Memory Loss

Chapter 7

"No!" An explosive boom echoed loudly making my ears ring. I felt hands covering my eyes and I tense up. "Shhh it's okay," he whispered in my ear and I started crying hysterically. "Its okay.. Just let it pass. Shhh," he pets my head while covering my eyes. "Just let it pass.."

     Opening my eyes I see that I was in my room. I put my hands on my head and groaned. "Hey you're finally up," a familiar voice echoed and made me jump. I heard a chuckle and felt a hand on my shoulder. "You shouldn't move to much, you had a bad seizure," he said and put a warm rag on my forehead and petting my head.

      "A... Seizure...?" I repeated what he said and he nodded. "How long have you've been having them?" He asked and I looked at the ceiling. "After you left.. I touched one of my art works, I don't remember drawing, and it shocked me," I told him and he nodded his head. "Hm.. interesting.. Do you remember anything from the past?" He asked, sitting on the edge of the bed and looked at me.

     "No... Although, I keep waking up in a cold sweat some nights. And after I fed from you, I had weird images that matched the drawings but... I don't know.. maybe they're just random images," I explained to him and looked up at him but his face was emotionless.

     He took the rag off, dipped it in a decorative bowl, rung it out, and put it back on my forehead. "Can I see these drawings?" He asked and I shrugged. "Its in the living room I think," I said and he got up.

     'Why do I feel like I trust him being in my house?' I thought to myself as he stepped back in the room with the sketch book. He sat on the side of the bed and flipped through the drawings. "These are really detailed Savanna," he said sounding amazed while he kept flipping. He mumbled something that I could barely make out even with my enhanced hearing. It sounded like 'looks just like old times' or something like that. What does that mean? Then he flipped to the picture that caused my seizure.

     "There," I said stopping him. "That's the picture.." I whispered. He touched it and he seemed fine. "Interesting," he murmured and my stomach growled. How can I possible be hungry? I nearly drained him of his blood not that long ago. "Are you hungry?" He asked and I just looked at my stomach. Something felt different. "I... I don't know," I softly said and he stood up. " I want to try something. I'll be right back, it won't take me long," he said and I nodded my head. "Okay.." I looked at the time. 9:29 PM. Sighing, I made myself sit up. My side and leg healed but there still was a full ache. I had a scar going around my ankle from the bear trap.

     After a few minutes of being alone, I heard my door open and something being poured into glasses. No doubt it was blood. The scent was overpowering at this time. 'What's happening to me..?' My eyes turned it's normal golden color and I got up and went to the kitchen within a blink of an eye. "What are you doing?" I asked staring at him pouring a vile of blood in one cup and his own in another. It wasn't much, only enough to cover the bottom of the cup. "Its an experiment, since you say you had weird 'images' while feeding from me, I want to see if it'll be the same from a stranger," he said and held up the two glasses.

     "You do realize that won't fill me up right?" I said staring at the blood, feeling my throat tighten. "I know, but if what I think is true, then my blood will unlock bits and pieces of your memory since I let you feed from me when we were little," he said and handed me one of the glasses. "This is the stranger's blood, see if you can remember anything," he said and I drunk it in one sip.

     Closing my eyes, I held the blood in my mouth and swallowed small sips of it. Nothing happened but the taste of it was getting kind of nasty. Swallowing all of it, I ended up gagging. "Who did you get this from?" I asked and ran the cup under the faucet, cleaning it to drink some water from the fridge. "I tried to find someone who was healthy, maybe it's the blood type," swishing half the cup of water in my mouth, I spit it out and drink the other half.