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Do You Remember, James?

Summary:
Companion story to My Life Once. This time, it is Victoria's reflections on how she met James.


Notes:
Something I wrote awhile back. I should probably get started on the banners soon!


1. Chapter 1

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Do You Remember, James?

Do you remember, James?

We had once crossed these beautiful meadows of pretty flowers and lush, green grass. Dancing amidst the knee-high flowers, we held hands like innocent children and played in the large field – carefree and happy. It was paradise. We had spent the whole day there, and we hardly noticed when it turned dark – lost in each other’s arms. We went home past midnight and both received a good tongue-lashing for being late from both our parents.

Do you remember, James?

There was a night that we spent at your place, where we had an unforgettable dinner, and you suddenly came to me, down on one knee, a glittering ring in your outstretched hand. ‘Will you marry me, Victoria?’ You had asked, your face so full of hope, and at the same time, filled with fear for the answer you were about to receive. I was stunned into speechlessness, and your expression changed. You looked devastated, and the evident pain and hurt you were feeling was written all over your face. I wanted so much to say ‘yes’, but the pounding of my heart was ringing so loudly in my ears and my mouth could not open to say that one word you – both of us, actually – so longed to hear. I had spent years dreaming, fantasising about this moment, and yet, when it miraculously came, I was reduced to a breathless heap. I remember that I saw stars, and suddenly, everything just when black. When I awoke a few minutes later in your warm arms, I looked into your worried face and managed to gasp a breathless ‘yes’. You should have seen the look on your face. It was of pure bliss and happiness – like you were granted an entrance to heaven.

Do you remember, James?

Things went downhill from then. We told our parents of our marriage but they both vehemently objected and threatened to throw us out into the streets should we chose to ignore them. And they forbade us from leaving the house anymore. It was amazing how brave we were then. We decided to elope, seeing it was the only way for us to be together – it was your idea, actually. I was being locked in my room, servants serving me food through the slots in the door. I almost went crazy, and only the thought of us eloping and the idea of being with you as long as I lived kept me sane. On the night you were supposed to sneak in to rescue me from the depths of purgatory, I stayed up, waiting for you till dawn broke over the horizons. You never came. You were lost, gone – and so was my mind, my heart, my sanity. I snatched up my sewing scissors, and in a mad frenzy, cut of my fiery red hair. Till this day, the image of my little orange tufts of hair floating to the floor, blurred by my tears, is still etched in my memory. It took my hours to cut all of my long hair off, but I finally managed it. They reminded me too much of you – you loved to twirl my long, burgundy hair around your finger and marvel at how smooth it was. For that, they had to go. When my parents found out, it was to their complete horror that they realised that they were too late to save me – I was already dead inside. They contemplated on sending me to an asylum, but to keep up with their appearances, they did not. Instead, they removed all of the sharp objects in my room and increased the number of locks on my door and window. There was no possible way I’d be able to get out then. But it didn’t matter to me at all – I was already dead inside, a shell of my former being. After being alone in the room, staring at the same four walls for so many days, I came upon a conclusion; you had not loved me at all. I was just another game, another conquest – perhaps you were proposing to another girl already. With that knowledge, it killed my mortal body faster. I refused to eat, drink or to sleep – just lying on my bed, staring blankly at the white ceiling above me. That was how you found me, months later.

Do you remember, James?

That night, the door burst open with unmistakable force, and I saw the blurry outline of you in the doorway. It was you, and not you at the same time. Your skin had turned the palest white and your once warm, brown eyes were of a menacing ruby. I thought I was in heaven, so I just closed my weak eyes and finally drifted off. I remember the faintest touch of your hands on my shoulders, my neck, and the melodious sound of your voice repeatedly calling my name – but I was almost gone, drifting off to oblivion like a wilting flower in a strong gale. Suddenly, intense pain and agony filled me. My previous notions of heaven dissipated. I had to be in hell. As the pain wrecked through my frail body again and again, I screamed out your name…

Do you remember, James?

I was surprised when I awoke. I thought I was dead; it had to be some new torture for me – as I was in hell – punishing me for disobeying my parents. I sat up, and looked around, dark shadows of the trees surrounding me. Then, I saw you. You were sitting on a rock; back hunched and elbows resting on your knees – deep in thought. Hearing me wake up, you looked up at me, red eyes filled with the deepest regret and remorse. You looked different – not only in your eyes but also in your face, your expressions. I couldn’t place it, and then it hit me. You looked… unrestricted, free – free from the bonds that seemed to be holding you back before, as if the laws of our people did not apply to you anymore, and you were free to do whatever you desired. I did not want to talk to you, for fear that the hurt and pain would envelope me again. But then, you started speaking, your musical voice singing in my ear. You went on and on, while I listened without even interrupting once. You told me that night you had not came for me because of who you had become, what you had become. So many times you paused to gauge my reaction – to see if you had frightened the daylights out of me. I was not afraid – not in the least – instead, hope filled me at your words, warming me like the golden rays of sunshine on a bright, sunny day. Fate had given us another chance to be together, and I was willing to take it, no matter what it entailed. I felt a smile blossom on my face. It did not matter if you were a vampire, and it did not matter if you turned me. All that mattered was that we were alive, and together. Seeing my smile, you frowned, and looked at me curiously. I could not hold myself back anymore, and now knowing the truth, I launched myself into your welcoming arms again. ‘Everything does not matter, as long as I am with you,’ I had told you that, with your mouth still on mine, as your intoxicating lips moved under mine.

Do you remember, James?

We ran across the field – blooming flowers of all colours surrounded us. It was our honeymoon. Hand in hand, we ran, danced, sung. You kissed my cheek and whispered loving words to me, assuring me of your eternal love for me – they made me feel all tingly inside. I giggled. You chuckled. It was paradise all over again. We both had the time of our lives there.

Do you remember, James?