Capítulo 17: BAD MEMORY
"Trying to forget someone you love is like trying to remember someone you never met." Unknown
I awoke to an uncomfortable feeling. My back hurt, and my stomach was on fire. And I had the most terrible headache one can imagine. The bright lights streaming through the window made me cower behind the covers hoping I would get some relief from the pain. Come to think of it, where the fuck am I? This most certainly is not my bed. It was too comfortable. Like, I was sleeping on 1000 thread count sheets. Super fucking soft.
Peeking through the covers, I scan the room and have never been here. What the hell is going on, and whose house is this? Why am I here? Why can't I remember shit? I let out another painful groan trying to sit up.
"Be careful, your still not fully healed." I heard a bell-like voice say.
Turning my head, Daisy's pretty brown eyes came into view. Worry lines creased around her eyes as she gently brushed some hair away from my face.
"How do you feel? Can you remember anything?" She asks with a hint of skepticism, coloring her tone.
What kind of questions are these? Why would I have trouble remembering anything? Frowning my face, I try to think back to my last cohesive thought. I remember going to a party with Daisy, but everything is blank after that. I struggle to piece together the events after that, but it's useless. But something else is bothering me. I feel empty. Cold. Lonely. Tears dwell in my eyes from the unwanted feeling. Why am I crying?
Daisy pulls me into a tight embrace crushing me until my body is no longer shaking.
"Daisy, what is going on? The last thing I remember is going to a party with you; everything is muddled after that. What happened to me." I pull my eyebrows into a confused expression.
"You sort of had an accident. You ventured out into the woods, tripping, causing a sharp rock to pierce your abdomen. I found you after about an hour and brought you here where my family doctor placed sutures in your wound."
Her story sounded carefully rehearsed, and I couldn't help thinking she was lying to me. But why would she need to do so?
I un-consciously placed a hand over the wound, wincing slightly. I felt a cold sweat develop on my body as confusion flooded my thoughts. Why couldn't I remember anything? An ache in my chest started to form. Closing my eyes, I instantly saw beautiful green eyes staring at me. Whose eyes were these?
"Daisy, I feel.... odd," I said as the tears spilled from my tear ducts.
She placed a gentle hand on my back, rubbing it in circles.
"Sweetheart, I know. Just relax; everything will be fine.
I nodded.
"Where are we? You said your family doctor patched me up." I sniffled.
"We are about 100 miles north of town at my family's winter home, and yes, the doctor that patched you up is a close family friend. Are you hungry"?
I was a little hungry.
"Actually, I am a little hungry. Do you have any soup? Oh, and a Kit-Kat? Also, I am sorry for being so much trouble. Maybe, I should stay away from the party life until my ass is 30." I croaked a laugh.
"Don't worry, Luna. It's no trouble." Her back stiffened at something.
Luna?
"Is that your new nickname for me, sis? I laughed.
She grumbled, "Something like that."
I started to say something, but a knock sounded at the door. My eyes grew wide once the figure entered the room.
Conner?
Why the fuck is he here? With Daisy?
The two of them huddled in the corner like two lovers having a spat, and I was intrigued to know what the fuck was going on. From the little I could gather, it seemed like they were fussing over telling someone something. Daisy insisted they tell whoever the truth while Conner kept saying they were not to disobey the Alpha.
Alpha?
A feeling of familiarity washed over me with the sound of the word. I mouthed it to myself, and a tinge of longing followed. I have heard that word before. Most importantly, I knew, or at least I thought I knew, who this 'Alpha' person was they were talking about. I also knew that this person was.... special to me. Okay, something is going on.
In the middle of my theorizing, Daisy returned to my bed. Conner gives me a thumbs up and forces a smile before walking through the door.
"Umm, when did you and Conner start hanging out? Are you guys like dating or something?"
She blinked a few times before laughing, "Bitch, please. Me and Conner? Girl, he is like the jackass of a brother I never had. He is just here too.... he is just here to handle some business for Elijah." She paused after saying the name.
"Elijah," I mumbled.
"Elijah"
"Elijah"
I knew who he was. Who didn't know who he was? But this was just more than me knowing his name. This was...strange. I felt as if he was the thing that was missing. It was him that could fill this longing I had. Complete the hole that was here in my chest since I woke up.
My eyebrows pulled together, "Where is Elijah?" I hesitantly asked.
I needed to see him. But why?
"Sweetheart, he is a little tied up right now. Why? Is there something you're feeling?" Her question was more than just a question. This bitch is hiding something.
I narrowed my eyes, " Daisy, what in the hell is going on? You're hiding something. Why?"
Her, shoulders rose, "I am not hiding anything from you. You seemed very interested in Elijah, and I wanted to know why. I thought you didn't like him?" She gave me a smirk.
That's right. I didn't care for Elijah, or at least I thought I didn't. How can I tell her I feel something for someone I have never physically met? Dammit, it must be the pain from this wound.
I know she could tell something was up from the light blush that appeared on my cheeks. "I don't like Elijah. Besides, I have never met the guy. I was just... I was just curious, that is all."
