Memories (Completed)
Author: Jewel Heart

Chapter 10

There was a faint beeping noise. I could feel something on my arm. It was a small plastic tube. I was lying down on a bed, an uncomfortable bed. A soft pillow was placed under my head and a thin, soft sheet was placed over me. I could hear people talking. And that beeping noise was becoming louder and more annoying.

I opened my eyes a crack and was blinded by a bright light. I groaned. I tried to turn over but couldn’t. My leg was caught on something and I couldn’t move my left arm.

I heard footsteps and felt shadows on my face. There were people crowding me. And there was more than one.

“This means that the cycle could be broken, right?” a female voice said softly and anxiously.

“Shh,” someone else said—a guy. “I think she’s still sleeping.”

“Well, at least she’s not dead,” the girl said in relief.

I wanted to talk but my mouth was dry. My tongue was thick and my throat was parched. I shoved that to the back of my mind.

“I'm far from it,” I answered.

Slowly I managed to open one eye and then the other. There were seven people surrounding my bed. I didn’t recognize most of them.

Andrew and James were there, but there were other people as well. There was one girl with hair so light it looked like silver. She had a soft expression and a kind smile.

Then there was a guy with a hard expression but a friendly smile. He had short caramel colored hair and ice cold blue eyes. There was something about him that I liked. It was strange, but I felt as if I would get along with him.

Next to him was another boy with skin the color of coffee and flat brown eyes. He had flowing black hair tied in a small ponytail. His expression was relived and sympathetic.

Then, next to James was a short girl with long brown hair that looked like springs. Her lips were in a straight line and she looked as if she didn’t care about anything. Though there was something about her presence that made me feel relaxed.

Next to Andrew was a tall girl with long dirty blond hair in two pigtails that reached down to her knees. She had an amazing hairstyle. Her long hair flowed down straight, but at the top it was thick and seemed to be cut specifically so that it was thicker than at the bottom. She had cold eyes the color of violets. She looked like a walking supermodel.

“Where am I?” I asked, sitting up.

James put a hand on my shoulder to keep me in place.

“At the hospital,” the girl with silver hair answered. She had been the one to talk.

I let James push me down. “I jumped,” I said under my breath. “I should be dead.”

“No you shouldn’t,” James said instantly. His voice was frightened. He didn’t want me dead. “What came over you?”

I gasped, remembering Chloe and the meadow. “You—you—you’re the prince!” I said abruptly. Was he going to deny it?

“She remembers, then?” the boy with the coffee skin said. “But, you haven't told her,” he said.

Everyone looked at James for an answer.

“I'm just as surprised as you are,” James admitted. He sounded both scared and relieved. He looked at me. “Lumex, darling, do you know who I am?”

I swallowed hard. “Prince James of Britannia,” I said, my voice shaking.

“Do you know who you are?”

“Princess Melody, heir to the throne of Greece?” I answered. It came out as a question. I didn’t know if it was right. Chloe had said Bloom, but for all I knew, I could be called Ashley. “James, answer me, am I delusional? It’s strange and I don’t understand anything going on.”

He grimaced and stroked my cheek. “I’d be surprised if you did.”

We stared into each other’s eyes for a while. It was as if there were this static pulling us closer, making us one.

Someone broke our connection. “So she remembers one life. It was bound to happen sooner or later,” the girl that looked like a supermodel said.

I frowned. “Who are all these people, James?”

James hesitated. He opened his mouth without saying anything.

“It’s already started, James,” the girl with hair like springs said. “You can’t protect her alone anymore. You have to let us in the picture.” She shook her head as she said it, as if disapproving his behavior.

James’s face turned from strain to panic. Still he didn’t say anything.

“It’s a closed room. There isn’t a better time than now,” she continued. “You wanted the right people to be here, well they are. So just tell her.”

James shook his head.

“Dude,” the guy with the icy blue eyes said, “either you tell her or Andrew does.”

Everyone turned to look at Andrew, who smiled mischievously at me. It sent a chill down my spine and lifted the hairs on the back of my neck.

James turned to look at me, his expression unreadable. His eyes were set and his teeth were sunken into his lower lip.

“Gigi, Jen, Harmony, get the door and windows,” he ordered.

I watched startled as Giselle, Jenna, and Harmony locked the door, shut the curtains that let in the dim light of dusk, and locked the windows. I hadn't realized that they were here. All I had really been paying attention to were the unfamiliar faces and the one I loved.

