*Dorien was really frusterated with everything. Cecelia had recently found out that he was a vampire, and she was being difficult. He just wished things were easy....so he did the one thing that always calmed him down. He had gone to the room of requirement which he had just learned about and requested a piano. He's gotten one and gone in to play. He'd been so caught up in the moment that he didn't shut the door the whole way. Dorien sat and closed his eyes and played something he'd written years ago by memory. It was slow and sweet and he had always loved to play it. It made his heart acge for home*

Cecelia ran into the room of requirement, slamming it shut before anyone could follow her. She fell to her knees at the door, not bothering to see if anyone was there. Tears were sliding down her cheeks and she couldn't stand that people confused her for her sister so often. She had just been chased down the halls by girls screaming 'Slut!' at her... Some had even thrown things at her, leaving stains all over her white dress.

*Dorien stopped abrubtly and turned, seeing Cecelia. He was terrified and confused by the state she was in. He stood and was by her side crouching down with a hand on her back immediatly* "Cecelia? What's wrong? Are you ok?" *He looked her over. She was decidedly not ok.* "What.....what happened to you?"

Cecelia felt her whole body heave from embarassment, nervousness and shock. She had a hard time speaking, but eventually was able to choke her answer out.

"I was confused by my sister again... They called me awful things..." After just a thought, a couch was before her. She crawled into it, not looking at him out of shame. "She double crossed them and now they want to hurt me..They heaved things at me...shouted curses and called me a whore..."

*Dorien shook his head* "I heard them out there...if I would have known it was you....." *He knew what he would have done. He would have lost his temper and possibly hurt them. He looked down at her and moved her dress back down where it had ridden up on her leg* "But...you're not hurt are you?"

She held out a slashed, bloody arm. "Slashing spell...It's a favorite of some of them..." She whimpered in pain as she moved it, the blood dripping onto her dress. "I don't know why I bother to purchase white anything...This always ends up happening and blood stains!" She sniffled and pointed to a red, swolen lip. "A punch...before I could make it away from them...It hurts..."

*He smelled the blood and took a few steps back. He knew he would have to help her, so he told himself not to think about it* Mind over matter.....mind over matter.... *Dorien stopped breathing because it wasn't entirelyt necessary for him in the first place and steppped foward again, armed with a bandage. The smell of blood was still yjrtr but it wasn't as strong...it was still drinving him insane though. Dorien knelt back down and silently started wrapping her arm*

She sniffled, watching him silently care for her bandages on her arm. She was still rather shaken and crying, but something about being near her had a calming effect. Her stomach grumbled loudly, but she chose to ignore it. After a few more moments of quiet, she decided to break the silence.

"Quick thinking, but I'd love to see what you're planning on doing to mend my lip." She smiled as best she could, although the pain was almost unbearable.

*He smiled but didn't say anything because he wasn't breathing. Dorien finished wrapping her arm and then stood and moved away from her to the piano. He held onto it and bent over, his eyes closed, trying to get a grip on himself* "Put ice on your lip." *He still hasn't moved from that position*

Cecelia couldn't look away from him. He looked...pained... She sighed and put some ice on her lip that had appeared magically in her hand.

"It's the blood isn't it? I'm sorry, how stupid of me! I should have known better..." She smacked her forehead, then whimpered in pain. "Oww..." She rolled her eyes and put the ice back on her lip. She really needed to learn how to think things through before she just did them.

*He opened his eyes in time to see her smack herself and them whimper. Dorien smiled a little and made a request* "Just...stay still...." *He sunk down onto the piano bench and sat with his back to the piano, looking at her. He had started breathing again even though the room still smelled very strongly of her blood. Dorien let his head rest in his hands and lhis elbows on his knees*

She took a deep breath, trying her hardest to obey him. "You know... I can leave the room if I'm interrupting... whatever it was that you were doing before I got in here. I'm sure the girls are gone and if they're not... I can always run." She looked up at him from under her long, dark eyelashes. She could never read his expressions and that greatly aggrivated her.

