A Forgotten Beginning

Chapter 4: The Vampires Arrival

Okay hopefully this story is going okay :/ ? So just to clarify the italics are Megan's memories, sorry if that's obvious or like a duh! moment but just so there's no confusion. :) x

We were back in Derek's office the next morning. I was making a show of yawning and almost falling asleep but Adrian was still not saying anything.

I glanced over at him 

Derek had half-heartedly told us off for sneaking out. I did it all the time and he had kind of gotten over it.

“Now Adrian, I know you think a night class is a bad idea but I’m still going through with it. In fact.” He said smiling. “They’re arriving this afternoon and… well… we’ve told the day class.” He looked uncomfortable.

“So we have to make sure no one gets too close to them.” Adrian finished, his voice had no emotion.

“Yes. Also, we are having a celebration for them.”

“We?” I asked.

“Yes. The night class students and their families, you two and me. You can dress up but you are there for security so keep your eyes open.” Adrian was standing and limping out the door before Derek had finished. “Five o’clock, Adrian! What is wrong with him?”

I had sunken back into my chair because I actually wasn’t faking being tired. I hadn’t slept very well. Normally I would go into Adrian’s room and he would provide comfort and make me feel safe but I knew I couldn’t this time. I sighed and closed my eyes.

“He told me he was bitten.” I didn’t open my eyes but peaked when I said, “He also overreacted when he saw the scars on my stomach.” Derek didn’t react and I stood up. “You knew too!” I shouted in disbelief.

“When I bandaged you when you first arrived. I thought you were going to come ask about it but you never did.”

“But…”

“No.” He laughed. “I don’t know how you got them but I thought curiosity would get the better of you.”

I smiled back. “I don’t think anyone knows what happened.” I absentmindedly placed my hand on them and was pulled into another dream of the boy on a cliff with blonde/brown hair.

He turned slightly and opened his mouth. It was a perfect oval, his nose a bit smaller then it should’ve been. His eyes were hidden in the night’s darkness. I waited for him to speak. I needed it…

But again I was pulled out the dream.

I lay face down on the carpet, sobbing. Derek pulled me into his lap quickly, pushing hair off my face.

“Him. Him. I need him.” I sobbed.

“Who, dear? Who?”

I shook my head so furiously I saw black for a second. I was clutching Derek’s shirt and slowly let go, the image already fading. Actually I didn’t think it was an image or a dream anymore. A picture, maybe or a memory.

“Nothing. It was nothing.” Derek didn’t look convinced. I plastered a smile on my face. “What about the celebration? Is there going to be dancing? Oh, but I don’t have a dress.” I wasn’t planning on dressing up but I needed a distraction.

“Oh, I have one for you here.” He wasn’t convinced I was okay but was excited by the dress he had so forgot about it for the time being. “This is the dress I meet my wife in. She was sixteen, little small for her age. I think it will fit.”

I took the dress. It was light blue and tight fitting to the hips then it puffed out slightly with many light layers and jewelled straps crossing on the neck.