Memories (Completed)
Author: Jewel Heart

Chapter 26
26

It was a long time since I had a dream like this. It’s been a long time since a dream has filled me with hate and love all at the same time. The current events that have occurred over the past week seem to have become my dream. It seemed so real that I couldn’t tell if it was a dream. It isn’t often that I am granted with this feeling.

I cannot understand how such action could have happened in only a week. I have experienced more sentiments this week than I have in a long time. The only question is, is it real? By this point, I should believe in anything. Yet I can't bring myself to call this reality. It just isn’t possible.

There has never been such luck in my world. Death and sorrow has always surrounded me. The only time that I really have felt happy is when I'm with my family or buried in my art. So to have a boyfriend like James is impossible. To be loved so much by someone and to love them back is not very normal in my world.

How could I have even allowed myself to love when I had tried so hard for so many years to shun away anyone who tried to enter my little world. It is sixteen years down the toilet. I have experienced the hate and sorrow that I had the night of my father’s death once more, when Lizette came into the picture. I have experienced friendships that have been disappointing. They should have been there to help yesterday night when I was in trouble, but they had been gone. I have allowed myself to be happy, and what has that brought upon me? Sorrow? Grief? Hate?

Love.

Even if I have to accept the fact that all of my attempts to live isolated have failed, it came with an amazing result.

James.

A light woke me up. My eyes fluttered open, my pupils being burned by a bright white light. I woke up in a white room. White curtains let in a little light and a blue curtain was dividing my bed and another. Great. I'm back at the hospital.

I looked over at the open window. It’s morning. Next to the window, sitting on another bed, was James. He never looked more beautiful than at that moment. The light bounced off of his golden hair, making it look like there was a golden light surrounding him. A sweet smile played on his lips and his gray eyes sparkled. He was so beautiful I could cry.

“Good morning,” he said, appearing in front of me. He kissed my forehead and brushed away a strand of hair from my face. “How are you feeling?”

“I'm fine.” I blinked, trying to get the world to stop moving. “Did they give me medicine?” I asked. He nodded. “Ugh. Why didn’t you stop them?”

James chuckled. “I'm guessing that they have an effect on you. That’s what Demetrius said, but his brother insisted on having you treated with drugs.” He stroked my cheek. “You were so brave,” he said softly. He sounded so proud, but I didn’t feel so good about my actions.

“Where’s the scythe?” I asked abruptly. “I need it.” I sat up.

“Calm down,” said James. He put a hand on my shoulder and pushed me down. “It’s right here.” He handed me a block of wood. “It’s curious. As soon as you released it, it returned to this little thing.” He paused and watched me trace the engraving with my fingers. “Do you know who the princess of the middles is?”

“Aren't you the one who’s supposed to be an expert on supernatural things?” He rolled his eyes. “How does this thing work?” I mused. My hand was burned. “Ow!” I exclaimed, dropping the block of wood.

I watched it change into a scythe. My eyes widened. It was the same gorgeous scythe I had wielded yesterday, but now the blade was silver.

“That scroll,” I breathed.

“What?” James asked.

“Do you remember that scroll that had a picture of a scythe and a block of wood?” He nodded.

I picked up the scythe and studied the blade. I brushed the blade’s edge. Silver kills shape-shifters and werewolves. Wood kills vampires. That’s why it was wooden when used against Rakesh. Then something happened.

The blade turned wooden.

I exchanged looks with James. He seemed as calm as he was when I woke up. “How are you not surprised by this?” I exclaimed.

“After spending a week with you and all those other thousands of times, one gets used to being surprised and eventually it becomes routine.” I stuck my tongue out at him. “But,” he said slowly. “It seems that only you are capable of wielding this object. I tried, Viv tried, Demetrius tried, we all tried, but nobody can make it change. This is your weapon, Lumex.”

“Well that’s gonna take some getting used to,” I mumbled.