James waited for them to finish and then helped me sit up. I noticed now that there was a blue brace on my leg and arm. It was surprising that with a fall like that this was all that happened to me.

“Bloom,” James said.

My head snapped up.

“Ariel, Candace, Maria, Gabriella, Destiny…” James kept saying names. “…Ginger, and Lumex, do you know all of those?”

I shook my head.

“They’re all you. Lumex, in this world there are two societies,” James continued. I was listening attentively. Finally he would explain everything. “The human society and the Black Moon society,” he said softly.

“I’ve never heard of it,” I said.

“You shouldn’t have heard about it,” Andrew snorted.

I looked at James.

His face was steady. “It’s a secret society. In medieval times they were simply called, ‘creatures’.”

My eyes widened.

It’s true. It’s all true. Every ridiculous story had a sprinkle of truth. Everything I had thought. Everything I had denied was true. But then, who is James?

“Vampires,” I whispered.

“Vampires, witches, werewolves, shape-shifters, ghosts, angels…everything,” James agreed.

I was getting dizzy. My whole way of seeing things was changing. My world was shifting and everything in it as well. Vampires who suck blood—exist. Witches who do spells and bewitch people—exist. Werewolves that change at the sight of a full moon—they exist too. Everything I thought to be a fantasy once was proven to be real. And it was absurd, but I believed James.

James noticed my uneasiness and was anxious. “Lumex are you okay?” he asked alarmed.

I held up one finger. “Just give me a second,” I said calmly.

I breathed slowly and evenly.

Vampires and all those other creatures are good. Aren't they? They haven't taken over the human society, so that’s good, right? And James, he’s good. He’s been there in every one of my lifetimes. They have to be good. But there was no way to be sure.

“Vampires…witches…and werewolves…?” I said slowly. James nodded. “And you’re a…vampire?”

James grimaced and hesitated. Finally he nodded.

“A vampire….” I repeated. I regained myself and looked at him. I looked at him with one of my determined looks. My jaw was set and my eyes were stern. “Show me.”

James stared at me, shocked. He hadn't been expecting that. Strange, I would have thought that with all the lives that I’d had, maybe I asked him at least one time.

Andrew started laughing. “Finally!” he exclaimed. “I like this one!”

James stood frozen in place.

“Jamie, I want to see,” I said. It felt so natural to call him ‘Jamie’, so right. And he didn’t seem to mind that I called him that. “I’ve only seen it once, I think. But it was a flashback.”

No, James’s voice appeared in my head. I had a quick flashback. One where we were sitting across from each other, and we were having a private conversation. Lumex, you don’t understand why I can’t do it. You don’t know what it’s like to go through the blood lust.

It hurts you? I sent. Jamie, I had no idea.

I didn’t know how I was doing it, but he got it.

I'm sorry that I didn’t begin with that, he sent. Now you’re disappointed.

No. Not really.

I looked at Andrew coldly. “Never mind that,” I said coolly. “If it tortures Andrew, I can survive,” I smiled, wickedly.

Andrew stopped laughing and hissed. Then, he growled, “Oldster.”

“Leech,” I challenged.

“It’s like she never died,” the guy with the coffee skin said, bored, shaking his head.

I turned to look at them. “I never got an answer,” I began. “Who are you?”

James looked at them. He grinned and said, “You’ve met—well most of you anyway. Haven't you remembered them?” He asked me. When I just stared he sighed. “This is Vivian,” he said, looking at the girl with the silver hair.

“A witch,” I guessed.

“Yes,” Vivian said. “Do you remember my grandmother? Amelia? People say that I resemble her from when she was my age.”

“No,” I said. “I just guessed. I mean, it doesn’t seem so hard to guess.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, vampires are really pale, but you have this very light tan, and your eyes aren’t so… how to put it? So…inhuman,” I shrugged. It hurt. “I kind of just put it together.”

Everyone looked surprised.

“You’ve gotten an observant one,” the guy with icy eyes said to James.

James rolled his eyes. “That’s Jeff,” he said to me.

I studied the boy. His skin seemed so fair, but he had something different from the others.

“You’re a shape-shifter,” I said.

Everyone just stared this time, with whatever expression had been on their faces.

“She has to remember,” Jeff argued. His eyes were childish and pleading, but his expression was annoyed.

