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Scath had guided the two to the castle, the sky turning pink by the time they'd made it. She didn't know how to react to the sight. It was in decay, vines and trees tearing the whole thing down.

"This is so sad." Marcelle whispered as they entered in through the archway, the heavy wooden doors fallen long ago. Aiden looked down at her, enveloping her hand in his own.

"Does any of this look familiar?" She didn't know what to say. It did, but at the same time, not at all.

"I feel like I've seed it in a dream, but that's it." She looked up at him as the two walked through the ruins. But the sight was so strange. Like a distant memory. If she'd spend so much of her life here, why couldn't she remember any of it?

"Marcelle." He whispered, catching her attention. He pointed at a painting that had long since fallen from where it hung. She kneeled, inspecting the figures printed on the tapestry.

"It's my family." A group of five, three smaller children and two adults, stood smiling. She looked like the small version of her was a handful, making a silly face at the person who created the portrait. Her other two sisters stood proudly, faces straight. They looked so innocent. So pure. So sweet.

"This was done a few years before the massacre." The voice made the two jump, a man walking up behind them. His hair was as black as the night, eyes the same eerie shade. Translucent scales seemed to cover his body as he stopped beside Marcelle, staring down at the picture. She stood quickly, looking at the tall man.

"Scath?" She pondered aloud, he smiling at her, teeth jagged and menacing looking. The dragon bowed to her, then stood up straight in an awkward manner.

"I don't enjoy this form. I find it quite odd to walk on two legs. But it is the only way I can fit into the manse." He looked between the two, his mouth stretched a little too far to make him seem like a normal human being. Like he could open his jaw and bite someone's head clean off their shoulders.

"Why did you stay here all these years?" His large smile widened as he looked at her, tilting his head to the side.

"I cannot survive outside of this realm. My kind would be hunted down and hung on walls, displayed as trophies, just as the wings of fae are displayed."

She didn't say anything for a while after that, just followed him as he guided the two through the manor. He talked about the history of the place, about her family and the reigning families before. But her mind was numb. Why couldn't she remember any of this?

"Marcelle?" Aiden was staring straight at her, worried.

"I can't remember any of this. My family, the people, even being here. I can't remember any of it."

"You placed a curse upon yourself, Princess. I tried to talk you out of it, but you said you didn't want to remember the heartache and pain the vampires caused you. You wanted to forget about how you wanted to kill all the vampires you came across. You knew you had to survive, for your family, and so you wiped your memory." The dragon looked back at the vampire, eyes narrowing as he observed him.

"I wouldn't hurt her. Not now, and not ever." Scath huffed, a puff of smoke emitting from his flared nostrils.

"Is there a way to remove the curse?" The two looked down at the fae, stopping their silent fight. He turned on a heel and made his way through a set of door that miraculously remained in tact. "This is the library, as you can see. There are dozens of spell books locked away in here." His hand moved to one and pulled it off the shelves, handing it to the fae. "This is the one you used to lock your memory. There must be something in here to help you unlock it." She smiled at him and nodded, holding the book close to her chest.

"Thank you, Scath." Smiling up at Aiden, she walked around the two and made her way to a spot by the window, sitting and opening the book.

. . .

They'd been there for what felt like days. Marcelle practically lived in the library, studying every word in that book. She'd wave her hand every once in a while, whispering words. But nothing would happen. However, today, when Aiden walked into the room, everything was different. New, as if time hadn't touched it. The windows were all fixed and spotless, the tattered curtains and rugs looking as if they had all been made the day before. And the table the faery sat at was a beautiful cherry, intricate designs carved into the legs.

"Did you do all of this?" He asked in awe as he wandered through slowly. Marcelle looked up at him and smiled, giving a soft nod.

"Yes. I intend to restore the whole castle. I can't let this place remain in ruins. It's too heartbreaking."

He followed her around while she performed the spell over and over, the decay melting into beauty. But this could not hold the vampire's attention.

"What's wrong, Aiden?" He said nothing for a while, but eventually inhaled deeply, looking at her.

"I have to go back. One way or another, Riannon and my brother will find a way here. And they'll kill you. I can't let that happen. I need to go back and kill them both." He seemed sad, head hung low.

"I'll go with you." Blue eyes met with her emerald ones, narrowing slightly as he shook his head.
"You have to stay. Figure out how to get your memory back." But Marcelle giggled at that. She waved her hand, the scenery around them changing suddenly. Ghost-like figures danced around them, vampires and faeries moving around and through them. Screams echoed around the walls, blood staining the Earth.

"I remember it. All of it. And I remember why I wanted to lock away my thoughts. I wanted to forgive someone for this. I couldn't walk around, hating vampires and demons because of what happened. It would have tainted me, ruined me. And so I did that. But the thing is, now that I remember, I want to hate your kind. But I can't. Because I have you. But I need to take revenge for my family." He watched the scene in shock, eyes wide as a familiar face waltzed past him. His father and mother, soaked in blood and smiling menacingly.

"I understand. We'll leave tonight."