The room’s door opened. “She’s awake,” Scarlett mumbled. Jeff, Andrew, Vivian, Max, Scarlett, and Violet walked into the room. I sat up and smiled at them.

Vivian ran over and hugged me. “Happy birthday, Lumex,” she said, placing a box on my lap.

I stared at her disorientated. “It’s Sunday?” I looked back down at my lap. A large box was wrapped in red wrapping paper and had a card stuck on the ribbon. “I’ve been asleep for two days?”

Viv nodded. “Open it. It’s from all of us.”

I frowned, still a little puzzled. I ignored my feelings and picked the card. I read it and smiled. Congratulations on surviving your 17th birthday, Love, you’re AWESOME team. “I can tell that you put a lot of thought into the card,” I snickered. They just smiled.

I ripped open the box. I lifted the top and pulled out a ball gown. It was gorgeous. It was a floor-length cream and gold gown. There were flowered designs in gold on the chest area and then the gown’s color went cream at the bottom. It was strapless and was cut on the bottom so that my leg would show. It wasn’t as fluffy as the one that I had at home as my spare, and that made it even better.

Inside the box, asides from the dress, there was a pair of ankle boots that matches the dress and some golden chandelier earrings. I looked up at them.

“Thanks, but, you guys do realize that my dress has already been ordered, right?” I said with a sheepish smile. “I mean, it’s amazing, but you shouldn’t have spent the money.”

“We didn’t spend any money,” Violet said. “This is the one you ordered only that Scar touched it up a little. You should have seen how dull it was when Molly received it.”

“All we really spent money on was the earrings and boots,” Jeff shrugged.

“And you should know by now that you’re getting more than that,” Max added.

I laughed. “I realize that,” I assured him. My expression softened. “Thank you.” I placed the dress back in the box and set it aside on the side table. I blinked in amazement. I hadn't noticed the flowers. “Really? This again?” I mumbled, touching the petals of one of the lilies I had received.

“Your secret admirers take time to know where you are at all times,” Jeff teased. “By the way, what is a ‘lumex’? We can't figure out what that damn flower is.”

I bit the inside of my cheek. “It’s the common name for and atriplex.” I sighed. “But I think that Lumex sounds much better for a name than Atriplex.”

“And your middle name?” Viv asked. “It sounds like a flower.”

“Amara?” I said. “My mom says that it’s her abbreviation for an amaranth.” I ran a hand through my hair. “You’ve seen my house, is it really that much of a surprise that I would be named after a flower?”

“Molly’s taste does not have anything to do with your name,” Max said. I shrugged.

The door swung open again. A nurse came in. “Family?” she asked. They all exchanged glances and shook their heads. “Then you’ll have to leave. Only two visitors at a time.”

“That’s fine,” Vivian said. She turned to look at me. “Brooke’s been anxious to see you. We should tell her that you’ve awakened.”

“What about Molly?” I asked.

I had to tell her about Rakesh. She doesn’t know. She has to know so that she won’t keep blaming herself for his death.

“She’s…entertaining back at home.”

“Oh.” I leaned back into my pillow, looking up at the ceiling. They left and only James and I remained. “You haven't wished me a happy birthday yet,” I nagged.

He grimaced. “It’s because I'm still trying to accept it.” I looked at him confused. He kneeled back down beside me. “Lumex, all of my life, I've seen you die. All of my life, I've had to convince myself that you aren't with me anymore. But, now you’re here with me. I'm still trying to adjust. To convince myself that this isn’t a dream.” He held my hand.

He has the exact same problem that I do. We’ve both suffered through life. We’ve both experienced the kind of pain and sorrow that doesn’t ever go away. And now that things are finally looking for the better, it is taking some time to adjust to the new scenery. It is taking us time to convince ourselves that our imagination isn’t playing tricks on us like it so commonly does.

I placed my hand on his cheek. “I'm going to be with you. Forever.” He placed his hand over mine.

