The Eye of the Knife

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Loose Mind

I woke up with an aching in my back. Who was I kidding? Everything hurt in on way or another. I was in some sort of bed, but not one of a hospital. No this bed looked to be in someone's house, someone who liked floral print... a lot.

For some reason I couldn't remember anything that had happened the night before. I remembered meeting Barbra Waters but that was about it. Nothing after sitting down and talking with her and her husband. Wait.. that could have been a dream... right? Was that a dream? Damn, now I'm confused.

I groaned as I struggled to sit up, which proved to be fruitless. So here I laid in some weird ass room, all by myself, with no recollection of how I got there in the first place.

I looked at the ceiling and started to count all the mini cracks I could see to pass the time. As I reached to number thirty, the door to my right popped softly open. In walked a familiar man, although I didn't know why he was familiar.  

His bright blue eyes were sparkling with concern that was also written clearly in his expression. Why is he worried? I just can't move without pain. And how exactly does he know me? Why would he care? I wondered as I watched him come further into the room.

"Hey Max." his soft deep voice broke through the silence. How does he know my name?! "How are you feeling?" he asked breaking me from the questions that were quickly starting to turn into panic.

"Um. I can't sit up if that's anything to say." I didn't know what to say to the absolutely stunning man before me. Why can't I get a guy like him?! I wondered as I saw his eyes light up at my answer.

"Yeah. I am sorry about what happened, although it wasn't my fault. And I was the one that saved your ass from certain death."

I felt my eyes nearly pop out of my head. What was he talking about? He saved me?! But I don't do... people.

"Wh-what do you mean?" I asked. His statement shook me to the very core. I mean what the hell. No one knows me, let alone knows what I do for a living. Why is he claiming to saving my life? And being there with me while I was most likely working.

"You...  you mean you don't know what happened last night?" his deep voice cut through to my mind, yet again dragging me from my inner turmoil.

"Noooooooo...." I dragged out hoping he would tell me last night. I mean I was in the dark, both literally and figuratively. The strange man sighed and rubbed his hand through his thick brown hair at my statement. Why is it such a big deal that I don't know what happened last night? I'm sure I killed another demon like usual. I wondered as I watched his movements.

"This is not good!" The man through his arms out in an outrage. "How the hell am I supposed to help you get your memory back?"

"Okay mister, I don't know who you are, but I don't need help with anything. So if I, or more preferably you, could leave then that would be much better."

The stranger seemed surprised at the fact that I didn't know who he was. "Max... its me. Christian. How do you not remember me?"

I shrugged not really knowing what to say. "You really don't remember me? I'm the guy that found out what you did for a living then followed you and begged you to let me shadow you. The guy that shared his whole life story with you, which by the way no one else knows. You don't remember any of that?

"Nope." I said popping the 'P'.

 "This is bad, really bad. How am I supposed to help you get your memory back-...?"

"Okay mister. I don't know who you are or why this is such a big deal. But I don't need anyone's help doing anything. I am perfectly fine on my own." I harshly replied to him. Who did he think he was anyways?

"Its a big deal because not only did you loose your memory, and almost died, but the people that you helped last night still know of demons and I can't erase their memories. And that is bad because you, yourself, told me-.."

"That no one can remember about demons." I finished for him. It was all coming back to me now. "We helped Barbra Waters and her husband." So that wasn't a dream! "But I still don't remember you, or if I finished the job. Which means the aura most likely isn't cleaned up." Shit. Shit. Shit.

The man nodded. "I don't know how to do that either. You are lucky that I could even kill the thing last night. That was the first time I have ever used a knife to kill anything. I'm more of a gun guy myself."

"No important!" I cut across his sentence. Swinging my legs to the side of the bed I somehow managed to pull myself up onto my feet. "We need to clean up that aura and erase those memories. Now where are my clients?"

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Three hours later, the whole house was cleaned and the memories were erased. Christian, that was what the man preferred me to call him, had helped a lot with the cleaning. And while he was mopping the floors of the guest room, I was the one that erased the memories of the cute couple.

So here both of us sit, explaining that we were just leaving and the couple had paid us for the cleaning that we already did. They asked if we could come back out sometime and clean again, and me being me, already had a plan for that.

"Just call that number and someone will come out and clean for you." I said handing them a fake business card while walking out the front door.

They said their final thank yous, and we were off to the hotel for the night.

"Are you sure you don't remember anything about me?" The man asked through the silence of the car. I just nodded and kept my eyes on the road. I heard him sigh in... defeat?

Was he upset that I don't know who he is? I wondered as pulled into the parking lot of the hotel. We didn't have a.... romantic relationship.... did we?

Do I want more than just a friendship?

And why could I remember almost everything, but him? I mentally groaned at the questions my brain was coming up with. Of course I couldn't answer any of them!

"Okay Miss, your room is number 351." Said the man behind the desk. He slid the key card over to me, but Christian soon swiped it up in one of his big hands. Apparently we were going to be in the same rooms, but separate beds, much to my relief. His explanation for this was he didn't want me 'running off.'

Damn, he was good.