A/N: Well just a new story I came up with. I'm trying to write it every free chance I get at work. I hope it's interesting enough to continue. But since it won't leave me alone. I will write until I'm blocked. Anyway I hope you enjoy it. Any ideas, suggestions are welcome. It's not a sappy romance... trust me. I got motivated thanks to Rufuszz and his motivation for original stories. Thanks :)
(All the characters belong to me. It's all original.)
Italics are for thoughts.
Grey Lillies
by
Meli J Nightly
Stairs. I remember falling from them. At least I think I do. It seems like a far off dream. Maybe it wasn't me who was falling from those stairs... But if felt so real. That man too... who is he? That man screaming my name... was it my name? My name.... I wonder.
The girl grimaced at the pain she felt when the sunlight blinded hercompletely. It was as if she was living in a dark cave for years and was finally able to see the bright light. She closed her eyes once more trying to avoid the stinging pain and little by little she welcomed the light into her eyes. Blinking many times to get her eyes comfterable to her surroundings.
"Where am I?" She asked to no one in particular. But it wasn't that exact question the one she was most afraid of, it was by far a different one. "Who am I?"
She looked around now utterly panicking. Confusion, loneliness, restlessness and a mixture of so many feelings bombarding her being.
"Oh! You're awake dear. That's just great! The young master will be so happy to know that you're just fine." A nurse of advanced age came to her room with a cheery smile on her face.
Young master? Her head was spinning. Each time she forced herself to remember the headache just grew stronger. She rocked back and forth with her head burried in her arms. The nurse became alarmed and started screaming for a doctor to come over.
"What's going on. Samantha are you okay? Can-you-understand-what-I-am-saying?" The doctor enunciated. Of course she understood what he was saying, she was not deaf or impaired. But that one name caught her attention...
"My name... my name is Samantha?"
The doctor along with the old nurse looked at eachother with confusion plastered on their faces. The man in the white coat approached her and began to question her. "Do you know who I am?" He asked as if the answer should be yes.
"N-no."
"Do you remember me?" The old lady asked expectantly also with a hint of the answer to be yes. Inside of her she believed that she had to know them but she couldn't remember them. Her head began to spin once again. She placed a hand on her forehead and the nurse gave the doctor a worried look.
"Okay. One more question. Do you know who you are?"
The girls eyes shot up, she shivered at the fact that she did not know how to answer that. Or more likely she knew the answer but she didn't like it, as a last effort she tried to play her name over and over in her mind. But she could not remember, the name Samantha did not trigger anything at all. "Why can't I remember anything?" She whispered.
"It's okay Samantha. Don't force yourself child. Do you know what this is?" The doctor picked up a vase with flowers.
"It's a vase. And those are lillies..." Somehow that triggered something in her mind. She remembered that she loved lillies. But she restrained herself from telling that to the doctor for she wasn't even sure of what was real and what wasn't.
"Good. Seems you haven't lost all of your memory, I'll be back with you in just a moment." With that the doctor left with the nurse right behind him.
The girl known as Samantha placed her head back to the pillow and watched the ceiling. Her mind completely blank.
Oo.o.o.O
"It seems that Samantha has lost part of her memory."
A tall elegant man stared out the window, the doctor gulped when he saw the man clench his fist while he was still giving his back to him. "Will she ever recover her memory?"
"She might be able to recover it in due time... however we have received reports of cases in which the patient neverrecovers it." The doctor stepped back a few inches just in case the tall elegant man turned into a dangerous one, he was known for his violent nature after all.
But the tall man did nothing of that sort instead he took a deep breath and turned to the doctor. "I guess it is for the best. That she doesn't remember anything, that is. So she's not able to remember anyone, including me?"
"It seems so. She's able to remember all the normal things, like eating, taking care of herself. It seems that the only part that is missing is her past and of the people she has met. Maybe there's something painful she really wanted to forget about and she ended up blocking all of her past while she was unconscious. Or maybe there was something she unconsciously did not want to forget and she tried to hard to not forget it that it ended up affecting her memory. The mind has always been a mystery to us. We'll just have to see how she progresses. If I may ask..." he stopped for a moment, but he mustered up the courage to ask him, "what happened to her?"
The man walked past him and opened the door. Without turning around and with a chilling tone he answered, "that does not concern you. Do not mention anything to Samantha. I will take her home tomorrow."
"But we still need to-" Without letting the doctor finish his explanation the door was slammed.
Before leaving the hospital he decided to visit Samantha. As he was about to turn the knob on her door, he stopped to think about how he would feel when she couldn't recognize him... or worse what if she did. His hand stopped midway and he turned to leave. He would wait. "Until tomorrow, I will wait Sam."