“Forever,” he promised. He sighed. “I will promise you something, but I expect something in return,” he said slowly. My eyebrow arched. “In a few months, I will have a business trip to make, but, I cannot bring you with me—”

“No,” I said instantly. He frowned. “I'm not going to wait here alone. You can't leave me alone. James, I need you.”

He held up a hand to stop me. “Wait. I’m not finished,” he said. “I can't bring you with me and I will be gone for a while. So, I’ll promise you that when I return, we’ll take a trip of our own. Just the two of us. But you have to promise to be patient. You have to promise that you won’t leave Tampa. For any reason.”

I chewed on my lip, considering. “Just the two of us?” I asked.

“Just the two of us,” he promised. “A trip to wherever you wish for as long as you please. But, this trip is very important and I can't allow myself to be distracted.”

“I'm a distraction?”

“Usually,” he said with a soft smile playing on his lips. “Because it already takes a lot of control not to do this,” he said and then kissed me.

He pulled away and I frowned. “I could find entertainment. I’d steer away from you.”

“People work there, Lumex. You can't socialize with anyone. It’s a remote location in basically the middle of nowhere. You’d be bored. Here at least you have Brooke.”

“But I won’t have you. James, I’ve gone my whole life without knowing you. You can't take yourself away when things are finally working out for us.”

“I wouldn’t if I had a choice.” He wet his lips. “Lumex, I love you. You know that. So why is it so hard to convince yourself that I’ll come back. You know I will.”

“But what if something were to happen?” I chewed on my lip. “I don’t want to take the chance that you’ll never come back.”

He smiled. “Well now, who’s the one that they’re targeting? Me or you?”

“They could aim for both,” I said stubbornly. He laughed.

“Why always so mulish?” James said. He stroked my hair. “I guess it’s just what makes you, you.”

“One of a kind, can't get her in stores,” I mumbled dryly. James laughed. “Alright. I promise. But you have to keep yours as well.”

“Undoubtedly,” he agreed. He took my hand once more and placed something in there. “Happy birthday.” He kissed my cheek.

I opened my hand and found a little box sitting on my palm. It was one of those jewelry boxes. I shot him a curious look before opening it. I pulled out a necklace. The necklace was pure gold. The pendant was a rose that was wrapped in the stems of two other roses. I stared at it for a long time.

“You don’t like it?” James asked. He sounded hurt. “I could get you something else, it’s not a problem.”

“No. I love it, but—” I tried to stop the memory from flowing back into my mind, “—but I gave you this.”

James nodded. “Somewhere in your earliest lives. I can't recall the events, but I do remember this being your gift.” He curiously studied my face. “Do you remember what happened?”

“Not in detail,” I said. “I’ve found a memory, though.” James frowned. I had to look for the memory in my rattled mind and then delete some of the experience to spare me some explanation of how I knew this. “Any ideas of who those people were?”

“Not a clue,” he said pensively.

The door opened. Brooke entered with a box in her hands and Demetrius on her trail. I put away the necklace. James didn’t look up from the box in my hands. He was completely lost in thought. I looked away from him and gave Brooke and Demetrius a smile.

“Hey,” I said.

“Happy birthday, Lu,” Brooke said, skipping towards me and offering me her present. “You’re getting one later too, so don’t even start complaining.”

I laughed. “I'm sure that by the time I open that I’ll start complaining,” I said, pointedly eyeing the box in her hands that smelled like fabric.

“Oh, just be happy I was with Andrew while I shopped.” She smiled at the memory. “I was going to buy you this designer dress imported from Italy, but no, it had to be something more casual.”

I rolled my eyes and received my present. I placed James’s gift next to me. I unwrapped the gift and pulled out a pair of neon pink skinny jeans and a black My Chemical Romance t-shirt. So maybe I should thank Andrew for reasoning with Brooke. That’ll be an experience.

“Thanks, I love it,” I said, hugging her. “And what about you? No happy birthday from you either?” I teased Demetrius.

He smiled. “Happy millionth birthday, Lume,” he played. I stuck my tongue out at him and laughed at our inside joke. I put the clothes back in the box and looked back at James, concerned. “James?” I asked softly.

