Finding My Lost Memories

Chapter 3- My Brave Jacquelyn

Chapter 3

Tamani's POV

I was sitting in my cell, thinking about how messed up my 'life' is. How it doesn't even seem like a life. More like a death in slow motion. But then, I heard the door to Jacquelyn's cell open.

Please don't let this be the day she dies. I word out the sentence on my lips to the empty space. Ever since she was first brought here I have kept an eye on her. With my newfound sense of smell, I was able to smell everything within a mile radius of this place so intensly it would literally make me sick at times. The fear coming off of the other people in here, that softy Damion's occasional sadness, the worry coming from the only guy who really talks to him. The every present hate found throughout the dungeon was the second worst smell. The first being what actually did make me sick a few times, causing The Scientist to take out me, his 'prodigy', to a secret room that sucks out all smells within it.

He would do this all the time for deaths, saying I just needed to learn how to control my powers, that it, until she came.

When Damion brought her here, she was out cold, but yet I could sense the last feeling she had felt. Worry. But not worried for herself, that has a different feeling to it in me. No, she was worried for someone else. Of all the things she could have felt; fear, anxiety, terror; she felt the need to worry about someone else's life, while hers was in peril. This was what made me like her, this was the thing that causes me to find comfort in her scent in general. Not just the way she feels, but the way her personality was altogether.

Over the time she has been here, she has only worried about herself once, and that was when she was worried about how she had treated Damion rudely after she had remained awake during a whole expirement. It was one to adjust her personality to one of a faeries for when she needs that quality, but in the process of her containing it and controling it, it would make her bitter. (I should know, I had the same thing done to me a week before) But anyways, altogether, even though it was worry for herself, it didnt really count since it was only because she was worried about apologizing to Damion the next day. Which she did.

Ever since I discovered she would rather die before anyone else, I decided I liked her. She would be a good bestfriend to have. And since I like her and her personality, whenever someone died, I was able to get over it because I had her right across from me in her cell where I could take comfort in her scent and the sound of her beating heart and breathing. I know, I probably sound creepy, but this is how most wolves get comfort, by aknowledging someone who calms their inner demon in the fact that they are alive, breathing with a beating heart.

Just then I realized I had been thinking about her now for around 5 minutes. I hadn't heard anyone leave her cell yet, so I got worried and looked across the hall from the square of thick bars that act as a window. Her door was cracked open and inside I saw something that surprised me. Jacquelyn's new cell mate, Elaine I think her name was, was in the cell, kissing a very dazed looking guard.

It was short, but he stood there in dreamland motionless as the petite girl- excuse me, vampire, I could smell her more clearly now- snuck under his arm and walke over to Jacquelyn. I saw fear flash through her eyes before it was replaced with trust. She trusts this vampire. How idiotic.

"Come on, we have to get moving." She tells Jacquelyn. I really wasn't expeacting that.

She hesitated, but the I could smell it again, The way she gets when she would rather die than let something happen to someone else. I could see they sensed it too, because Elaine had a sad look in her eyes, knowing Jacquelyn wouln't leave, and the guard looked over at them with a confused and still slightly distant look on his face.