Lacuna: Gap or missing part, esp. in a document or series.
Lacunar amnesia: is the loss of memory about one specific event. It is a type of amnesia that leaves a lacuna in the record of memory.
This is my attempt in filling the gap. I hope you like it. It's probably a bit ooc, but it had to be for it to work.
(To anyone on my author alert: even if you have no idea what Young Dracula is, you can probably still read this. The story is from the point of view of a character who had his memory of what happened in the entire series wiped clean. This story follows him as he tries to recover his memory. So if you don't know about YD, then you'll be in the same boat as Robin. The story will be harder and more confusing for you, but it is hard and confusing for Robin, so in fact you may well get a better insight into the character if you've never watched YD.)
1. There is Someone Following me
"Hush, child. I don't have much time," he says with a smooth very English-gentry voice. My eyes are wide and my nostrils flare as I take a step backwards. He steps forwards, right into my space, right up close. My insides shatter and I pull away into a run, back the way I came. My feet slap against the pavement and echo off the buildings.
"Come now, peasant." I have run full pelt into the same man. How did he…how? He was right there and now he's right here. No one can move that fast. No one. I lick my lips and stare up at him, the colour from my face draining into the colour of his. Muscles scream. Instincts and adrenaline pump through me like fire in my veins. But I can't move. His eyes are golden and I cannot move. There is nothing I can do, other than drink in his features, read his expressions. They are so familiar, yet so alien. My head feels cloudy. There is something in my head that is making a connection, but I can't find it. Feels like I'm swimming through blood, trying to figure it out, this connection, this flash of a lost memory.
The man's features bend and flicker and his throat makes a creaky-smooth "ah," sound before he speaks some more. "I forgot. I am not meant to call you a peasant. Now…what was it?" his eyes dart off as the cogs in his brain mesh together and whirr. "Robin!" he says, very glad that he's remembered. He's remembered right. That is my name. But I don't know his. The cogs in my own brain are whirring, searching for his name. I know it. I knew it. It's too cloudy, and I'm too freaked out.
"I see that you have changed, grown older these past few years. Something that you mortals do much faster than I. Or at least that's how it would be if that dratted girl hadn't had her way." It's like he's going to say more. But the air quivers and thunders and screams. His eyes dart and his face becomes panicked. I still can't move.
"She's found me out. The Slayer boy clearly was not a long enough distraction for her." The air screams again, distantly. The man's eyes sharpen and he leans in closer to me. "Robin, this is deadly important: Vlad is in danger. She's been playing with the stakes. Putting garlic in his coffin. Boredom gnaws at her. Nearly three years and no change. Still he sleeps. I do all she says just to keep him from harm. But she grows bored. And he does not wake. We thought when he turns 16 he would wake, yet his birthday bought no change. He ages as you do, but that is all. She wants change and she will change him. She stole my strength from the blood mirror. I am powerless. If I make a move then she will make no qualms in slaying him." This is said all very fast. The words bleed together. I lose some of them, the connecting words. It comes out like a code.
The man looks more freaked out than I feel, and I feel really, really freaked out right now. His eyes move from mine and jolt around our scene, like he hears something in the shadows. "My son helped you. Now you help him." And then I am alone. I can move. Where the hell did that guy go? I didn't even see him take a step away and he was just gone, like a puff of smoke or something. I run a trembling hand through sweaty hair and shake my head. Overload. This is all too weird. It's time to go home.
All through dinner my head is hidden under clouds. I can't get those words out of my head; the cold man with golden eyes and his coded words. I want to understand them, break them down and sort them out into the right order. My family try to engage me in conversation, but it flies right over me and they give it up.
I don't sleep well. My dreams are infested with echoes of the past. There are things in my head that are hidden under sheets. Memories that are blurred. When I was fourteen I suffered from a sudden, unexplained lacunar amnesia. My family also suffered from the same thing. But out of all of us, I lost the most time. A year of my life blipped out of my reach. I do not know where I was, what I did, who I was with. Neither does anyone else.
I was an outcast anyway, but then suddenly became even more of a freak in the eyes of my class peers. I don't know why. I don't know what I did. But since then I have been more alone than ever before. It's got to the point that I don't want anyone to come near me. I feed off solitude. There is a void within me that nothing and no one can fill. Whatever happened in that lost year stole part of me away. I didn't just lose memories, I lost something else. I just can't remember what. All I know is that something is missing, something other than my sense of humour.
Chapter 2 will be put up right away. I really appreciate feedback. Please could you leave a review. I will never improve if I don't know how people respond to my writing. You can find more of my writing at my website .
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(This is an edited version of chapter 1. Thanks to Karierte for the advice)