phantom was just a rumor, but now that I confirmed that I wasn’t like them, I may be rejected, even hated! Blake, Chase, Doctor Fern, maybe even Oliver and Molly will hate me for being different. Which would mean they wouldn’t want me to come back anymore. They wouldn’t want some sort of strange creature playing their beloved Lyriar, or filling the night with its voice like a stray cat yowling in the alleyway.

If they did reject me, I would get stuck with two worlds that didn’t like me. Shane’s cover was heading towards sexual harassment every where I turned, Jack was being hunted down, and Singer would be alone. I would be alone.

My vision began to blur as the tears formed. I didn’t like being hated. Especially by nice people. I didn’t want him to hate me. But…

“I don’t mind if you decide to hate me for being something different than you.” I wiped my face. “I’m already used to people treating me that way.”

I refused to look at him. Instead I was staring at the soft blanket of carpet that lay beneath me, waiting for him to tell me to get out.

“Singer…” He spoke softly.

Suddenly his hand was in front of my face and I flinched away instinctively. Either he missed, or was surprised at my reaction, either way his hand stayed hovering where it had appeared.

“You think I’d actually-“Blake sounded upset and pulled his hand away. From that point he just stared at me as I huddled down, refusing to meet his gaze and creating an awkward atmosphere.

I jumped when Blake suddenly sighed and stood quickly. Before I knew what happened, he grabbed me by the arm and lifted me up, then cupped my face and forced me to look at him. His gaze was intense and serious, and his voice was steady.

“I liked you when I thought you were a phantom, so how can telling me you’re a human be any different?” He asked.

“I…” It was difficult to find my voice. “I thought you were only nice to me because you thought I was the same as you, even if everyone called me a phantom.”

“I am surprised that you’re not the same species, but,” He traced my lips with his thumb. “Regardless of what you are, Phantom, Aos’si, or human, you’re still the same person.” His voice dropped down to a mere whisper as he leaned closer to me. “I don’t want to judge either…” His breath tickled my lips.

Stupidly, I only had just realized what he was doing. And just before his lips touched mine, I asked, “Why do you like me?”

Blake stopped and pulled back. “Why?”

“Back home, no one liked me.” I began, hoping to explain my situation before I ended up in another dilemma like what had happened with Carter. “Then, you had me cut my hair and change my clothes, and Fern got rid of all my scars and injuries they had inflicted on me. When I got back, no one recognized me and started treating me kinder. At first, I was glad, but…” I turned my head till he removed his hand from my chin. “I realized not too long ago, they were only treating me nicely because they liked the way I looked. And then Oliver explained that here, being Cute is what everyone goes for.”

“So you think I only like you because you’re cute.” Blake more stated than asked.

I blushed. Regardless of the situation, I just still didn’t see how anyone could consider me attractive. “That’s kind of it. I mean, I don’t know what it is with people, but I don’t even look…Good or anything. Yet, everyone’s just been acting weird around me and I can’t figure out why. I’m so used to people hating me that I can’t think of a single reason why anyone would like me.”

Blake took my hand suddenly and led me to the other side of the room where the door I had noticed earlier was ajar. We entered it and suddenly eight orbs of floating light illuminated a bedroom with an enormous four poster bed with golden curtains, blankets and pillows. My gut twisted when I saw it, thinking of the worst possible situation, but then he led me around it and had me stand in front of a tall mirror with what looked like golden fairies holding it up.

“What do you see?” He asked me.

Looking into the mirror, I saw myself. My powder blue eyes looked nervously back at me. I examined my short, tidy blond hair which had been parted over my left eye. My skin was pale and I was wearing a blue T-Shirt with a purple man holding a basket ball on the front of it. My blue jeans were faded at the knees, though the rest maintained a prominent shade of blue.

“Me.” I answered.

“How do you look?” He asked.

“...I don’t know.”

Blake put his hands on my shoulders and lowered his head till his chin rested on his left knuckle. “You know what I see?”

I felt some sort of mushy moment coming on suddenly.

“I see a man who has been through enough drama to last a century, and have no idea how to live without pain.” He answered himself.

