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I stood, soaked to my core, and watched the bus drive off; leaving me surrounded by the apocalyptic town that would now be my new home. I don't think I'd call this place new though. I could recall, in a distorted déjà vu like way that I'd been here before; in this exact spot trying to remember what I was supposed to be doing. Of course, staying dry was not one of those things. I let out a sigh and glanced at the letter that was in my hands. The paper was soaking up water like a sponge. In a few minutes it was going to be illegible, but that was okay. I had memorized this letter a thousand times over the bus ride here. I knew every period, comma and sadly, every word.

Welcome to SpenserAcademy, on behalf of Provost Higgins and the school, we are delighted in your enrollment. A meeting has been set up between yourself and the Provost for Saturday at 9:00. We look forward to continuing your education...

I knew I should remember why this was always so hard but the memories had been suppressed. I hoped this time it would be different but I had eternity to make amends. Maybe this time I would actually succeed in my mission. If not, another name, another time, another try. As many times as I had been here the rain never seemed to stop bothering me. Maybe because what I could remember was set on a night not too unlike this one. Of course, I hadn't died yet. The night might be looking up.

I heard a honk and turned towards the headlights that were covering my body. Deep inside me I knew that this was new. This hadn't been in any of the memories or distorted dreams I was able to keep. Thunder rumbled as the driver honked again. I looked at the man behind the wheel and sighed. "Fuck..."

"Hmm." The man said stepping out of the vehicle. The car was old, money wasting, I didn't care and couldn't recall the make. Another girl, another time and I would have gladly told you what was under the hood. But this time around I was doing it differently.

I looked up at him, he towered over my small 5'2 frame and I frowned. It was going to be a long night and I had only been in Ipswich for 10 minutes.

"Your guardian is waiting." He said opening the door for me. I guess I was playing the rich bitch this time and hopefully it would be the last time I would ever be here. I was very tired of keeping my names and stories straight. At least this time I had blocked the previous memories, the previous attempts until they were needed.

"Ms. Mead?" The driver asked and motioned for me to get in the car. I sighed. At least this time around I had a better history and most importantly a better name. Of course, I couldn't tell if it was better than the ones I once answered to because names were just identities, they weren't solutions. The only thing comforting was that it was my original name, the one that I was given the first time I was born. That had to be a sign as well. Because I had let myself remember the names; all of them, recycled and reused in hopes of getting the desired result. But this name was never used after the initial naming of me. But now, maybe the book would close and I could finish my task. Maybe by the Order recycling who I was originally, even after the mistakes and faults, I could finally end the curses that were placed on my kinship; on me.

The car ride was long or short; either one worked. I was tired and 9:00 would come early. It always did. I glanced again at the letter. The paper still wet from the assault.

Ms...

Ms. Miles P...

Ms. Miles P. Mead.

I kept trying to re-read the letter but it didn't matter. It was there; my name, my new, old life inked on paper silently mocking me. I couldn't help but feel that the bleeding ink was foreshadowing the doubt, the blood and ultimately the death that was inevitable with me being back in Ipswich. I didn't want to die. Didn't that matter? No, of course not. I had to right this wrong, even if I had failed hundreds of times before, it was my task and I would not rest until I had saved who I was meant to save.

My guardian or rather the man pretending to be my guardian greeted me at the door. "Thank you Tomas." He told the driver, "You are dismissed until tomorrow."

"Ms. Mead." Tomas said lowering his head to me in a nod. I spit out a laugh. I was no Lady. Not in this time.

"Would you like to see your home?" The man asked me as I shrugged. It didn't matter, a bed was a bed. Of course, this was a large home. I'm sure the bed had to be hotel worthy or at least fuck worthy. That was all that mattered really. I chuckled, apparently my bad attitude was still with me and I felt sorry for the ones that would cross my path tomorrow.

"Well, I'm showing you anyway." He replied curtly. "Give me your bag."

I handed him the worn leather satchel. "Just tell me where to go and I'll be there. I don't need you to baby-sit me, in fact why are you even with me."

"You have failed at this before." He was weary; as if he knew what he was saying was a weight on the world. "The Order only hopes to have you succeed this time. If you fail in this universe we will have to wait another 75 years for a chance like this one."

"What's so special about this time? Haven't we recycled my soul enough to know that it's hopeless? I have failed before. I will fail again." I didn't want to believe it. I had a feeling that this time was different. But I couldn't remember if I had felt that way each time. Maybe locking my past memories away wasn't so smart. Time would tell if it would be what saves me or what kills me. "Just show me the damn book and where my body can rest. I have a meeting at 9:00 and you're pissing me off."

He too lowered his head and I let out a growl. "Stop. If I have to share my life with you this time around, I refuse to have you acting like a fool. We are not Lord and Lady anymore. I renounced that. I will always renounce that."

"You will sing a different tune when you change our course. Don't you remember why we keep saving your soul? You're the one in the legend. You're the one that we've been waiting for."

