A Forgotten Beginning

Chapter 1: Memories

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I coughed up water as I moved wearily up the beach. My ribs ached and my throat felt like sandpaper. I continued crawling anyway, the jagged rocks cutting into my knees and palms.

“What have we here?” A rough voice asked above me. His teeth reflected the moonlight as he sniffed the air. Opening his eyes, I choked back a scream as his red eyes gazed into mine.

I tried to scramble away but he grabbed my wrist, unable to move, I watched as his tongue ran slowly across it and I stared in horror at his fangs.

My vision blurred. I was exhausted and my body was beginning to shut down under the stress it was in. I squeezed my eyes shut as a shot rang out in the night. Something sticky and warm splattered over me and the man’s grip slipped.

I opened my eyes to find a different man standing above me, tucking a gun into his jacket.

“Are you alright?” He asked.

His eyes followed me into unconsciousness as I fainted.

 Those were my first memories of Ambrose. His kind, red eyes, his strong arms. He is my hero. He is also my first memory. Yeah, amnesia sucks.

 I woke up in Ambrose’s arms. I smelt the blood and cringed into him. His breathe warmed my neck.

“Can you walk?”

I searched my mind to see if I could and shrugged. He placed me gently on the ground. I staggered with a whimper and he pulled me back into his arms.

“My ankle!”

“It’s not broken, Megan, just sprained.”

“What? Who?”

“Megan, that’s your name right?”

I was stunned into silence.

 That’s when I realized, I couldn’t remember my name or…. Anything at all.

I heard a creak and my sleep clogged mind took a few seconds to register it as a door.

I peeled my eyelids open and stared round. Unsure of where I was and how I had gotten there. An unlit chandelier hung above me. It looked like it was hovering with nothing attaching it to the ceiling from where I was lying. From the small bit of light coming through the door, I could see the couch was stained with a dark redish colour.

I stumbled over to the door to eavesdrop, wincing as my ankle protested.

“Who is she? Where did she come from?” An unfamiliar voice asked. I couldn’t see the man speaking.

“I don’t know, I don’t think she knows either.” Ambrose replied.

“She must be very scared. Anyone would, facing a vampire like that.”

I cried out slightly and Ambrose’s eyes flickered to me. The other man kept talking.

“Why did you shoot him in front of her? She’s got his blood all…” He stopped.

I couldn’t see him but I heard his footsteps on the floorboards just before he pushed the door fully open. I stepped back guiltily as he smiled down at me.

“Hello Megan.”

“Who?” I blurted out.

“It says on your necklace.” Ambrose said. I looked down at my chest. ‘Megan’ in cursive hung around my neck, a delicate silver piece of jewellery. My eyes filled with tears and overwhelming sadness caused me to collapse on the floor.

“Oh!” The man exclaimed. “Ambrose, don’t.” He said as Ambrose stepped forward.

“I…I… don’t remember.” I whispered to him. “I don’t remember anything!” I sobbed and fell sideways into his waiting arms.

“Give us a moment, Derek.” Ambrose said. “She just needs a minute.”

 I remember crying. I cried because of how lost I felt, not remembering anything. I mean, I couldn’t even remember my own name! They guessed many things like my age, where I came from, why I was in the ocean because I just, couldn’t remember.

 “They are vampires.” Derek explained in the dining room. “The one that Ambrose killed was one that had lost control. Ambrose however is a good vampire and…”

“When is he coming back?” I interrupted.

Ambrose had left a couple of hours previously and I had been very un-cooperative since then. I was still covered in blood and slightly wet. I was sulking, trying to hide behind my long fringe to make it look like I wasn’t listening even though I was.

“Uh, as soon as he can. Like I was saying, we’re guessing you’re about seven. You might’ve been trying to..." He paused uncomfortably. "...kill yourself."

“I was not!” I shouted knocking over my chair. “I’m not going to sit here and let you lie to me!”

“I’m not, please, sit down.” Derek said wearily.

He looked hurt and I felt ashamed.

“I’m sorry.” I whispered.

Derek smiled slightly but it wasn’t directed at me.

I turned round to see a boy, slightly taller than me, standing in the doorway. His green eyes stared curiously at me.

“Father?” He said, cautiously.

“Adrian, this is Megan.” Derek stood up. “You are to take care of her.”

Walking past he patted my shoulder, whispered something to Adrian and left.

“Who are you?” Adrian asked.

“I don’t know.” Tears slowly crept down my cheek.

“May I touch you?”

I looked up. His hands hovered over me. I didn’t hear him move. I didn’t answer, as he placed one hand on my back and grabbed my hand with the other. Gently he steered me out of the room.

 At first he always asked before he came near me, like if he did something too suddenly I would fall apart. It was true I felt like I would fall to pieces at times but by keeping his distance he made me feel even lonelier then before. And sometimes, when Ambrose was around, Adrian would disappear for hours. It made me feel guilty, like I was making him leave. I felt as if I was slowly forcing him out of his own home.

 6 MONTHS LATER

“Megan! Megan!” A voice hissed in the dark. I reacted slowly not really connecting with my name. Adrian’s shadow fell across me as he yanked me out of bed. “I need to show you something.”

He pulled me along the hallway clutching my hand. When he stopped he pulled me closer and whispered in my ear, “I’ve never shown anyone this. Swear you’ll keep it secret.”

“I swear.”

He pulled back a velvet curtain to reveal some stairs. They spiraled up into the dark and we raced each other up. When we reached the top, puffing, he hesitated before unlocking the door leading me onto a hidden balcony.

There were flowers in bloom all around, it was spring and a sea of plants lay in front of me. I bumped into the wall and saw a great view of a forest and to my right I glimpsed a piano.

I drifted towards it unconsciously and ran my fingers along the keys. I knew this was something from my past.

I sat down and began playing. Adrian came and sat next to me watching in awe.

I finished and we grinned at each other.

“You play?” He asked laughing.

“I guess so.” I replied in awe myself.

 And with that our walls fell down. Adrian’s act of kindness helped me find my passion again. I can’t remember anything other than how to play the cords but when I touch those piano keys I feel slightly closer to who I was before all this craziness came along.