Stone Cold

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{Adele}

I look over at Julian as I walk through the house trying to remember anything about this place. Anything familiar at all. I've been trying really hard to remember my life, the one taken from me, the one given to me. I don't think I am either of those people anymore. Not without memories. Not without the years of knowledge gained from those memories. I am a blank slate. I have a name, a brother, I have a home. Other than that I am who I make myself to be.

I look over at Julian who watches me as he takes a sip of that thick red liquid. I don't know why I gave him my blood. He asked and I felt like I needed to. He's my brother, I can't imagine that we would hurt me. My body holds some fear towards him, the creature he is. He is nothing like me. He is cold, physically and mentally. He walks around like a ghost, never making a sound. It kind of creepy if you think about it.

"The King brothers?" He raised his eyebrows in question. "I was unable to kill them?" He nods sighing as he takes another sip of the thick liquid his eyes meeting mine. "Adeline, I mean I was sent to kill them. Will I get that option again? If they're really as bad as you say they are and it's true that they took my memories. I would like to kill them myself. If that is the kind of person I am." I see a large smirk form on his face and he stands up wrapping his arms around me. My eyes widen and I'm not sure if I should hug him back.

"There's the Adeline I remember. Of course, you will have the opportunity to go after them again. This time we have to have a better plan though. More time to practice. I'm not going to lose you again to those brothers." I smile softly wrapping my arms around my brother returning this hug. "You must be tired. Your room is right up the stairs first door in the left." I nod smiling pulling away from his grip. The instant he mentions it I yawn heading up the wooden stairs. This is a very old house. Seems like he has kept it in shape though. He must have waited a long time. I look down the dark halls some kind of familiarity hitting me. Like I have walked through similar halls. Is this a memory from my life before the King brothers or is this before them. I can't tell.

I push open the door hearing the floorboards creek underneath my feet as I advance into the room. I look at the large bed against one of the walls facing the large glass windows. I don't remember learning what these objects are but something inside of me knows what they are. Maybe common sense is something that can't be taken away.

I close my eyes moving over to the bed collapsing on it. My headaches from the stress of today, my arm feels heavy from the blood loss. I just want to sleep. As I lay in the bed I feel a pain in my heart, my breath picks up as I feel like someone is crushing my throat. Tears spill from my eyes as I gasp for air. What is wrong with me? I want to cry out for Julian but something stops me. The pain stops and I feel like there is someone whispering in my ear. The voice is so low I can't make out what they are saying. I can tell that it's a man's voice. I tilt my head in confusion as my body reacts to what is happening. It feels warm, safe. Safer than I have felt since I came here. I close my eyes leaning back in the bed wrapping myself in the blankets allowing the voice to calm me. I wish I could hear what he was saying. I wish I knew what was happening. I feel so lost and his voice makes me feel like I know who I am for a moment. As quick as the voice came is disappears leaving me lying there in complete darkness.

That voice made me feel like someone more than anything has today, I don't even know who it belongs to. Who was that? Was it one of the King brothers? Was it someone I loved? Someone I trusted? I don't know if I have someone waiting up at night for me to return only to have me never return. I just don't remember if I have someone like that. I have Julian, my brother. I should trust him, he's helped me. He's given me food, clothing, a roof over my head, a bed to sleep in. He hasn't been hostile towards me. He's just shown me kindness. But I don't get that feeling around him that I felt when I heard that voice.


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