Live Life Evermore

Memories Are Made pt. 1

I laughed. Why? None of this was funny. I was scared out of my mind's grasp. I always laughed when I was scared or nervous. Maybe habitually, to lighten the mood. But my mood didn't lighten and Dr. Styles' expression didn't change. Grim, sad and sympathetic. He was deathly still. Before he stood to his full height,painfully slow. My face fell. I had no words. I was shocked and scared beyond words. I haven't experienced much, being only the age of nineteen. Like the rumors, every year of my young life flashed before my eyes. Age three, Johnathan and I had just officially met. Age 4, Johnathan and I walking into the school building hand in hand. Age 6, Johnathan had his first crush. I was extremely jealous. Age 8, I thought I was the most fierce girl in Venice. I had just found out I was old enough to be in my first coven. Age 10, meeting Jacob for the first time. I was absolutely inlove with him. Soft caramel eyes and black hair that was darker than the night sky. And skin that had a natural glow, a beautiful olive tint. He wasn't from Venice. He looked Persian or somewhere new and different. He was different and that captured and intrigued me. If love were a bird, he'd be a sparrow. Swooping in and quickly snatching his prey. He was running from my guard dog, Sesha, and bumped into me. Little did he know, Sesha loves a chase. Just as her master. But I was only ten and boys were none of my buisness. Age 12, Jacob finally asked me to be his girlfriend. I was over joyous. It was like we connected from the moment we met. Age 13, the day I found out what Johnathan truely was and what Jacob and I were destined to be.

"Emmer." Johnathan sighed, Emmer, the nick name he had given me at age 4. He couldn't pronounce my name for the life of him. 'M' and 'R', connection of the middle of my name. It slowly evolved from 'M.R.' to Emmer. It was the special name only he could call me. "I don't know how you're going to react to this. But know, either way I will always love you,okay?" He stopped tugging me further into the woods. We both loved the essence of the woods. We had made a secret hiding place deep within the woods. When we wanted to get away. His emerald eyes shimmered with fear, faith, hopefullness and love. I always assumed it was friendly love, I was spoken for by Jacob. But I could never get over the fact that I loved Johnathan and that we had a deep connection. Therefore anything he did, I would forgive and accept.

"Yes. I love you as well. I don't think Jacob would enjoy that we are in each other's company alone." I giggled out. I was always giddy when I was with Johnathan, but I often seemed to lose partial memory.

He shook his head disregardingly, beautiful brown curls shaking swiftly. "This is more important." He softly spoke as he gently grasped my shoulders with his large hands. " I have something to show you. Please, just please don't be afraid of me. Know that you have no reason to be afraid of me. Do anything you want, but please don't be afraid of me. I love you." By this time our foreheads were touching and he was slightly brushing his nose against mine. It would have been the perfect time for an intimate meeting of our lips. He leaned in and I pulled back.

"Jacob." I slowly mentioned.

"Right," he said disappointedly," Jacob..." An uncanny silence bled into the air and it was very uncomfortable. I just couldn't hurt Jacob so much by doing that. It was wrong. I changed the subject,"show me." I whispered to his, now facing me, back. He walked towards me effortlessly elegant and smooth.

"Hug me..and..and tilt your head." He gently commanded.

"What? Why-"

"Just do it, please." We embraced each other and he burried his face into my neck. The feeling of his warm lips against the skin of my sensitive neck was intoxicatingly pleasuring. He inhaled my sent then backed away and looked at me. Then he smiled. It was a beautiful one that made me notice how white his teeth were against his beautifully pale skin. His pink lips were just as much as a contrast when placed between the two. His smile was happy but his expression wasn't. I began to become worried and I was sure it began to etch into my face. "No, look carefully at me." Now that he mentioned it, his lips looked an even more vibrant pink, almost red. They were more full as if filling with blood. His skin, his beautiful skin. It showed pulsing red veins right near his jaw line. No, no. This couldn't be. These were the signs of a Vampire beginning bloodlust. What was happening. "Yes." He spoke aloud. My eyes welled up and my nose began to sting. I ran the opposite way of him, as fast as I could. All the while his voice was echoing through out the woods,"I'm sorry. That's why you can't remember some of the things we do together. I can always feel what you feel or tell what you think when were together."