"No.....I wasn't doing anything. Just playing..." *He motioned behind him to the piano* "You don't have to leave unless you want to and I would really prefer you didn't. You'll probably pass out if you have to run again"

She shrugged. "I'm used to it by now. Women really hate Ferrari's. It's sad, but it's something I have to deal with on a weekly basis, so now I've gotten used to traveling in groups or just not going any place." She sighed. "I just wanted to go to the library you know...They-" She wanted to forget it so she looked back up at him. "You play? Will you play me something?"

"I've played the piano since I was six, I think. My first real memory is the transformation from human to vampire....it's so painful.......I'll never forget it. Neither will most vampires. But I think I started playing that young...I can't remember not knowing how to play." *He he was talking, trying to get her mind off of what had just happened to her. he had turned around and gotten ready to play. After he finished, he had straightened his posture and poised his foot ablove the peddle, ready. Then, he brought his hands down on the equally pale keys. After so many years he had gotten quite good, and along with his vampire speed he was able to improvise what a normal human could not. He closed his eyes, letting the music wash over him. He was again playing one of his own creations*

Cecelia smiled softly as the beautiful sound caressed her eardrums. She got up and wobbled her way gently over to him. She was fascinated, watching his fingers go across the keys at the speed that they did. She licked her lips and sat beside him, hoping not to be in his way. She had always wanted to take up the hobby, but never had much paitiance for anything after a week or so.

She yawned from her own exgaustion (sp uber time lol) and tilted her head to the side onto his shoulder.

*He smiled, continuing to play* "I thought I told you to lay down." *He looked over at her, not needing to see the keys.* "You really should be sleeping. I ought to drug you..." *He looked back to the piano* "I wrote this about 45 years ago." *He had always liked to watch people's reactions to how old he actually was. It was probably easy to forget*

She smiled and bit her lower lip, immediately shrieking in pain, right in his ear. She immediately patted it and whispered, "Sorry." She watched his fingers move again. "It's beautiful..." 45 years...This was SO not May, December... It was more like Mercury Pluto! He was so much older than she cared to remember....

*He had cringed when she yelled, but smiled sympatetically as she patted his ear* "It's alright....and thank you..." *He hit the final chord and held it letting the slightly melecholy sound resound through out the room. He lifted his hands and let them rest in his lap* "It's always been one of my favorites.......now go lay down."

Cecelia pouted and crossed her long, pale arms. "Why should I lay down? Why can't I sit here and listen to you play some more?" She knew she sounded like a little kid but she really enjoyed getting her way.

"Because it's a large instrument and you can still listen from over there. You're hurt. Go rest." *He pushed at her lightly not to hurt her, but to playfully try to get her to move* "I won't play anymore unless you're resting over there." *He pointed back to the couch she had been laying on*

She huffed, then went at a different approach of getting her way. "Show me how to play something," she said, taking one of his hands. "I am your clay, mold me." She smiled, poking at the keys with his fingers, which she was controlling in her hands. "I want to learn. Teach me. Please?"

*He took her hand and pulled out one finger. Grinning, he plunked out mary had a little lamb with her finger.* "Awww, you're the next concert pianist......tomorrow you can learn debussy. Go lay down." *He said, not letting her win.*

She pouted. "Meanie!" she said, and yet she could not help but chuckle to herself. When she acted as young as she had the tendancy to, she really epmhasized the age difference between them. "Okay but...Play something. Something that you dedicate to me and from now on whenever you play it, it's mine and yours." She stood up and limped over to the couch.