O.o.o.O
Time for her went by oh so slowly. As if it was playing games with her. No one had come to see her and she was feeling lonely and afraid. As far as she knew she had no life. She could remember faint things, like things she might like. "I like lillies." But she hated fish. How could she not remember she hated fish? She stared at the plate of barely bitten fish sticks on her table. It was sad to only remember a few things. "What if I'm allergic to something. I might die." She laughed at that though, right now it wouldn't matter if she died, for it was as if she hadn't lived at all. Having no memories was like... "being empty."
She grabbed her stomach softly with her hand as she walked down the long hallway of the hospital. He stomach was bruised and it pained her when she moved too much. If only she could remember how she got those bruises, it would explain a lot. But no one was giving her any answers... in fact it seemed like the doctors and the nurses were avoiding her. The hallway was empty it was like she was the only living soul there. No person in sight. After walking and walking all she could think about was the one thing that bothered her, who was the young master that the old nurse mentioned. And why wasn't he there to see her. What was she to him? And why was he going to be happy that she was okay, was it because he had something to do with what happened to her? Or did he save her? So many questions, yet no answers.
A loud commotion caught her attention and a man storming out of a room with a torn expensive suit and a bandage around his head. The man looked angry, Samantha stood still and sighed in relief as the man brushed past her. A few inches away the man came to a halt. "Samantha?" The man asked while he turned around to face her.
Samantha's eyes opened wide. She slowly turned around to face the man who had called out her name, it wasn't like in the dream, it wasn't that man's voice. But she was still curious. "Do you know me?"
The man had a quizzical look on his face. "Know you? Of course I know you. Are you okay?"
Her mind felt like it was starting to work a thousand miles per hour. There was one theory she had that this man who actually knew her name was the man who actually saved her from God knows who and that is why he was injured too. Another theory he could be the young master that the old woman was talking about. However he did not look young at all more like in his mid forties, so that would flunk her second theory, but then again the old nurse was pretty old. Either way this man happened to know her and it was the perfect opportunity to know what exactly happened to her and to learn a bit of herself.
"If you know me. Could you be the master that the old nurse was actually talking about?"
"Master. Your master?" He asked with a cocked eyebrow while the young lady looked at him expectantly.
"So you do know who I am... and you know what actually happened to me? I lost my memory it seems. And I have no idea of who I am."
"Hasn't anyone told you who you are? Or who do you belong to?"
"Belong?" she asked as if that word resounded in her head. "You belong to me." The voice was the same one she had heard in her dreams. But who was it?
And somehow his face lit up and a smirk embedded his face, a malicious smirk that Samantha dismissed. "Of course Sammy, did you forget about me? You belong to me. I am your master."
When he said those words her heart did not jump like that voice she had heard before. This time the way that man said it was kind of chilling. His eyes seemed ill mannered and she was now more scared than interested. "You're my master?"
"Yes dear. I own you. And what happened to you was really bad. I was saddened to think you might've died."
Somehow that made her believe that the man was actually telling her the truth. But her heart was screaming out something she just couldn't understand.
"What happened to me? Where you sir the one to save me?" She asked shyly.
The man looked thoughtful for a while until he finally answered. "You just had a terrible accident. Some men were after you, it was lucky I was near that area and that I could actually save you in time. But I'm glad it wasn't any worse."
Samanthat looked at her savior, "I am now in your debt sir. I owe you my life." She curtsied, something she felt that she had done before.
"Well then. I am just glad you are okay," his eyes looked back and forth to the sides of the empty hallway, "has anyone come to visit you?"
"Visit me? Other than the doctor and the nurses, no one else, sir. Was somebody important supposed to visit me?"
"No, no of course not. You don't have any family other than us. That is my wife Mrs. Winchester and me. You may call me Mr. Winchester as you always do." He said words a little bit faster then usua.
"Well I thank you Mr. Winchester, for your kindness."
The man nodded and proceded to ask. "Are you feeling better?"
"Yes sir. I'm feeling a little bit better. And I am looking forward to serving you and maybe you can tell me a little bit about me or of what I do, so I can get my memory back."
"I'll be more than glad to help you with that. After all, you belong to me. I will take good care of you. Now go get dressed and we will leave." Mr. Winchester said as he placed an arm around the girls lean shoulder. His cold touche gave her shivers down her spine. There was something quite strange about him and she just didn't know what it was. But so far he was the only one giving her clear answers. There was no denying that he knew something if not everything about her. She did as she was told and without saying a word he left with him. The feeling of being lonely was slowly starting to dissapear, but the feeling of anxiety was building up. Would she ever get her memory back?
O.o.o.O
The long line of trees. The air. Riding in a big fancy car, there was something about it all. She had done it before. "Am I starting to actually remember? " While Samantha was lost in thought, she couldn't help but notice that Mr. Winchester kept looking at her. His gaze pierced through her skin, she derived her attention to the outside of her window, she didn't want to think anything bad about the man who had saved her life. She held on tightly to the lillies she saw in had in her room, someone must've left them there for her, she did not have the nerve to ask if it was Mr. Winchester who left them there for her. The lillies were brighter then the usual lillies you would be able to see in the wild, they looked rare yet so beautiful.
