So I'm Left Alone

Phantominian

She gasped, eyes fluttering around. The room she was in glared brightly with ceiling lights, making her sudden move wince. "Aves!" Someone yelled out. She moaned a little, a headache in the back of her head. She got up in a slouched sitting position from the pretty awesome bed. "Whaaahh..." A guy her age popped up, hugest smile on his face it made him look a bit ridiculous. He honestly wasn't that bad looking, being the first guy she's ever seen from her amnesia. In fact, she'd consider him pretty hot. White-blonde hair swirled in curls above his face, green eyes, tanned skin.

"I thought Enodia killed you!" The guy exclaimed. From his chair he got up, the seat wobbling slightly. He brought her up, hugging her fiercely. "Blake, not to hard, her neck is still infected" someone else's voice said sternly. She wanted to break away from "Blake" but it felt so right, so homey, like she belonged with him. His hands dropped down, and up rhythmically on her back, along her spine, comforting her as if she had a bad dream. "I love you.." He whispered. She breathed softly over his shoulder, not replying. He broke the embrace slightly, leaned down to her face. She opened her eyes, looked into his green-gold ones, like...which animal was that? She couldn't think clearly, as he stared into her black eyes, still leaning, down to her, since he was so tall, and she was..well, petite.

Her mind was almost lost, as his eye lids drooped down from her eyes, clearly looking at her lips. His own just barely making contact, his warmth transferred into her lips. And then again, she was almost lost. "Get away from me you freak!" She shrieked. What was the hot stranger doing?! She picked up her hand, wedging between hers and his chest, shoving him off. Confused, he tried stepping back towards her but she stepped back. Her movement made him sad, hurt.

"Aves?" She felt Uncomfortably scared, and confused. "I-I... Don't know you, wh-where am I?" She managed to say. Apparently this mad Blake even more hurt. "Aves. Com on you know me. And what about Morgan? Your bestie? You... Know us right? About Enodia, the Phantominian, wasn't that werewolf blow good enough?"

She didn't think it was best to run, mainly because Blake could stoop her, and her heart was beating faster than a horse's. The other person who spoke earlier stood up from the chair that Blake was in. She was merging from middle age to an old lady. Small streaks of gray and white were mixed in with her honey brown hair. She had round, blue gray eyes, they, being serious and cool.

"Blake, careful with her.." She said calmly, eyeing the guy. She felt unsteady, at first it looked like he liked her a lot, why would the woman say that? Would he hurt her? She seemed to understand somewhat of Avestra's amnesia, because, forcefully she changed he mood of her eyes to light and smooth. "Avestra, honey you remember us?" She asked, casual. Avestra sucked her tongue, and shook her head to the woman.

The woman nodded, glancing at poor little Blake, sending a silent message. She picked up her hand gently gripping her arm. A extra didn't Shake her off. A small wisp of familiarity was sent into her, but still unsure on who the lady was. "Well," the woman said, "let's just start over again. I, am your aunt Sylvia, and you hunt phantominian."