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Vampire Story part 27
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 Created on 12-26-07
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“Lori,” He asked quietly, “don’t you know who I am?”
“How do you know my name?” I snapped.
The woman stepped forward, “We’re your friends. Don’t you remember?”
“I have no friends. I live alone. I need nobody.” That was a lie. Every day of my life, my horribly long life, I wished for someone, anyone, to ease the horrible loneliness. But no one ever came. I didn’t know these people, however much they seemed to know me.
The first man, the tall one, stepped forward. His appearance, strangely like Ivan’s, brought me to my knees. He was older, and his eyes were different, a piercing ice green, but something about him was the same. “6 months ago, what happened?” He asked me earnestly.
I tried to remember, but it seemed as if every time I almost knew, it slipped away. “I…don’t know. It’s just a blur. Why do you care?”
“Dammit!” The other man yelled, punching a tree. “They wiped her memory!”
“No one did anything to me!”
“Oh yeah?” the woman asked, “What’s my name?”
“I don’t know.”
“Exactly. So, whatever you think about us, for starters, I’m Holly, this is Callum,” She gestured at the man who had first approached me, “and this is Isaac,” she waved her hand vaguely toward the one who looked so much like Ivan.
“Isaac…” I mumbled, and then clutched at my stomach, still bleeding. The pain of it surprised me, and I stumbled. Isaac hurried forward and caught me as I fell. I feebly tried to push him off, but he laid me down in the corner and pushed me down. I was too tired to protest, and I curled up, enjoying the warmth of the blankets. I could hear them talking in the distance.
“I swear to God, I will find whoever did this and rip them to fucking shreds.” Callum yelled angrily.
“You weren’t this upset when I got attacked,” Holly said in an offended tone.
“You didn’t get hurt. You still recognize me.”
“Yeah, ok. That was so surreal,” Holly said, sighing sadly. “I can’t believe this. Having her look at me and not recognize me. Isaac, do you know how to break it?”
“No. I was researching curses until we left, but it was really vague. The only information I could find regularly was that you had to drink the blood of the person who cursed you.”
“What?” Callum snapped, interrupting. “Well, that’s convenient.”
“Yeah,” Isaac sighed, “But she’s not cursed, her memories have been wiped. But have they been moved, wiped, changed, or suppressed? There are too many options.”
“You’re the one who knows about this,” Holly said, “What do you think?”
“Well, if it was the same necromancer, he would want to make her miserable, but I – I - “ He paused. “That vision, God, I should have known.”
“Known what?”
“Someone getting hurt – Lori – and then, the memories, and the pain, and it’s still all BLURRY! This is really starting to piss me off.”
I began to cry softly, muffling the noise in my arm. Instantly, Isaac was behind me. “Lori, what’s wrong?”
“You all seem to care about me, so much, and you want to help, and I don’t even know your names. I don’t know how we know each other, and I’m not even sure that I should know you. I can’t tell if you’re lying, and I want to believe you, but what if you are? I’ve been so lonely, for so long. Even to me, I’m nobody, nobody…” I choked out.
He hugged me, pulling me closer, “You’re not nobody to me. You’re the one who made me a vampire, and who let me live like I wanted to. You cared about me when nobody else did. To me, you’re a sister, something I never got to have. Trust me on this, you mean something to us, and we are gong to get your memories back.”
I nodded, leaning against him. “You remind me of someone I knew…”
“You remember Ivan?” He asked.
I stiffened slightly. “How do you know about him?”
“You told me. You used to have nightmares and wake up screaming.”
“Oh…” I couldn’t remember ever telling anyone about Ivan, ever. How was it we knew each other so well? It felt comforting though, leaning against him, letting him hold me.
“Lori,” he asked hesitantly, “what’s the last thing you remember, distinctly?”
I searched through my memories, trying to remember what was there, and what my mind tried to put there to make up for lost space. Searching backwards, I realized what it was. “Dying.” I breathed.
“I see,” Isaac muttered angrily. “Bastard.”
I was going to say something back, but my exhaustion caught up with me and I only mumbled something unintelligible. I fell asleep, breathing in Isaac’s strange, comforting scent.