“No. But I thought that to change into different things, you have to have different emotions and expressions,” I said. They stared at me as if I had just guessed the mystery of the universe and gotten it correct. “And your eyes have an expression of their own, just like your lips, your expression, and your posture. Like when I opened my eyes, you had cold eyes, I thought of snakes. Your expression was hard, so I thought of bear. And your lips were friendly, so I thought of a rabbit.” I watched them. “It’s that simple.”

“Quite observant,” Viv agreed.

James continued. “This is Max,” he addressed the boy with the coffee skin.

“Werewolf,” I added in. Before I could get them to ask, I said, “There’s just something about him. I feel like I'm talking to someone friendly. Someone relatively close to the saying, ‘man’s best friend,’” I smiled, sheepishly.

They laughed. Max even barked once to enforce the joke.

They stopped laughing and James continued. “This is Scarlett.” He motioned to the girl with the hair like springs.

“I'm a vampire,” Scarlett said before I could identify her.

They all watched me.

“I was going to say witch,” I argued diplomatically.

Scarlett smiled. “Skillful and quite observant,” she said in defeat. “I give you props.”

I turned to look at the last girl. She stared back at me with a straight expression.

“You’re the vampire,” I said. “You’re too beautiful to be anything else.”

The corners of her mouth lifted in a smile. “I'm Violet,” she said in a voice like windpipes. “You’re welcome,” she added.

I stared puzzled and then looked at James for help. James stared down at me with grim eyes.

“She’s the one that saved you,” he said.

I remembered the cloth and the silky thing that brushed my forehead. And the landing had been so soft. I looked at Violet and studied her. She was wearing a jacket over her clothes, even though it was still summer. But I saw a large stain of blood on her shirt where the jacket was open.

“You owe me for that one, James,” Violet said annoyed. “It hurt. I landed on some twigs. My modeling agency will be mad if I have scars.” I was right. She really is a model. Maybe I should introduce her to Molly. Though, I think I’ve seen her work with Molly before. “And then she was bleeding all over my clothes. I was supposed to have a photo shoot in one of those. I just hope that they can make me another one.”

She must have been who I felt outside.

I ignored Violet’s comment and asked, “Why were you there—I mean, how where you there?” My voice came out more demanding than I was hoping for.

“James had me keep an eye on you,” she answered cockily.


“You’re seventeenth birthday is in less than one week,” Jeff said. His voice was low and frightened.

“That was the day I died when I was Melody,” I noted, frustrated. “But, why is it so important?”

They all exchanged glances, waiting to see who would break the news. I gave them each a different look of impatience. Finally Andrew broke the silence.

“You’ve died on that date every other time.”

I tried to see past his hair to look directly into his violet eyes. He couldn’t be serious. But the straight line his lips were positioned in seemed to be there for a reason. I have a death date, I noted gloomily.

“James?” I asked startled. I was looking at his face desperately. That meant I wouldn’t have any time with James. He looked at me helplessly.

“We have an advantage this year,” Viv said, patting my hand, sympathetically. I looked at her with tears in my eyes. What was she talking about? “You’re a witch, Lumex.”

I froze. I'm not a witch. No. I'm not. I can’t be. I just can’t. I'm not witch material. I don’t fly broomsticks, or say rhymes that turn out to be spells while throwing stuff in a big black pot. I don’t do magic. I didn’t even believe in witches until right now.

“Molly is a witch, sweetheart,” James said.

My head snapped up. “You knew about it?” I asked viciously.

“You didn’t know vampires and witches existed,” he said defensively. “How was I supposed to tell you?”

He had a point. But that excuse wouldn’t be of any value to her.

I pushed the covers off me and tried to undo the IV. It hurt and I almost got it off, but James grabbed my hand. The bare skin to bare skin contact made me dizzy.

You’re hurting yourself, James sent.

I need to talk to Molly. She has some explaining to do, I sent back, surprising both James and myself. That had been unexpected.

Not if it means that you have to go out of this room to do it.

I’ll do whatever I want.

We’ll bring her here. Just don’t scare me anymore.

I chewed on my lower lip. Finally I said out loud, “I'm not a witch.”

“No you’re not,” Viv said, sitting down next to me. “You’re also half vampire.”

“And part werewolf….” Max added mindlessly.

“And part shape-shifter....” Jeff pitched in.

“Part everything, really,” Max said. He gave a short laugh. “Jeff spilled some water and a drop got on your hand—I'm surprised that you didn’t sprout a tail!”