I got a better look at Blake from this point. His chin wasn’t rounded or flat. It was at that perfect chiseled feature that would have put his face on the cover of a model magazine. His eyes were focused on mine in the reflection, and his black hair was short, but full to where you couldn’t see the scalp even if you parted it. He really was handsome.

I didn’t respond to his statement and continued to stare into the mirror till he removed his hands from my shoulders and replaced them around my waist. He closed his eyes and tilted his head down into the nape of my neck. “If I only like you for how cute you are, then why did I like you before you got made over?” He asked.

Thinking about it, he had been kind to me back before I was prettied up. “I don’t know.”

Blake’s arms tightened around my waist and pulled me closer against him. His body heat began to warm my back and his breath began to feel labored as each breath caressed the skin of my neck.

“I’m sorry.” He then apologized. “I know you may have someone else you like, but I can’t help it.” His once steady voice sounded strained as he lifted his head up and turned me around by my waist. Before I knew it, we were face to face. “Forgive me for this, but…Just this once and I’ll be happy.”

“What are you going to do?” I asked.

He didn’t answer and instead, leaned down and kissed me. Unlike what Carter had done, Blake’s lips were pressing against mine completely. His arms were wrapped around me, holding me up against his lean form. Through his untidy suit I could feel the ripples of his hidden muscles.

He was breathing through his nose, with is mouth completely enveloping mine now. He feverishly continued his assault till I felt his tongue work its way between my lips, begging for entrance to the depths of my mouth by gently pushing against my teeth.

I didn’t want to do this, but I didn’t want to run either. This was just to confusing to me.

It was at this point where Blake’s hands reached down to my lower waist, just above my rear, and pressed me tightly against him. I couldn’t help but blush beet red as I felt a certain…Appendage of his above mine. A familiar heat began to gather to my lower regions, and I came to recognize the need for more pressure as it built within me.

Unconsciously I realized how strange the situation was. First of all, with how careful and gently Blake is I would never have suspected him of ever being capable of doing this so…feverishly. Where as this was exactly what I would have expected from Carter who was actually as gentle as I thought Blake would be.

Blake then pressed me up against himself again with much more vigor, causing me to open my mouth, only to be cut off by his tongue diving in. It slid inside and began rubbing with mine. My legs suddenly felt like spreading regardless of the fact that we were standing and my pelvis began pressing up against him.

My body was crying out for more, but this kiss wasn’t the kind I could handle. It took all my strength to fight it and begin to struggle against Blake’s embrace.

Blake almost instantly stopped as soon as I pressed against his chest.

“Sorry.” He huffed, taking a step back from me. “I guess I got a little too excited.”

“You think?” I retorted uncomfortably. “Why did you do that?”

He faced me with mournful eyes. “Because, I just…” He then looked away, ashamed. “I know there’s a chance that you like that Oliver man you met up with. You seem to like his company and I thought that you may have come to like him more than me. Even though you’ve only known him for two days. But that makes it worse!” His voice became more serious at the end. “In only two days you’ve come to like him more, and if you continue to meet up with him it’s obvious where that will lead. But I want you to be happy and figured I could let it go. But… I just figured one kiss and I’ll be happy.”

…He was jealous?

“Is that why you were so rough?” I asked, wanting to cross my legs to supply the desire for pressure which was still present.

Blake blushed deeply then. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for it to go that way. I, I just got excited. Sort of like what happens when you finally get something you’ve wanted for a long time.”

“So, you wanted that?” I asked, blushing.

Blake took a deep breath and stood erect while facing me. He looked me in the eye with a small hint of defiance. “Yes. For a while actually.”

I could have screamed, and almost did. “So you’re just like everyone else?” I asked, outraged. “All you want from me is sex?”

He looked as though he had just been hit by something the way he stumbled. “No! That’s not it! I honestly just wanted a kiss is all.”

I began backing away. Blake’s eyes were full of fear. “Wait! Singer, it’s not like that!”

I felt a familiar sense of falling all of a sudden, and Blake’s face began to disappear into the darkness. The last thing I heard from him was an echoed ‘please don’t go'.