Page 4 of Losing The Vampire King
I accept it, wolfing it down in a matter of seconds. She chuckles.
“I didn’t know you were that hungry,” she points out. “If I had known, I would have told Erik to put some deer meat on the barbecue.”
“We could do that,” I nod, the thought of barbecue making my mouth water. “Erik will be glad to see you, but I want to take you back to town only when you’ve remembered everything.”
“Erik?” I wonder.
She smiles helplessly. “I keep forgetting. Erik is your best friend. He knows what happened, and we’ve agreed that I should keep you here, with me, until you start to get your memory back. We were hoping that it wouldn’t take this long, but I guess the mind has its own way of doing things.”
“So… you keep telling me what happened, and I keep forgetting it?” I want to clarify at this point.
“Yes,” she nods with a sigh. “You can go several days like this, and then one morning you wake up, and we have to go through it all over again.”
“So, I keep losing my memory again?”
“It would seem, so, yes,” she confirms.
“How long has this been going on?” I ask, dreading the answer.
“About three months,” she says sadly.
“Three months?” I exclaim.
“I’m afraid so. I’ve tried everything, but like I told you, just when I think that you’re doing better, you wake up the following morning, and we do this entire dance all over again.”
She sighs melancholically, taking the bowl into her hands again. “Come,” she instructs. “You should go out for a little while, to get some fresh air.”
She walks out of the room first, not seeing whether I’m following or not. A battle is raging on inside of me. I have no idea who I am, who she is or where I have ended up. It is a horrible thing to be lost in the fog of your own mind, devoid of any memories to show you the way or point you in the direction where you need to go.
But I know I can’t stay put. I have to keep moving, only this time, I must go backward in order to move forward.
Chapter Three
Bianca
“He tried to attack you?” My mother gasps, with her hand pressed to her chest in shock. Her watery blue eyes are big and round. “Are you sure?”
I frown. “What kind of a question is that?”
I look up at the stairs, hoping that our conversation isn’t too loud to wake up Orien. The last thing I need right now is for him to hear that his daddy tried to attack mommy.
I inhale deeply, raking my fingers through my hair, pacing about the room. It would probably do me good to sit down, but I doubt I would be able to keep my body in one position for longer than a couple of seconds. Then, I would be up, walking again.
“I just can’t believe this,” my mother shakes her head at me incredulously.
“I know,” I nod. “I feel like this is a bad dream, but I don’t know how to wake up.”
“Eddie would never hurt you,” she reminds me of something I myself know. Yet, that same Eddie threatened me. Me, of all people. I know it didn’t get to the point where he actually harmed me, but I fear that it could have gotten to that easily.
“It’s like that wasn’t him at all,” I say, thinking aloud to myself.
My mother instantly grabs hold of those words. “Wasn’t him at all…” Her words echo all around us, in a desperate attempt to fill the gaps that would make some sense of this situation. But no matter how many times we would repeat them, nothing would change.
Then, she turns to me. “Didn’t you say that there was a heavy scent in the air?”
I stop, looking down at my feet, at the worn out rug, which no one had any desire of changing. It’s weird how we get used to some things, and even when they need to be changed, we refuse to do it. Why are we so afraid of change, when it can bring about something good as well? In this case, we are all subject to this change, whether we want to be or not, and I’m afraid that there are still many changes to happen, even worse than this one.
“Yes,” I finally reply, trying to bring forth that scent again, so I can describe it as best as I can. It’s difficult to focus only on that, when all I see is Eddie growling at me, as if I was his worst enemy. The memory of that is too painful, but I try to push past it.