“Okay, I get it!” I stopped them. “I'm a whole crap load of things! I'm a damned freak!” It was ironic. I had always found situations like this on T.V to be funny, but now that it was actually happening to me, I was scared. “There’s something messed up going on in my genes. I get it!” I relaxed and said, “Just stop it, okay?”

“Love, you aren’t a freak. You’re you. And that’s all that you ever have to be,” James soothed me.

I shoved the thought away as someone knocked on the door. Harmony unlocked the door and opened it.

“You shouldn’t lock doors at a hospital. A doctor might need to get in,” a guy nagged.

I couldn’t see who had just entered. Though, I could tell that James didn’t like him. James was watching whoever had just entered the room, emotionlessly.

“Is she awake yet?” the same voice asked. “You’d think that her being a vampire, she’d heal in the matter of minutes,” the guy laughed. “Well, let me through, let me through,” he said.

A gap opened between Max and Vivian. A man with dark hair and green eyes in a doctor’s coat appeared with a clipboard in his hand.

He knows about vampires. And he’s pale. His eyes are inhuman, too. It’s a puzzle that I had just put together.

“Demetrius and you are…vampires?” I asked.

Dr. Freeze looked at me from over his clipboard. He looked stunned. “I would have imagined that The Animus Materia would have figured that out quite quickly,” he said, as he examined a screen.

What the hell is ‘The Animus Materia’?

“Good heart rates, no concussion, just have to check the arm…” Dr. Freeze mumbled to himself. Then he looked over at me and said, “How are you feeling?”

“Better than ever,” I responded in what I hoped was a happy tone. With what I had just found out, how was I supposed to react?

“Just let me check your arm and leg and then we’ll see what to do,” he said, looking for a place to put his clipboard. He couldn’t find anywhere to put it. The little side table I had was filled with vases of flowers and there were even more covering the floor.

Huh. How is it that I never noticed that?

“I’ll take it,” Viv offered.

“Thanks.” Dr. Freeze handed her the clipboard. Then he gently removed the brace and examined my arm.

What, no X-Ray? I was looking forward to one of those, I added sarcastically.

When he was done, he put the brace that was on my arm to the side and moved on to my leg. He removed the brace and examined it just like he’d done with my arm.

I moved my arm around. It was working fine. Nothing seemed to be broken. Maybe I am part vampire.

I was aware that James was staring warily at me. But I didn’t care.

“Everything looks fine,” Dr. Freeze finally concluded. He took his clipboard from Vivian and wrote something down. You can go. But first, let me just,” he reached down to take off the IV tube, “take this off.” He took it off quickly and painlessly. Maybe it was a twist in the wrist. I should learn how to do it. Then he removed the tubes from under my nose. Before leaving, he stopped to look at me. “You will be taking those, right?” He was pointing at one of the flower vases.

“Why? Do you want them?” I asked.

There was humor in his eyes.

“Yes. I'm taking them,” I said. Dr. Freeze nodded and finally left.

Just as he went out, Molly and Brooke walked in.

Brooke is human, right? I sent to James.

He looked down at me and nodded.

I'm sorry; I'm afraid that you won’t be able to do your Jeopardy show tonight, he sent. His mental voice was mocking. It’s a darn shame, I was really anxious to see who won a million dollars.

That’s a different show, smarty pants.

I heard what seemed to be a mental laugh.

“Lume, you’re alright!” Brooke exclaimed, hugging me. “You’re mom said that you would be, but it was such a fall. If Violet hadn't been there, I don’t know what I would have done.” She started sobbing.

She knows Violet and everyone then? Understandable, considering I don’t know how long I was out.

I pressed my lips together and watched her. Her head rested on my stomach. I hadn't even gotten the chance to stand.

“I really scared you, didn’t I?” I asked.

“Scared me?” Brooke asked, lifting her head. Her mascara wasn’t running. Maybe it was one of those waterproof mascaras I had heard about. “No, you didn’t scare me at all,” she said, sarcastically. “You gave me a freakin’ heart attack! They almost put me in that ambulance!”

“Oh, that’s cool, I rode in an ambulance,” I joked. “Why don’t I go and tell all my friends?”

“Yeah, and then you and them can go ride your big wheels,” Brooke added, annoyed.

“Well, get off of me, you know I hate hospitals,” I said, seriously.

