Soul Song(Litte)

[chad]

Chad looked out the window of the airplane. His uncle sent him to Greece to have some "soul" time. He had just finished a tour and was completely exahusted. He loves to sing but after a while the songs seem like nothing but a blur. He got his backpack from under the seat in front of him and took out his notepad and pencil. He looked out the window again but couldn't think of anything. For the first time in his life time he didn't have any inspiration. He sighed and put the notebook and pencil away.

We have now landed in Greece. We hope you had a nice trip on Euro airlines. Have a nice stay in Greece.

Chad got his backpack and waited in line to get off the plane. He went down to the terminal and grabbed his bag. He took a taxi to the hotel his uncle told him about and got settled in. He unpacked his stuff and than decided to take a walk. Maybe a walk will give him some inspiration.

He walked out of the hotel and looked around. Greece was beautiful at night. All the hills lit up from the moonlight. He found a small garden and sat down on a bench. He took out his notebook and began to write a song about Greece at night.

[*Litte Snow]

The garden that Litte was in was so beautiful. It had small fountains lit up with light by the tree's that had small ice lights. The pale yellow glow bounced off her skin and made her look like she was glowing. A small chuckle erupted from her and she was pleased to have another day to herself. Kia had been pretty busy lately and as long as she didnt wander to far off...she was fine. And this wasnt to far. One sprint and she would be safe.

Plus...she hadnt met any other vampires or werewolves around here. She didnt get it. Surely there was others, right? But she didnt mind at all. As long as there was no danger...she didnt have to worry about Kia reigning in her freedom to walk around. And she had just gone shopping the other night. So she couldnt complain that she was just slacking off. But of course..one of the big items had been a new guitar. Her old one was back in New York.

Litte glanced around again and breathed in the rich scent of the flowers surrounding her. There was pink ones...blue ones..purple..white...red. You name it. She liked a white rose though that was just across from her. So she gently stood up from the bench she was on and plucked the flower. She placed it behind her right ear and smiled. She then returned to her spot and placed the guitar on her lap.

She gently strummed her fingers down the chords and was pleased that they were in tune. Then she racked her brain for a song to sing...any song. She just needed music. Thats all she asked for. She then got the perfect song to sing. She tested the chords once more and then started to sing.

"In the still of the night
I held you
Held you tight
For i love
love you so
Promise ill never
let you go
in the still of the night
I remember that night in may
when the stars were bright up above
i hope and i pray to keep your precious love
so before the night
Hold me again with all of your might
In the still of the night
So before the night
Hold me again with all of your might
In the still of the night
In the still of the night..."

[chad]

Chad looked up when he heard someone singing. It was so beautiful. And they were playing the guitar, too. He got up from his bench and followed the sound of music. He saw a young girl strumming a guitar and singing. He stood in the shadows and watched her. She was talented and very beautiful.

He walked out of the shadows. "That was very beautiful" He sat next to her. "Did you write that?" He placed his notebook in his lap and smiled at her. "I've been singing since I was little but I have never heard something as beautiful as that." He blushed softly and looked away. "Sorry. I'm a music fiend. I love looking for new music." He sighed softly. "I haven't been having any inspiration lately.

He looked out at the garden. "I tried to write about Greece at night but none of the words fit." He looked at her again. "Did you write that for someone? My uncle sent me here to find my soul song." He blushed. "Sorry. I'm blabbing."

[*Litte Snow]

Litte had sensed someone watching her the moment he stood up. She continued playing though. Her voice rang out into the night. That was the one thing she was positive about herself. She was so sure of her own voice. She didnt mind if people heard it. She loved singing and she would never give it up. It was her comfort in bad times. Along with the stars and moon.

When she had finished she noticed him step out from the shadows and she chuckled softly under her breath. He was human. Once again..no one like her. But why was he out so late? She would ask later when she got to know him a little more. But for now she just beamed and said, "Thank you. And no...I didnt write that. My mother did." She missed her mother...

She was very excited though. Another music person! She had met one other with her travels around here. But she was pleased to find another. He was from here though. Where was he from, she wondered. But once again..a question to ask later. "Oh no worries...Im a music fiend as well. And im not that good. I have a decent voice." She told him.

She then realized that he had answered all of her questions basically. He was out here trying to write a song...and his Uncle sent him here. That explained a lot. She laughed when he blushed and apologized. She flicked his nose with her fingers and said, "No apologizing. I dont mind really. And my mother wrote that song for me. When she got sick..."

[chad]

Chad smiled as she started talking. "Your mother was a beautiful writer." He ran his hand over her guitar. "She is a beauty. You are very lucky to be able to sing and play." He laughed softly. "I can only sing." His eyes saddened when she talked about her mother. "I'm sorry. What was she sick of?"

