The House of Night (Is accepting)

[fan_fic_freak]

Emily looked at the paper and was suddenly bright and cheerful again, a smile sneaking in on her face. "On My Own, from Les Mis." she looked fondly at the music. "It's one of my favorites." Her eyes seemed confused for a second, but only a second. What's with my moods? Did I take my medicine this morning? Her eyes flickered to her bag, then back up. It's no big deal. I'm sure that it's in there. She looked at Akira, then at the music. "It's really nice." she said calmly, not letting her voice betray her thoughts. Did anyone else notice my mood swings? she wondered in her mind. Have they figured out that I'm bipolar?

[DarkMelody303]

Akira looked over the lyrics and smiled, "It's a good song. We'd need a few others to do it right though..." He turned to her and put out a hand, "Show me your hand for a second." He moved to speak to her mind. You don't need to worry Emily. No one else knows about your powers or your mood swings. His smile grew and he felt himself warming up to the girl. She was going through what he had to get through. having someone to help was never an option for him. Akira had had to tough it out and learn through trial and error to control his own mind.

[fan_fic_freak]

Emily held out her hand to Akira, balancing her Empathy on the fine line between her feeling what others felt and others feeling what she felt. "Am I holding you up?" she asked suddenly. "If I'm slowing things down and getting in the way then I don't want to have you feel like...like you have to do this. Not that I don't want to, I mean, the chance to perform at all again is great, but..." she trailed off unsteadily, unsure of whether to go on or if she had gone too far.

[DarkMelody303]

Akira just smiled. Without moving his lips, he spoke to her mind again, Honestly, i am enjoying your company. Being alone with the piano is nice, but i think i prefer having you here with me. He pointed out as well that the room was also empty. The last of his students had left. "I have free time now, which i usually spend in here or down in the library." Then he turned to her hand. Facing it palm up, he looked over the different lines. The he moved closer and traced the veins on her wrist. He'd read about palm reading and alchemy and all sorts of things, so reading her palm and tracing her veins was strange but helped him understand some things a bit better. After a minute or two he closed her fingers into a fist and released her hand. "Thank you for letting me see. You don't need to know what i saw, but if you want to know i will tell you." His voice was soft, but something had confused him. Worried him even. Something was missing. Stealing his thoughts away to the back of his mind, Akira put a hand on the piano and stroked the keys absent mindedly.

[fan_fic_freak]

Emily, looked around a bit, and started a little when she realized that he was speaking to her with her mind. I wish I had free time for music and art. She thought vaguely. When she was little, her brothers had always been eager to see there little sister happy, so there had been many trips to movies, plays, variety shows and the sort. Often Emily had been the star of the show; in the living room as a little girl, and on school stages and such as she grew. They had always helped her to be Emily Kings, and she wished that they still could...she wished that she were still the same species as them. She brought her mind back to the present moment, and absentmindedly sung out the notes that Akira had played like she was warming up to sing, even though she didn't notice that she was instinctively doing so.

[DarkMelody303]

Akira played a few more notes, pretending he hadn't noticed Emily singing absent mindedly. She was so drawn to music. He could see her emotions were relaxed more than they had been now that she was near music. Her thoughts were blueish purple in colour though. She was thinking about her brothers. [i]Mortals still?{/i] He tried a soft line of sweet notes that would prompt happier thoughts. Then it turned into a melody. "We have played a bit, but we have yet to talk properly. Tell me, what saddens you so?" He kept his tone gentle, his voice soft and his face as clear and kind as possible. He could feel her sorrow and longing for past things.

((http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R-j909ine7w))

[fan_fic_freak]

Emily kept her tone light and innocent. "Life. In general. Just teenage-girl-stuff. But how should life go? Without any sad, how would we know what happy was?" She hummed a line from On My Own again. Her phone buzzed, and she pulled it out, glanced at it, and smiled. She pressed a few buttons, her eyes lit up with simple happiness, then slipped her phone back in her pocket. Ah, Jake. Closest to my age, but I can't rank you any closer to my heart than Jon or Josh. It's easier for you three: you only have one sister. You can't pick a favorite brother when you have three perfect ones! She thought, her mind wandering aimlessly through memories of her brothers. Consciously, she would never in a million years wish being changed on anybody. But sub-consciously, she felt that if they were changed, they'd be closer.

[DarkMelody303]

Akira's eye darkened. Her happiness, light as it was, made him happy in turn.... but she had a deep wish best not granted. "Turning them will not bring you closer. It only causes loss and heartache for the first few decades before dryness settles in. Trust me. You don't want to turn people you love into something you never wanted to be." He wandered into his own memories of the past, of the one he had turned and lost. It had hurt him so much. Akira had gotten through it only with Bell and her brother stopping him from doing anything reckless. Death had seemed the only way out. He'd tried it. He'd failed. If Emily had to go through the loss of her family, Akira would fight to keep her above the waves of heartache. "You love your brothers." It wasn't a question. "Since you love them so much, you should understand that turning them might not be the best idea. You don't want or dare try to change anyone, especially them... but deep down in your heart, i can feel your longing to have this in common with them. You know it don't you? The want for a friend who knows exactly what you are going through. The need for someone else to understand how you feel. Your brothers can't understand or help you... And being alone that way just about breaks your heart." Akira turned his face away, hiding it from Emily. They'd just met and he'd already dug too deep into her exposed emotions and memories. This was why he was cold to most everyone else. He was being way too open, but somehow, he couldn't bring himself to stop. He'd spent so long alone after ruining Grace's life, he wouldn't allow Emily to go through it too. Not while he was still alive. (At least, not while he was still undead.)

[fan_fic_freak]

Emily's eyes hardened. "I didn't say that!" she snapped, her face turning pink. "Everyone always does this: jumps to conclusions about me, what I'm thinking, how I'm feeling! They don't get it! They pretend that they do, but they don't!" She jumped up and strode a few steps away angrily. "And don't even try and say you know what I'm going through!" She put her hands on her head for a few seconds, running her hands through her hair. "I don't want them to be changed! I just don't want--" she gestured to herself and her surroundings "--this!" She half-screamed in frustration. Her control broke and waves of built up anger and frustration swept viciously through the room. "I'd rather be dead!" she paused for a few seconds, tears running down her face, then she ran out the door with out her stuff, out to underneath a tree in the courtyard where she sat fuming, with tears running silently down her face.