His eyes came back into focus and he stood. “Um, excuse me. I have to—see something.” He practically ran out of the room. I stared after him. What was up with him?

There was tension in the air even after I had dismissed my curiosity about James. Brooke spoke, “Um, I guess I’ll go check on Andrew,” she said, standing up. “He was a little stressed out when he saw all of your relatives, Lume.”

“’Kay,” I said, pushing aside her gift. I watched her leave. When I was sure that she wouldn’t come barging in, I sighed. “What’s wrong?” I asked.

Demetrius shrugged. “Lots of things. There’s global warming, cancer, poverty—”

“I mean, what’s bothering you right now,” I clarified. He looked away from me. “Demetrius,” I said annoyed.

He sighed and sat down on my bed. “Have you ever felt like there’s a little more to what you already know? Like there’s a missing piece in a puzzle?”

“Of course. History.”

“No. Not like that,” he hesitated. “I mean, have you ever felt like something important is going to happen, and you know all about it, but you just can't remember?”

I frowned. “I don’t really understand.”

He sighed exhausted. “Like, for example, um—when you used to look at your old room’s door, you’d say that there were mixed emotions there. Happiness and sadness, but you couldn’t understand why. You said that it was like there had been more than just the murder. You said it was like there was a reason behind it.”

“Yeah.” I pondered that. “Is that how you feel? But why?”

“I don’t know. It’s something about Rakesh. I'm positive about that. Maybe it’s from the time I was a servant, I don’t know. But, there’s something going on here. Something that I really just can't explain.”

“What? You think that they’re coming back or something? They shouldn’t, I decapitated him myself.”

“I don’t know. Maybe,” he let his thought trail off as he stared into space. A minute later he returned to me. “It doesn’t matter,” he said abruptly. “I'm probably just going insane. It’s contagious apparently.”

My jaw dropped. “Are you saying that I'm contagious?” I exclaimed.

“In a way,” he laughed. I grabbed my pillow and hit him in the head. The blow didn’t seem to do anything. “Okay, I might have deserved that,” he snickered. “But, I didn’t come here to talk to you about that.”

“Well, what is it?” I sat up and looked at him in the eye.

He looked a little distressed. I noticed now that his hair was messy and he had bruise like circles under his eyes, as if he hadn't slept for days.

“When you were staked, did you see anything after you were unconscious?” he asked. I stared at him. “Anything at all?”

“Well,” I hesitated.

I didn’t like the memory. I was still in shock from that dream that I had had. Still though, I explained to him my dream. I watched his face turn grim as I began talking about the ghosts that I saw. I went into detailed description about the boy that had been there and about the scenery. The boy hadn't seemed to be his objective though.

“That’s…not good,” he finally said after a moment of silence. “How many did you say that there were?”

“I don’t know, like a million.” I watched him twist around the wooden block in his hand. He had asked for it right when I had gone into detail about my theory. It apparently was an important artifact.

“And are you sure that they were talking about this?” Demetrius lifted the block of wood so that I could see it. I reread the inscription.

“That’s what it seemed like.” I paused. “Do you have any idea what that is exactly?”

“I have an idea,” he responded, looking back down at the wood. “For a while now, I’ve known of an object magical like this one. Very similar. It is a rare object. There are only two in existence. They are weapons that change material according to the creature that you are attacking. If it’s a vampire, then it will be wood, and so on. The weapon absorbs some information from the swords master. Though, it is not absorbing energy. It only does this the first few times, because it is learning about its carrier. That way, it decides on an appropriate weapon for its carrier. It won’t change forms ever again, and it usually gets it right the first time, but the blade will.  I don’t know how it works, but I was told that the two have different names. One of them is the orbitas verve which is the weapon that is meant to both kill and protect. The other is the vivacity, which is meant to save lives.”

“But those are real words. Not something ancient. They are common.”

