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"The girl twists in her sleep, mumbling her fiancé’s name, and the sensation of victory reaches another high, for he knows that the other vampire won’t be here to save her tonight. She is all his, now, and no one can take her away this time. She is his forever." Can memories resurface?
Or are they lost forever?
Do they even exist?

I was feeling a little down today, when this idea hit me. So yes, it's a little depressive and gloomy. I wanted to try something new. I tried to use the present tense throughout the whole story, but I slip a lot and don't necessarily notice the mistakes when I read through the text again. You have been warned.

2. Breakfast at Nicholas'

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"Please let me go."

The girl next to him is panicking now. Her eyes jump from one object to the other, as though she doesn’t know where to look. Anywhere but in the dark red eyes of the vampire next to her.

She pleads with him every so often, but he stays strong and only repeats the same sentence: “I know you don’t want to leave me, Julie.” And each time once this is said, the human shudders just a little more and tears form in her eyes. When one of them escapes down her cheek, he brushes it away with his finger, refusing to accept that he is the cause of the crying.

They have now driven for two hours, and are almost at their destination. The sky shows the first signs of dawn, the moon no longer visible to illuminate the girl’s lovely face. It is not Julie’s face, but he will learn to love it just the same.

The girl is restless now, twisting and turning, and starts pleading with more determination than before: “I’m not Julie! Please, you have to believe me…”

This aggravates the vampire. After all, he has reminded her so often that she will remember in time, but she doesn’t seem to understand. He doesn’t wish to hurt her, but knows that he might slip in a second, which would not be healthy for the fragile girl next to him.

“Be quiet, love. You are making me angry.”

She is screaming now. “Don’t call me love! Look, I have no idea who you are! I’ve never seen you before! For all I know, you could be planning to have me for dessert!”

The images of that fatal night twenty years ago cloud his mind. Those words had been spoken back then, too, by his beloved Julie, and they sting as much as they did back then. But he fights back the rage with some effort. He won’t make the same mistake again, he won’t.

The drive is now over, and they are parked in front of an ancient-looking, stone house in the middle of the woods. The house is overgrown with vines, the first sun rays of the day barely touching the surface of the gray stone underneath them. Only a few windows are unconcealed by the thick plants, and those that are visible have iron bars. It is a house of no escape.

She protests as he lifts her in his arms again, carrying her into the depths of the gloomy house, but he ignores them, thinking only of the happy memories they will be sharing in here for years to come. As soon as Julie returns, he will be happy again.

Walking at vampire speed, he brings the girl up to her new room, where a bed with comfortable cushions awaits. The chamber is large, and he knows she will enjoy it, for there is a bookshelf that covers an entire wall, filled with books even Julie hasn’t had time to read yet. The many hours they will spend discussing them, comparing characters and searching for symbols in the texts! He can already hear her laughter when she comes to an amusing part of a story, and willing to share it with him, she will read it out loud, and then they will talk, until Julie must sleep again.

But Julie is not here yet, and the girl does not rejoice at the sight of the books. She keeps her eyes on him, like she is afraid that he will kill her when she looks away. Her stomach rumbles, letting her captor know that she is hungry and needs something to eat. So he sets her down on her new bed, covered in magenta satin sheets, and leaves her to explore her new surroundings.

Downstairs, he can hear her pacing the length of the room, here and then letting a book drop on the ground or calling her fiancé’s name. Every once in a while she tries the door, but she cannot open it, because he has bolted it from the outside. All along, he prepares her breakfast in the kitchen, like he has practiced doing many times before. He lays the table with the finest china, for only the best is good enough for his love. And he must make up for the many years they have missed.

Once the eggs are boiled and the bread is cut, he goes to fetch the girl from her prison. The sight is not a happy one- Her eyes are swollen and her cheeks wet with tears, her whole being shaking from anguish. It breaks his heart to see his dear this way, but he knows there is nothing he can do for her until Julie is back.

“In the closet are fresh clothes for you. Do change-I’m sure that will make you much more comfortable.”

At first the girl does not move, but only stares at him in disbelief. She is curled up in a ball on her bed, her pajamas strained with tears. After he repeats his request, the girl stands up in defeat and walks over to the closet on the far side of the room. There she stares at the clothes inside, all from the world’s top designers and very elegant, the way he likes Julie the best. He leaves the room to give her privacy for the change, this time leaving the door open for her to come and join him downstairs.

When she doesn’t come down after a while, he starts to get anxious, wondering what could possibly take her this long. And when he finally hears her hurried footsteps coming down the stairs, he understands why she is running- The girl is trying to escape! The attempt is in vain, of course, for the vampire is many times faster and stronger than she is, but it disappoints him to see that she still wishes to flee.

He drags the struggling girl to the table, and sits her down on one of the mahogany chairs opposite to his. The girl looks at the food hungrily, but does not touch it, glancing at the front door every few seconds instead.

“The door is locked, my dear. Now eat.”

She lifts up a piece of bread, but does not reach for the butter. “Is this poisoned or something? If you want to kill me, I’m sure there’s an easier way to do so.”

The familiar sensation of fury flares up in him again, like every time she talks of her death. “I do not want to kill you, Julie. The way I didn’t want to twenty years ago, either. But you know I might slip if you anger me like this.”