“Sure, your majesty,” Brooke mumbled.

Andrew started laughing. Then, I grabbed the first thing I could find and threw it at him. He caught the vase before it could hit him in the head. Too bad that he grabbed the vase from the bottom instead of the top where the flowers were….

I smiled, happily and pushed the covers off of me. To my surprise I was still fully dressed. My smile grew wider.

I glanced at Andrew as he dried his shoes with a clean sheet. “Lesson three, don’t get in my business,” I said.

“What happened to lesson one and two?” Jeff snickered.

“Don’t sneak up on me and don’t pick me up.” I might not have clarified my rules, but I think Andrew got the message.

I looked over at Molly who was watching silently by the door. I wonder if I can talk to other people, not just James.

I know what I am, Mom, I experimented.

She looked away from Andrew and at me, wide-eyed. My message had reached her. I wanted to test out my telepathy. But I wanted to do that with James.

James appeared by my side. I saw him hesitate, but then he interlocked his fingers with mine. It felt right.

I love you, you know? James said.

My head snapped up and I was staring into his sad eyes. We stayed like that, staring into each other’s eyes and talking telepathically. There wasn’t anything embarrassing here in our secret place. It was a place where we could be completely honest. It was a place where we could be ourselves.

That’s the first time you’ve actually had the time to say it, I sent.

I love you, I love you, I love you, James repeated. I smiled.

I love you, too. And don’t ever forget it.

“Why don’t you just start making out?” Max complained. “It’s less sickening than this.”

I looked at him and frowned. I just met him, but people shouldn’t mess with me. I kept it light. “Okay, let’s just go,” I said, narrowing my eyes. “C’mon Scruffy, time to go home,” I said enthusiastically. I had more to say, but I knew that I would get in trouble with everyone if I said it.

Yet, I managed to get some laughs from Scarlett and Jeff.

“Scruffy,” Max mumbled under his breath.

You’re too cruel, James said, but there was humor in his voice.

I can be worse. But I cut my friends some slack.

You know what surprises me every time I meet you? He sent. You’re always so strong and well, like this, but you manage to be kind.

It’s why ya love me.

James looked back at me. His had reached out and brushed my lips.

“Need some water?” he asked, out loud.

I had forgotten completely of how thirsty I was. Though, now that he mentioned it, the dryness in my mouth came back. I bit my lower lip and nodded. James dragged me along with him towards the water fountain. We passed Molly and I felt slightly uncomfortable. But she seemed perfectly at ease.

When we reached the water fountain James released my hand.

I tried to ignore my thirst but couldn’t. I pressed on the button for water and took a sip. The water seemed to run throughout my whole body. But even though it refreshed me, it tasted dry. I pulled up and looked at James. He was watching me, fascinated. He looked entertained. James was leaning against a wall with his hand over his mouth.

“What?” I asked when he kept staring.

“I never understood this thing that humans call water,” he said. “And now, watching you actually drink it, I don’t know. It just brings a whole round of unimportant questions to mind.”

“So, what you’re saying is that you’ve never had water?” I clarified.

He nodded and walked past me. He pressed on the button and cupped his hand to catch some water. Then he brought his hand to his nose and smelled it. He wrinkled his nose and then brought it to his lips. He grimaced but, to my surprise, swallowed.

“But when you were human, didn’t you have to drink it?”

He looked at me sadly. “I never was human,” he responded. “There are vampires that are born and vampires that are made. I was born this way. The exact same year you were when you were Bloom.”

“I didn’t know you could be born as a vampire. I always assumed you exchanged blood and you were done with it.” I looked down at the tiles on the floor, embarrassed.

“You’re half vampire. How did you suppose that happened?”

“I don’t know. I just found out a few minutes ago."

“I suppose,” he shrugged. “Well, born vampires can stop aging once they reach the end of puberty. They usually stop when they’re eighteen, but some, like me, don’t. The problem is that when they stop aging, they can never start again.”


He smiled and shrugged again. Then his fingers locked with mine and he began pulling me towards the front doors of the hospital.

“Don’t we have to go help Molly and everyone with the flowers?” I asked.

He looked at me, stunned. Then, he sent, you really need to learn what it means to have witch magic. As for everyone, they already went ahead. They’re outside.

I sighed. It’s going to take a while to adjust to this world I’ve belonged to since birth. It’s just a shame that I just found out about it now, when I'm one week shy from my funeral.



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