“Where do you think that humans got the words from?” he asked, looking at me like it was the stupidest thing that he had ever heard.

“No comment,” I muttered.

He smiled, humored. “Continuing,” he said, “this might just be one of those. It sure does look like it.”

“Okay, but it isn’t mine, though. It says that it’s the belonging of the princess of the middles. Who is that?”

“Well, consulting my vast knowledge of experiences in Black Moon, I would have to say that this princess of the middle is either a heroine or a saint that is praised by the gods.”

“How are you so sure though?” I folded my hands in my lap and stared at the block of wood.

“I have my resources.” He read the engraving. Then he frowned. “Okay, so maybe it’s neither,” he mused. “Saints and heroes usually have a nice little gift that helps them tell the difference from good and evil. So, I'm putting my money on the theory that this girl is a very important princess. The gods don’t give gifts to just anyone, you know?”

“Well no, duh!” I exclaimed. I sighed and let my head hang back. “Well it’s more information than we started with. Thanks, Demetrius. We at least know what this thing does.”

“Now the question is, why does it work when you use it?” he finished. “These granted objects usually only work for one person. So why does this scythe—which I'm guessing is the orbitas verve—allow you to see its form? I mean, we know that you are a strange supernatural creature, but this is just illogical.”

I sighed. “Let’s face it, Demetrius,” I said. “Nothing has ever been logical when it comes to me.”

He grimaced. “It is true that things have not necessarily been logical at first glance, but if you really think about it, then you’ll see how much sense everything makes.” I lifted my head and stared at him. His green eyes were serious. “Everything connects in a way. It all leads to something. And from what I have seen, it is usually something grand.”

“Don’t try to reason with me,” I muttered more to myself than to him. He laughed anyways. I got back on track. “So what you’re basically saying is that I am not done with my adventure?” He shrugged. “Joy,” I mumbled sarcastically.

“I can look into this if you want,” Demetrius offered. “I’ll probably come up with an answer sooner or later.”

“No, just leave it alone. We will find out soon enough.” I sighed. “If we were meant to find out about it right when we saw it, then we’d already have the answer. But, since we do not, I am leaving it alone until the answer comes by itself.”

Demetrius looked at me startled. “Did they give you Tylenol again?” he immediately asked.

“Yup.”

“Well, this is going to be interesting,” he chuckled. “I remember that last time you were given medicine, you were skipping around, all cheery and, frankly, nuts.” We laughed.

“Well, I'm sorry that human remedies don’t work on me like they do on you.”

“I tried to tell Orion not to give you the medicine, but he said to do it because of the human nurses.”

“Blah! I don’t care. You should have just told him to knock me out with a baseball bat, that way the pain would be concentrated and I wouldn’t be so out of it.”

Demetrius laughed. “You seem perfectly at ease.”

“On the outside, maybe,” I added. “On the inside I'm seeing rainbows and butterflies and people skipping around and dancing polka. It’s gross.” Demetrius laughed for the third time in a row. He’s in a good mood, even though he doesn’t look so good. “Hey, what happened to you?” I asked. “You look like you haven't slept in days.”

“Oh, I just haven't fed in a few days,” he said simply. “This is what happens to me when I don’t feed.”

“No bloodlust?” I asked startled.

“Of course there is. Though, vampires can go with no blood for up to a week as long as they don’t go near any.”

“But we’re in a hospital,” I said.

“Then I'm apparently in trouble, wouldn’t you think?” he joked. “Don’t worry, Lumex. Orion is gonna gift me some of the blood that they keep stored down in the blood bank.”

“Yummy,” I teased. His smile widened. “Just go get your blood,” I shooed him. “Don’t worry about all of this. We’ll figure this thing out eventually.”

“Alright.” He stood and handed me the orbitas verve. He gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Happy birthday, Lumex.”

I gave him a small smile and then watched him leave. As soon as he walked through the door, James slid into the room. I frowned. No dirty looks today?

“Jamie, are you okay?” I asked softly.