He laughed and blushed when she flicked his nose. "Sorr- I mean, I apologize a lot." His blush grew deeper on his cheeks. "You are more than a decent singer. You have such a beautiful voice. I've never heard anyone who sounds like you and I've been all over the world." He smiled sweetly.

He looked at her. "I'm Chad. And you are?" He was glad he met someone. He thought he was gonna be just sitting in the hotel, staring at a blank page. There was some mystery to her but he wouldn't ask. It was none of his buisness. He could talk about music all day if he was allowed to.

[*Litte Snow]

Litte nodded. "My mother was one of the best writers I have ever heard. She would write songs for some of the most famous singers. And she loved writing anyway. She wanted me to become a writer of books...but i picked up the love of music. And she helped me write songs." She smiled when he trailed his hands over the guitar. She was very proud of this baby.

She still loved her guitar back in New York. That one held so many memories. "Yeah. It is a beauty. It cost me a pretty penny to. I miss my other one back in New York though. It belonged to my mother and so its the last I have of her. I plan on getting it when I go back." She said and shrugged. She noticed him sadden though when she talked about her mother.

She tilted her head down and sighed. "Cancer...it was the worst stage and so it took her pretty quickly... That song I sang was the last one she ever wrote. And she wrote it for me so I would always have some piece of her. That she was always holding me. And that she would keep my love with her where ever she went." Litte told him and took a deep breath. She was going to cry if she stayed on this subject.

So she was glad it changed to his apologizing. She rolled her eyes and said, "Not everything you do in life can you apologize. Some things you need to be proud of. So you need to break that habbit." She told him and smirked. She then rolled her eyes when he went back to her singing. "Nah. Your just being nice. I really only have a decent voice." She thought she had a decent voice. But in reality it was silky and had honey tones. It was rather gorgeous. She wouldnt let herself believe it. She didnt want to get hot headed.

She then learned his name and smiled. She offered her hand to him, even though her skin would be very cold to his skin. "Im Litte." She told him and continued to smile. She was happy to smile. It had been a while. The last time had been with Ash at the vineyard.

[chad]

He smiled. "I bet she was. I've written all my music by myself. I've never had a song be made for me but than again, my uncle never lets me out of the house." He laughed. "I was suprised when he told me I was going on this trip alone."

"Oh." He frowned. "I'm sorry about your mother. Mine is a whore." He sighed. "But my uncle loves me and I have my music." He ran his hand down his notebook. "That's pretty much all I need." He didn't know what he would do without his music.

He laughed. "I guess I've just been grown up like this. I can't help it. But I'll try to not say it as much." He shook his head and laughed again. "I just can't win with you, can I?" He smiled and shook her hand. "Litte? Very pretty. Unique."

[*Litte Snow]

Litte nodded her head at his sympathy about her mother. She still felt her mothers death like a bullet to the heart. Not that her heart was beating anymore. It had been dead for almost a year now. Her mother a few years. She sighed and then shook her head. "I still feel that pain...I dont think it will ever leave..."

She blinked though when he said his mother was a whore. That must be horrible. To live with someone like that. Did he even know who his father was? She didnt really like fathers though. It was all because her own bastard father had wanted nothing to do with her once she was born. He just ditched her mother. She hated him for that. But she was glad Chad had someone. She had no one now.

Litte nodded. She could understand that music was all anyone ever needed. It healed wounds that were so deep that you wouldnt think it could heal. It was human emotions spoken through rythms and hymns. Each note having its own meaning. She didnt really know how to explain it. But she could feel music deeper. Some people only listened to it...while others lived it.

She snapped out of her thoughts though when he went on and shook her hand. She was surprised he didnt pull back in shock about her cold skin. She laughed though and said, "You can to win. Im not that hard to please. And im not that bad am I? " She said and laughed again. She knew her name was unique as well. She had never heard anyone else with that name before.

[chad]

Chad nodded at her words. "I know what you mean. Even though my mother was a whore, I still loved her but she was always with her men. Whenever I brought it up she never spent time with me, she would yell and hit me. Saying she was doing it for us." Chad bit his lower lip. He didn't want this to get depressing.

Chad looked down at his notebook. His feelings were all written in it. These were the songs that not even his uncle's eyes had seen. These are the songs that came from his heart. He flipped it open to a page that looked like it had been turned to many times. "This was one of the first songs I wrote. Can I sing it to you?" He laughed softly. "You are an absoluetly lovely singer, Litte."

He bit his lip and looked down at the notebook. He didn't have to, he knew every word by heart. He breathed in and closed his eyes.

I watch you day after day

Throwing what you have all away

When he's kissing you do you every think

That the boy upstairs, cares?

I never knew you like my father did

I never knew you before you were this

Mama please come sing me a lullabye

One lullabye before we say goodnight

Before you fall back in his arms

Remember the boy upstairs, cares

He does, he really does care.