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Chapter 1: Amnesia

"The suppression of one's identity may lead to uneasiness and discomposure. Physical head trauma at a sufficient and sharp rate, can damage the skull leading to disabilities such as amnesia." - S.S

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CHAPTER ONE: AMNESIA

ABELLA

The moon hung from the sky like a giant saucer and the stars twinkled brightly, admiring the forest’s beauty from above. The trees swayed along with the wind, dancing and twirling under the moonlight as the crickets sang along to the beat. Abella laid motionless on the soft soil, her legs and arms sprawled in different directions. Moisture dripped from her forehead, like dew cascading down a blade of grass after a cool night.  Under the coolness  of the air and the tranquility of the environment, Abella’s ragged and chesty breaths were seen as puffs of fog that dispersed through the air before disappearing. She felt her chest constrict painfully and skull pound in sync with her difficult breaths. Abella  draped an arm over her face, shielding it from the piercing light that emitted off the moon that seemed to worsen  her headache. She felt like she had just awakened with a hangover, minus the alcohol. Despite the beauty of her surroundings, Abella felt a sense of annoyance towards  anything that moved , made a sound or was bright. She would have guessed it was because of her eyes slowly adjusting to the light, but her vision was more than fine. She could clearly make out all the marks and crevices of the leaves that slung down from the tree. Simply, her vision was outstanding and flawless.

Feeling the pain in her chest intensify, she quickly pulled her dirtied blouse to the side, revealing a horrid jagged scar. It travelled down from the top of her shoulder and across her breast. Her skin knotted in a line of purples and blues against her pale complexion. The flesh around the damaged tissue was still sensitive, indicating that it was still fresh. Abella curiously and cautiously ran her fingers across the discolored scar, feeling each and every bump and crater. She couldn't remember what horrid mishap had caused such hideous flaw, in fact her mind was emptied of all memories. She tried destroying the barrier concealing her memory and restricting her mind but to no avail. Abella didn't like this feeling of emptiness, it made her feel uneasy, as if someone had purposely taken away her identity. She tenderly massaged at her temples, feeling her cold fingers flush against the warmth of her head. Her hair fell down in a black mass as she bowed her head. Abella had only been awake for a few minutes and yet, all she felt was pain.  She let out a sigh of defeat and felt her eyelids fluttered to a close and she was thrown into a fearful dream, that held nothing but darkness and torment.

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DAMIEN

Damien looked up at the infinite expanse, like a painting of blue. Although most would believe the sky was a representation of serenity and freedom, Damien thought differently. It was an invisible confinement, designed to bind him to Earth with immortality and thus no escape. There were several Gods, one of each element and a few others with other specialties such as love and serenity, however they did not favor his kind. Instead vampires were resented and seen as repulsive creatures that were of pure evil. Since Damien was young, the Gods were featured as cruel and frightening supernatural beings and thus they held many powers, including the ability to free him of his curse. However, he knew that the Gods would not grant his wish, they were selfish and strongly  believed in sub-dominance.

He sighed in defeat and continued his stroll through the forest. He swiftly slipped past the mass of trees, that flashed past in a blur of greens and browns. The course bark brushed up against his bare arm, pulling and grazing the flesh but soon the slight pain was replaced with a tingling sensation and the oozing crimson had melded back into the skin of his arm, like a candle melting against the heat of the flame. His pace slowed and he pushed at the strands of dark hair across his tanned forehead.