"Me? Or some version of me? I can't remember who saves the blood inside our veins anymore. In fact, I don't want to know anything about the past until my memories unlock themselves. I agreed to this with that stipulation for a reason."

"You are wrong in thinking that knowledge is your weakness. I fear you gave up your greatest strength. It is your soul who is going to save our secret not your name. If you just let yourself remember." He answered before whispering, "Besides, it's laughable to think you have any control over what you agree too. It is your fault this curse is among us. You alone must find a way to unlock the key."

I sighed, "I grow weary of this talk. Where is my room?"

He nodded once more with a testing look before picking up my bag and traveling the length of the hall. "Pick a room. This whole house is yours but of course, you wouldn't remember that."

I took the bag forcefully from his hands and hastily replied, "Thank you. Goodnight."

I heard him sigh and mumble words that caused my body to shut inside its self. "Our blood is finished."

I don't remember sleeping or claiming a room but exhaustion will do that to you. I let out a sigh and turned to the phone. It was small and weighed nothing; just what I needed another thing to tote around.

The book across the room caught my eye. The note on top falling to the ground as I pulled the book to my heart. I opened the first page and smiled. Comfort in the penmanship that had followed me throughout the years but not in the words they left.

If you are reading this, you have failed.

I grumbled and threw the book down. There would be time later to remember spells and summon power. Now it was late and the Provost wouldn't wait forever. I walked to the room that would now be my bathroom. It was large enough to be a house or at least a bedroom of its own. I ran water in the claw foot tub and sighed.

"How regal and nice." I thought, removing the clothing that was now modern fashion. I looked down at the water as it filled. I never did like water, or fire or stones. Of course death by any of those things is less than refreshing. And let me say I've had my share of unpleasant.

The water was hot. My body turning red as time slowly passed. I would have stayed all day if I hadn't needed to meet the Provost. Provost Higgins, he sounded like a dirty man that found one joy from teaching at a boarding school; girls in uniforms.

Well, he had another thing coming if he thought I was going to succumb to his title that easy. I had my own plans for him and clothing was definitely mandatory.

I rose out of the tub and sighed, I had forgotten my change of clothes in the bedroom. I made to leave when I finally glanced in the mirror. My breath caught as I saw my face for the first time. My hair was dark like onyx and my bangs swept choppily across the left side of my face, completely covering my left eye. I blinked when I found that my eyes where the clearest shade of blue; ocean blue. My face was smooth and pale. I was beautiful. When the Order told me this time would be different they weren't kidding.

I hastily dressed in what was in the closet. Again, the Order not sparing any expense so I would fit in. The dress was simple; black with a bubbled under bottom. I would have found it beautiful if the neck wasn't cut so low. I felt very exposed with my cleavage that visible.

"Clothing keeps getting tighter and shorter." I said out loud; sadly realizing that my sexuality would be at the forefront of this mission instead of my brain.

"But it is fitting for such a picturesque lady." I heard and turned sharply to the voice. Tomas. His eyes were giving him away. Even if I didn't have the power to feel his essence I could tell in the way his eyes undressed me that he wanted me. It was meant as a form of flattery I'm sure but I had to force myself not to wince as he licked his lips hungrily. "Are you ready to see the Provost?"

"Of course." I said sliding into a pair of black heels; Jimmy Choo the labels read. "I was born ready."

He chuckled. The double meaning not missed. I hated Tomas. I tried to calm myself in the car and focus on the energy and power that was awakening in my blood. As my blood pumped faster I felt my head get lighter. "Tomas" I said threateningly.

"Sorry, my lady." He replied with a grin. "I can't help but feed off of you when you're so vulnerable. It is so seductive."

"That reason is why you are merely a driver now and not an official member of the Order. You were renounced. Don't make me banish you." I said. The last part of course was beyond my power now that Tomas was mostly human. The Order bound his powers more than 100 tries ago. He didn't follow the rules and now he was a slave because he had ruined the mission and compromised the secrets. He was the reason the last successful attempt had failed. He had seduced a woman and that woman was too important to have been violated with his seed. The Order couldn't save her and the woman had to be replaced. I was that replacement. I was the child that spawned from that violation. Of course, Tomas wasn't really my father. Tomas was a human shell for the power he once held. His own bloodline cursed. I was the bond of passion and power. The power was removed from Tomas before his Using killed him. My mother exploded when they removed her heart. And here I was trying to save men like Tomas from spending the rest of their lives dead. I hadn't been a very good guardian; I kept dying because of the seduction. It was my curse and I needed it to end.

My head filled with moans and my body tingled; I let out a painful sigh. The memories were slowly unlocking themselves with the release of my power. Soon I would remember the choices that I made in the previous attempts in this time and hopefully I wouldn't make the same mistakes again. The survival of my blood needed me to make the right choices this time.

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