Hesitantly, the girl butters the bread and brings it to her mouth, taking a small bite off the edge. Her appetite wins the battle then, and she devours it with as much passion as she can muster in her current situation. And seeing that she isn’t going to die from it, she takes another, and then an egg, and then yet another.

He watches her throughout the whole process, every bite reminding him more and more of the Julie he loved. As she is buttering her third piece of bread, he decides to start the conversation he has dreamt of for so long: “Do you know how I found you again, Julie? If not, shall I tell you?”

The girl pauses and looks up at him. The meal hasn’t erased any of her confusion or fear, and her eyes are still wet from crying. “Randomly, I supposed. Because you’ve got the wrong girl.”

“No, I’m pretty sure you are the one.” The girl shakes her head.

“I… I can see that you love this Julie, whoever she is, a lot. And I’m really sorry for whatever happened between the two of you. But I’m not her, ok? I don’t love you! For heaven’s sake, I don’t even know your name! I’m getting married in a few weeks time to the man I want and need. He’s surely looking for me already, and it won’t take long for him to find me. So please, please, if you have a heart, let me go!”

She is hysterical now, but tries to stay calm while she speaks, hoping that maybe, just maybe, he will believe her this time. But the vampire is sure of his reasons: “I do love you, Julie. I do. The other vampire won’t find us. And my name is Nicholas, as you don’t seem to remember. But do you want to hear the story or not?”

Nicholas doesn’t wait for an answer.

“Right after… what happened, I buried you under an oak in the forest. This forest, to be exact. Remember this house? The fun we used to have in here playing cards on a rainy day? In summer we would go hiking for hours, and once you got tired, I always carried you back home. You don’t remember? Don’t worry, dear, you will. And if not, I’ll make sure we have plenty of new happy memories before your time is up. And then I’ll find you again.

“After I buried you, I sat there for hours, crying tearlessly. My soul was on fire- No pain can compare with what I felt that night. And every twilight, the agony came back. That’s when I made myself the promise to find you, wherever you were, and bring you back to me. I knew I couldn’t die myself, for I would go to hell while you were waiting in heaven, so I had to think of something else. After years of studying, I came across a book about reincarnation. You have no idea how I felt after I’d read it! Suddenly there was a chance of having you again, my Julie, just in a different body! Hope! I desperately hoped that this was the case, that you were born again as someone else.

“But one problem remained- How could I find you? The book states that a human does not remember anything of their previous lives when they are reborn. I did not give up, though, and started doing my research on the subject.

“Eventually, I heard an interesting theory, which, in the end, led me to you. A monk told me that the preferences and tastes stay the same after death, and that what you liked before in your life as Julie, you would enjoy now, as well. Alas, this information wasn’t helpful at first, because how could I go to every human being on Earth to ask what their favorite color is? I had to find a way to limit the choices, somehow… That is when I went to Volterra.”

The girl gasps, but Nicholas is too lost in his story to notice. He is looking over her shoulder, seeing things she cannot, and is clearly not living in this moment. The human has stopped eating, and is staring at the vampire with shock in her eyes. He continues:

“There I was told an interesting story- About a vampire, Edward was his name, and his human lover Isabella. The predator and prey, together! The others laughed at this, but I did not- after all, I had been in a similar situation some years ago. These two lovebirds were not the first ones to try it; they were just worthless copies of the original! We were the original, Nicholas and Julie, the true ones they should praise with their talks of mental strength! And that’s when it hit me. You were the first human on Earth to adore a vampire, the only human crazy enough, I may add. What are the chances of that happening again to someone else? Small, the chances were very small. So what if this Isabella wasn’t someone else? What if it was Julie, my beloved Julie? What if your insane attraction to vampires was carried with you to your next life?

“And so I decided to find out more about Isabella. I knew she lived in Forks, but I couldn’t go there, for fear of the other vampires catching me. You are probably wondering how I got past them? Past the psychic and the mind-reader? I shall tell you- I have an ability of my own. It’s not so much about what I can do, but more about what others cannot. Other abilities don’t work on me, you see. It’s a peculiar gift, and I can tell you that Aro was quite pleased with it, so pleased that he even offered me a place in his guard! I would have so liked to join them, it is every vampire’s dream, but I couldn’t abandon my search for you, so I refused.

“This was about two months ago. It didn’t take long for me to be convinced that Isabella was indeed the girl I was looking for. Everything fit so perfectly! Once I was sure I was ready with my plan, I took the next flight to Seattle. I knew the mind-reader and his family were away hunting for the weekend, so I decided to strike.

“Last night was the first time I saw Isabella. I must say, she is almost as beautiful as you were, and I’m sure I’ll learn to love her body as much as I did yours. But first we have to bring you back.”

Nicholas ends his story there, but still doesn’t lift his eyes from whatever is happening in the other dimension she cannot see. The girl sits completely still, processing the new information in her mind. The moment is quiet, but full of meaning, though the significance of it is different to them both. For him, it’s a moment of pure bliss of finally being with the one he loves the most. For her, it’s an awkward moment of thinking how hurt the man will be once he finds out the truth. She sympathizes with him a little, knowing how agonizing losing a loved one can be.

But still, what right had he to abduct her like this? Now he is causing someone else the pain he felt back then, and the girl sheds another tear at the thought of her fiancé, who is undoubtedly frantic by now.