Immortal beings

The summoning

They started walking towards the witch's house, Benedict side-eying George. George noticed but never said anything, they did just meet. "This is a short walk, I assume?" Benedict looked at George. "Since we chose walking as our source of transportation." George nodded
     "Of course, it's not too far away now. It's up ahead." After a few more minutes George stopped. "Here it is." Benedict looked at the house. It looked like an ordinary town house. It was one story with what was clearly a window that led to just a small crawl space on the top of the house, wasn't necessarily a attic but was more of a cranny. It had a gray fence that was floral like at the bottom but turned into sharp spikes. The house was a off-white with the rims of the roof,doors, and window frames a desaturated red. White roses and big red roses growing everywhere, overgrowth everywhere.
"This house is beautiful." Benedict awed. The house called to him, it seemed like it sparkled and begged on its knees to go inside of it.
"Come on, she should be here." Benedict and George slowly walked in to the house, avoiding the flowers growing on the path. The door was smooth for a wood door, you couldn't get a splinter from it. George turned the knob. Benedict got impatient and was thinking about how tediously slow he was turning it, he didn't want to be rude though. George finally opened the door and then walked in. Benedict following.  the entire decor of the house screamed "I'm a hippie".  "Hello? Janine?" George hollered.
     "George? Is that you?" A beautiful woman came out of a hallway, she looked around 24, give or take a few years. She had long luxurious dirty blonde hair, a outfit that clearly came from the 70's. She smiled once she saw George. "Wowza! Haven't seen ya in forever!"
     "Janine! Long time no see!" He went up to her and immediately hugged her. "How's Esmeralda? Still beautiful?"
     "Still taller than most and sucking blood!" They both laughed.
     "Hey so, this man here, Benedict needs to summon his mother. He has memory loss of his past."
     "He's that ancient?" After they talked for a few more minutes Janine led them to a room that was very dark and grim. She signaled them to sit in the chairs at the table. "Join hands." She started saying a sentence under her breath, then she closed her eyes and opened her mouth wide. Then, a ghost popped up out of the air. The armor rattling as they appeared, the broad shoulders very visible. The ghost motioned his hand to the chain links connected to the helmet and lifted the curtain over the helmet. George looked at Benedict as he started squeezing his hand so hard both their hands turned red.
     "Benedict, why what a lovely surprise." Benedict stood up from the table letting go of their hands.
     "Leave, you bloody nit. You deserve to rot in hell for your betrayal of your loved ones."
     "Hey, hey, don't you dare speak to me that way. I'm a warrior, and your father. I deserve your respect."
     "You killed mother and our entire village. I don't give a rats ass about respect that you 'deserve'. I'm glad I bashed in your stupid, selfish face." Benedict smiled a very disturbing smile. It was ear to ear.
     "Hey, Benedict, calm down. And I thought you said you didn't remember anything?"
     "My mines getting a little less foggy now that he got here. And where's my mother?" Janine pointed to a women that was behind the ghost. The woman wore a headdress that made her look as if she had horns, her dress such a yellow it made the room seem dull. And her long brown braids, she was a princess. The only thing that wasn't beautiful about her was the hole in her stomach caused by an arrow, that came from her husbands quiver. Benedict immediately went to the woman. Staring into her eyes made him remember everything. His face fell. He started to remember everything, all painful memories, every happy one. Flooding in all at once. His brain started to physically hurt. It felt as if his brain was jumping around, wanting to get out. But it realized it couldn't and had a bigger tantrum, as if it started screaming and yelling and banging against the walls of his head it was so painful. Benedict hadn't winced or flinched from this pain. He was still and his face was blank.
  "Ned?" Isolda, his mother said. George walked up to him and grabbed his shoulders, making Benedict flinch. Smith was his immediate thought. I know you, your George Smith aren't you? Benedict relaxed, he trusted the vampire now that he knew who he was. But he didn't say anything about recognizing his touch. He didn't want to do much of anything at the moment. George interrupted his thoughts.
"Hey, do you live anywhere?" He asked Benedict. Benedict shook his head. George sighed. "Ok then, I guess we can take you back to the manor." Victoria gave George a look of your really going to let that person stay with us? But George have her a dirty look and said, "well let's get going, sunrise is happening soon." And then proceeded to go back to the manor, saying goodbye to Janine and thanking her as she banished the man from her house and his son, wife, and everyone who was with them. When they got back to the manor, Benedict asked to speak with George privately. They went into the library while Victoria was side-eying them.
"George, in my trench coat, did you go through my pockets?" George nodded.
"Yes, but I only took out the weapons that could harm me. Anything else I didn't look at." Benedict hugged him and said
"thanks." Then left the room. He went to a room where he suspected his trench coat was, and sure enough he found it. He grabbed a tiny picture, with the words in the back saying 'B.B and Smith, the best couple of gangsters out there! —1943' Benedict smiled to himself and muttered "Benedict Barrel and George smith."