He hesitated. “I’ve been better.” He appeared by my side. “I’ve been thinking about Bloom,” he admitted.

“What about her?”

“Those people look familiar. I’ve been showing the memory to Andrew and everyone else, and they don’t know who those people are.” I was about to tell him the same thing that I told Demetrius, but he added something a little more shocking. “We are not exactly sure of who those people are, but I can tell you that there is only one person in these worlds that has such a killer expression.” He hesitated before announcing the name. “Osiris.”

“Who?” I rummaged through my brain for the place where I had heard that name before. It sounded so familiar.

“In Egyptian mythology, Isis is the queen of life and Osiris, her husband, is the king of the dead,” James explained. “Nobody has actually seen them in person for millions of years, because of who knows what, but Osiris is described to have black eyes that’ll penetrate through all of your barriers and kill you with one look.”

“Okay, so what you’re saying is that that person is Osiris and that he was taking a stroll around town with three humans?” I searched for the right words. “Maybe you’d like to think about what you’re saying and make sense to it.” I sighed. “Honestly, why in the world would a god be walking around with a group of humans?”

“Do you have a better explanation?” James challenged.

“No. But it’s just not reasonable. Think about it, James.” I pushed off my covers and faced him. “How does that make sense? From what I remember, the gods created us, but they watched from a distance.”

“True, but, Lumex, those people are not humans. They don’t have to be.” He put his head on my lap. “You are so beautiful every time. You could have been a vampire. You could have been one of their servants for all we know. Someone that follows the gods around and makes sure that nothing happens to them. That’s usually what happens. Two or more people are usually with a god.” He picked up one of my hands and began playing with my fingers.

“Well, that makes a little more sense,” I said pensively. “James, why is it that the gods don’t interact with us?”

He sighed. “It isn’t known for sure. But, legend tells that once, one of the gods fell in love with one of the creatures she had created. She was ready to give up everything for him. Her heritage, her  powers, her rightful place next to Isis. She was going to ruin her life, but she was in love. She left with him. They say that she was still a goddess, but less protected and with only half of her powers.”

“That doesn’t explain much, though.”

“Because I'm not done. You’re very impatient today,” he snickered. “Well, one day, she was out picking grapes. She was going to serve those when she and the gods got together that afternoon for a meeting. But, while she was rinsing out those grapes, they say that a human shot an arrow at her and killed her. Since she did not have her immortality any longer, she perished.” He paused for a moment, as if considering something. “When the remainder of the gods arrived, they found the ex-goddess dead and decided that it was too dangerous to interact with any of their creations. So, they shut off all connections that they had with any of them.”

I pondered that story. It made sense that the gods wouldn’t want to come back down to risk losing someone else. So, I really couldn’t put up an argument against any of that.

“Ready to go?” James asked, lifting his head from my lap. “They said that you could leave as soon as you awoke.”

“I don’t want to go yet.”

“Why not?”

“The drugs are still working. I'm not going in public while polka music is still playing in my head.” I stubbornly spread the sheets back over me.

He laughed. “Well, I really don’t think that Molly will let you stay any longer.”

“Why is that?”

“Because your party starts in two hours.”

I looked over at the window. The sun was still pretty high in the sky. It’s at least four o’ clock. How had it gotten so late so soon?

I sighed. “Well, I guess it’s time to start the party down in hell,” I joked. James laughed and helped me up.

“Wait,” James stopped me.

“What?” I asked from the door. I was ready to get out of the hospital, but I wasn’t ready to go get my hair and everything else done.

“Hold up,” he said. He set down my presents on the bed and grabbed the box where the necklace he had gifted me was in. He pulled it out and walked over to me. “Wear it.”

I rolled my eyes, but lifted my hair so that he could put it on me, replacing the old lumex necklace. “How’s it look?” I asked when he stepped back to examine it.

“I have to say, the necklace is rather dull when compared to you.” I smiled and wrapped my arms around his neck. He brought his head down and kissed me.


 


 

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