“How do you know my name?” I snapped.
The woman stepped forward, “We’re your friends. Don’t you remember?”
“I have no friends. I live alone. I need nobody.” That was a lie. Every day of my life, my horribly long life, I wished for someone, anyone, to ease the horrible loneliness. But no one ever came. I didn’t know these people, however much they seemed to know me.
The first man, the tall one, stepped forward. His appearance, strangely like Ivan’s, brought me to my knees. He was older, and his eyes were different, a piercing ice green, but something about him was the same. “6 months ago, what happened?” He asked me earnestly.
I tried to remember, but it seemed as if every time I almost knew, it slipped away. “I…don’t know. It’s just a blur. Why do you care?”
“Dammit!” The other man yelled, punching a tree. “They wiped her memory!”
“No one did anything to me!”
“Oh yeah?” the woman asked, “What’s my name?”
“I don’t know.”
“Exactly. So, whatever you think about us, for starters, I’m Holly, this is Callum,” She gestured at the man who had first approached me, “and this is Isaac,” she waved her hand vaguely toward the one who looked so much like Ivan.
“Isaac…” I mumbled, and then clutched at my stomach, still bleeding. The pain of it surprised me, and I stumbled. Isaac hurried forward and caught me as I fell. I feebly tried to push him off, but he laid me down in the corner and pushed me down. I was too tired to protest, and I curled up, enjoying the warmth of the blankets. I could hear them talking in the distance.
“I swear to God, I will find whoever did this and rip them to fucking shreds.” Callum yelled angrily.
“You weren’t this upset when I got attacked,” Holly said in an offended tone.
“You didn’t get hurt. You still recognize me.”
“Yeah, ok. That was so surreal,” Holly said, sighing sadly. “I can’t believe this. Having her look at me and not recognize me. Isaac, do you know how to break it?”
“No. I was researching curses until we left, but it was really vague. The only information I could find regularly was that you had to drink the blood of the person who cursed you.”
“What?” Callum snapped, interrupting. “Well, that’s convenient.”
“Yeah,” Isaac sighed, “But she’s not cursed, her memories have been wiped. But have they been moved, wiped, changed, or suppressed? There are too many options.”
“You’re the one who knows about this,” Holly said, “What do you think?”
“Well, if it was the same necromancer, he would want to make her miserable, but I – I - “ He paused. “That vision, God, I should have known.”
“Known what?”
“Someone getting hurt – Lori – and then, the memories, and the pain, and it’s still all BLURRY! This is really starting to piss me off.”
I began to cry softly, muffling the noise in my arm. Instantly, Isaac was behind me. “Lori, what’s wrong?”
“You all seem to care about me, so much, and you want to help, and I don’t even know your names. I don’t know how we know each other, and I’m not even sure that I should know you. I can’t tell if you’re lying, and I want to believe you, but what if you are? I’ve been so lonely, for so long. Even to me, I’m nobody, nobody…” I choked out.
He hugged me, pulling me closer, “You’re not nobody to me. You’re the one who made me a vampire, and who let me live like I wanted to. You cared about me when nobody else did. To me, you’re a sister, something I never got to have. Trust me on this, you mean something to us, and we are gong to get your memories back.”
I nodded, leaning against him. “You remind me of someone I knew…”
“You remember Ivan?” He asked.
I stiffened slightly. “How do you know about him?”
“You told me. You used to have nightmares and wake up screaming.”
“Oh…” I couldn’t remember ever telling anyone about Ivan, ever. How was it we knew each other so well? It felt comforting though, leaning against him, letting him hold me.
“Lori,” he asked hesitantly, “what’s the last thing you remember, distinctly?”
I searched through my memories, trying to remember what was there, and what my mind tried to put there to make up for lost space. Searching backwards, I realized what it was. “Dying.” I breathed.
“I see,” Isaac muttered angrily. “Bastard.”
I was going to say something back, but my exhaustion caught up with me and I only mumbled something unintelligible. I fell asleep, breathing in Isaac’s strange, comforting scent.
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