Her expression turned into an awe as a large gate opened to make way for the automovile. The house was big, even the entrance itself was enormous. As she stepped out of the car her anxiety returned.
"Are you alright?" Mr. Winchester asked with a worried tone.
Samantha placed a hand to her chest. "Yes. I'm alright. Thank you."
The front french like doors opened and a tall graceful blond woman came out to greet her husband. She could not disimulate her confused expression at seeing the fragile looking woman next to her beloved husband.
"Wha-"
Before she could say anything else, her husband swiftly spoke before she could say anything that might ruin his precious plan. "My love, Samantha is fine. I bet you thought she was fairly injured, but I have bought her home at last."
Mrs. Winchester was at lost for words. Her husband quickly moved in to give her a quick peck and guided her inside the house.
"Take the girl inside. Give her something to eat... if she asks you anything do not answer," Mr. Winchester murmured to one of the butlers. The butler nodded and obediently went to do what he was ordered to do.
Meanwhile Mr. Winchester locked his wife and himself in his office.
"What in the world are you thinking?! Have you lost your mind?!" Mrs. Winchester let out everything she had been holding back.
"Oh calm down woman. She was in the hospital and I was in the hospital too. It was fate. Besides she lost her memory, she doesn't know who she is and she said that no one had told her anything. It seems that he didn't go visit her either."
"And don't you think that's a bit odd. Do you know what HE will do to us if he finds out you bought her here!? Do you care so little about my life and yours. How about our son,!? Is he not important to you Charles?!" The exasperated woman cried out. She was about to pluck her hair out from her husband's insanity.
"Do not raise your voice at me. I did it because its time he pays for what he has done to me. Its because of him our company will not grow. He's a violent and vicious man and now I have his most precious treasure," he informed his wife pleased as if he had found the 8th wonder of the world.
"That Woman. Why is that woman so special? She always looked like a regular maid to me. A poor lowlife girl."
"She, my dear. Is a genious with numbers. It is her who has helped him and his father create the empire that they have today," he explained nonechalantly.
Mrs. Winchester looked at him in disbelief, "The reason they have their little empire is because they kill anyone who gets in their way. And you were almost going to be killed too! You cannot go defying him."
"His old man is dead and now only he is left with his brother. I know I can make him move out of the way. Its time for a new empire to rise. My empire. We will be the most powerful family in Versailles."
"You really will not rest until you get us all killed." She sighed at seeing she had no other choice but to agree with everything her husban said. "And how do you plan on hiding out this woman?"
"We will move for a while, to our house in Europe."
"Europe? And leave the business without anyone to manage it?"
"I already have someone. And besides you should be happy, now you will get to spend my money while shopping in Europe," the man said with a sarcastic venomous tone. And with that he left her side while she just furrowed her brow. Who knew what kind of dismay her husbands capricious antics would bring.
O.o.o.O
"How could you let her run away?" His voice was soft yet stern. It was that tone of voice that everyone feared. They knew that he did not need to yell, in fact no one had ever heard him raise his voice at anyone. The doctor's knees trembled, he stuttered his words and did not know how to even explain. For he did not know what was going on.
"Sir, we did as you told us. We gave her a full wing of the hospital all to herself. The nurses tried to avoid talking to her, they restrained themselved only to check up on her. When one of them went she was already gone."
The tall elegant man smoothly grabbed his gun from his coat and placed it on the doctors throat. The doctor shivered and squirmed, he did not want to die that way. "Ple- please... sir-"
"What are you doing? Leave him alone. She probably got her memory back and remembered that she hates you... couldn't that be a possibility doctor?" A young man came inside, elegant as well yet shorter than the man holding the doctor's life in his hands.
The doctor gulped and nodded. "He-he's right. She could've recovered her memory. We do not know how the mind might work completely. Something could've triggered it off for to remember something. That's certainly a possibility."
The cold elegant man let go of him and put his gun away. "Her memory came back". His worse fear came true, she had left his side. He could try to find her, he knew he could. But maybe that's not what she wanted, he didn't want to see her beautiful innocent green eyes turn into hateful ones. But he did want to know if she was okay.
"If she did recover her memory and she ran away on her own, then so be it. Emir, just make sure she is okay and not wondering off in the streets. After all she had no place to go."
The short man nodded in acceptance to his brothers request. But he on the other hand could not care less of what would happened to her. "I'll do what I can, brother."
The tall elegant man turned, his cold grey eyes depicting emptyness and void. He had been selfish,scared and now he needed to move on. Continuing to hate the life he currently had and the responsibility bestowed upon him since he was a child with his only escape now gone. He held a single lily on his right hand and a single thought in his mind, "I hope you can one day forgive me."
To be continued...