"Whatever you say, Luna. How about I go and get you something to eat? Your backpack is on the nightstand." She pointed to the left of the bed. "There is some weird book in there. You must have been reading it." She shrugged her shoulders.
Book? What fucking book?
"Daisy, this is hardly the time for me to be catching up on some fucking homework. I have a freaking gash on my stomach, my head hurts, and I am beyond hungry. I'm so hungry I can eat a whole cow right now." I laughed.
She shrugged her shoulders. " I just thought since you had it, you can read it while your here. I am not sure when we will be going home."
"What about school? What about my mom? Oh, shit, my mom. I got to call her. She is probably worried sick about me." I get up, and I wince almost immediately with pain.
Her hands push me back down.
"Relax, chick. Your mom is aware of what is going on. She said just call her when you're up, and the school has emailed all your assignments."
Damn, she was on top of things.
" Well, thanks. So, superwoman, where is the fucking food, sis." I chuckle.
She gives me a sly smirk before heading out of the room. While lying in this incredible bed, I can't shake the feeling that I am missing something. I know I am. There are bits of time that are absent, and I can't get over Daisy and Conner's behavior. Then there are those strange familiar green eyes I see every time I close my eyes. Maybe, I'm reading too much into things. Taking a deep breath, I attempt to get out of bed.
On wobbly, shaky legs, I make my way over to the desk with my backpack. I pull the dirty vintage book out, walking back towards the bed. I gently place it down so as not to injure the binding. I instantly know I have seen this book before, running my fingers across it. Touched it. Read it. For some unknown reason, I opened the book flipping it instantly to an entry dated the fourth of August, 1596.
Elias
It is the fourth of August, the year 1596. The moon is but a crescent tonight and sitting high in all her glory. I've been having some trouble sleeping throughout the night. My wolf is restless. Visions of a dark-haired, hazel-eyed beauty have plagued my every thought. There are moments during the day when I can see her face, her eyes, and that beautiful smile that turns every dark and indecent thing inside me around. Is she a sign from the Goddess herself? Is she my long-awaited mate? I know there is something special about this phantom, but I can't put my paw on it. I will try to get some rest as I head into town to discuss the protection of our borders against the rogues. Calvrick will be there, so it is of the utmost importance that I maintain a level head.
Later that day, high noon.
I saw her. The dark-haired beauty that has been making an appearance in my nightly dreams. She was everything that I envisioned and more. How can such a Goddess exist in this dark world? But it wasn't just her beauty that entranced me. It was her scent. Goddess, her scent is the most divine thing I have ever smelt. It was a cross between the wildflowers growing deep in the village with a hint of honey. Her blood also reeked of an old family lineage that I thought died out a centuries ago. A human bloodline. The moment she walked past me, my wolf had a sudden urge to embrace her, crushing her fragile body to our chest and running away with her. She needed to be protected. She will never be safe if she is what I think she is. Our eyes met briefly, but I swear to Selene that this human knew who I was. Understood what we were to each other. But how? She wasn't a witch as she didn't give off any of the signature smells. It seems the Goddess has entrusted me with something special. Something rare. I will protect her. I noticed she tucked her small hands into a woman she met at the blacksmith. I overheard the woman calling her 'Phoebe.' How fitting, for she is as bright as the stars that haunts my dreams. A titan to be associated with the everlasting crescent moon. She is my mate.
Phoebe and Elias? Those names sound vaguely familiar. I can see them clearly in my mind, but the picture is just a little out of my reach. It was like staring at a fuzzy picture on the television, trying to make out the scenes. I was so deep in thought I didn't even realize Daisy was standing in front of me, holding a hot bowl of soup. Damn, why does she always seem to sneak up on me? This chick seems to move like a ninja. Maybe, I should put some bells on her shoes so I can hear, I mused to myself.
I outstretched my hand to take the soup, giving her a thankful look. She pulls the chair beside me, pulling out her phone, seemingly uninterested in my eating habits. I mindlessly eat, but my mind keeps going over the entry that I just read in the book. I feel connected to Elias and to Phoebe, which scares the fuck out of me. So, many things are unexplained. So many questions were unanswered. And, what the hell is up with this ache in my chest?
A God-awful ringtone pierces the air, and I give Daisy a quizzical look.
"Girl, you should try to pick a ringtone that is from the last ten years." I laugh as I hear Kenny Loggins Footloose plays.
She pushes the speaker button on her phone as she promptly says 'hello.' She smirks. " Hey, don't knock my song. It's a classic."
"It's me. How is my precious cargo." A voice I recognized immediately says.
My body becomes rigid. My breath is coming in waves. I'm hyperventilating; why?
I need him. He is essential to me. Who is he? I need to know who he is to me, but I know who it is before I can even stop myself from saying it.
"Elijah," I half-screamed.
As soon as I screamed my head immediately started pounding, and blood rushed through my nostrils, flowing down my chin. I feel weak. Why the fuck am I constantly bleeding? Isn't your blood supposed to stay in your body? I can hear Daisy and Elijah screaming something or saying something, but I just don't care. I feel my eyelids getting heavy and a white light beckoning me forward. How strange. I can hear a name faintly being called. Should I answer it?
Elijah, what the fuck did you do to me again?
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