*Dorien paused and tried to think of something to play. He settled on a song he'd written not long ago. It was soft and pretty and soothing like a lullaby. He continued to play as he looked back at her* "Do you like it?" *He asked hesitantly*

As the gentle notes began to wind around her like a warm blanket, she felt the room give her a soft blanket around her. She closed her eyes, the song softly putting her to sleep. Her face was sweet with a smile unlike any she usually gave. This one seemed comfortable, and safe, and...so Chi-chi

*Dorien looked over his shoulder again and saw that she looked like she was aboput to fall asleep or already had. He continued to play, but a little softer. After a second he stopped and whispered over to her* "Are you asleep?" *He stood and started to slowly walk towards her trying not to wake her if she was alseep.*

"Hmm?" she whimpered softly, her eyes opening just enough to gaze at him dreamily. She yawned softly, snuggling against the blankets and drifting back to sleep. "Dorien.." she muttered lightly, over a mouthful of the warm, snuggly blanket.

"Go back to sleep....I'll talk to you in the morning." *He insisted smiling a little. She really did seem very yound, espically compared to him. But he didn't mind. Dorien asked the room for a chair and one appeared near where he was standing. He sat down and gazed back at her* "Go to sleep." *He said softly*

She reached a hand out to him in her dreamy state and yawned lightly. "You sleep too okay?" She fluttered her eyelashes and rolled in his direction, her hand still toward him.

*He smiled. She very well knew that he couldn't sleep but he didn't say anything to remind her....she was just very tired.* "Alright Cecelia, I will. I'm gonna lseep right here near you. So go to sleep now, okay?" *He took her hand in his cold one and rubbed the back of hers lightly with his thumb*

She shivered slightly from the coldness that now overcame her whole arm. She leaned closer to him, but as she was on a couch, she didn't really have very much room to do so. Sleep was always difficult for her as she was prone to night terrors, but right then, she felt as though she was sweetly serene.

*He saw her shiver and felt bad, knowing it was his fault. That was exactly why he didn't want to lay with her because he knew he would make her cold. His skin felt very much like stone, after all. Dorien slid off the chair and onto the floor, leaning against the couch so he was still next to her and holding her hand so she wouldn't have to reach so far. He started to softly hum the song that he had played on the piano, hoping to sing her to sleep*

Her face slid into a gentle smile, and her unused thumb slid into her mouth. ((OOC: I.E my picture that I used for the sig lol)) She hummed along, so quiet it was hardly audible, but she was humming as well. She chewed softly on her thumb, a habit that she had taken up when she and Delilah were little.

*Being a vampire, Dorien had an extreamly acute sence of hearing, and he heard her humming. He leaned in so his cheek touched hers lightly and whispered into her ear* "Sleep.....I'll be here in the morning....." *He kissed her lightly and breathed in, savoring her scent*

She nodded in agreement, and then gently drifted to sleep.

((OOC: Is mel comig in? I think this would be a good time as a sleeping individual can't really RP...))

ooc: lol, no, we can just fast foward. unless you want to RP her waking up in the middle of the night or somehing. up to you. just put "the next morning" in your post if that's what you're gonna do.


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*dorien stayed by her side for a few more moments, making sure she was asleep. When he was, he got up and went back to his chair, watching her sleep. She seemed really peaceful. He was glad. Dorien sighed and remembered the last time that this had happened. It was shortly after he'd turned into a vampire and he had falen in love with a girl named Rosalie. She had gotten sick and died and he had sworn he wouldn't fall for another human again. He knew that he should, but he odly didn't regret it.*

*The Next Morning* (Corny Days Of Our Lives music)'

Cecelia opened her eyes, startled to have his eyes on her. "I fell asleep!" She looked around, and then down at her arm. "Why did you let me fall asleep? You must have been so lonely with me konked out and you over there!"

She got up and hobbled over to him, wrapping her arms around his neck from behind him, pressing their cheeks together.

*He chuckled* "I let you sleep because you needed it. I wasn't lonely, you were still here. I'm used to being the only one awake at night." *He explained* "Are you feeling any better at all?" *HE asked, feeling her skin against his own.*

She nodded. "I feel much better, thank you." She smiled and looked him in his face. "My arm still hurts a bit...Will you look at it and tell me how it looks?" The blood had soaked through the cloth that was wrapped around her arm, and she was unsure if she was better as of yet. "It feels much better but still..."