Author: Italics are flashback normal is normal time. Just wanted to make sure it didn't get too confusing.

I stand stock still in my clearing. If anyone were to see me they would have thought I was waiting for something.

I'm not though. I'm watching something from the past. Something that Josh had unlocked. It was killing me.

Why hadn't I realized before? Why only now when it is too late?


"Valla! Move faster! Why are you slowing down!? Watch out for the things you can't see! You should feel it not see it! Move faster than your opponent! Strike before they can!

Wolf! Vampire! Quickly! Don't slow down it should be fluid! It should be swift! You are destined for great things! Don't ruin them by dying!"


I had been young. No more than seven and he had put me through rigorous training.

How had I have known him when I was seven when I met him when I was One hundred and ninety-five?

How had he been alive and the same age?


He charged me. Punched me as he went by. Attacked left and right before I could respond.

"Come on girl! I'm only one of the two things you are and you can't even beat me?! A poor legend you are!"

He attacked mercilessly. I felt something rise inside me. Something I had never felt before.


I can't believe it. I can't remember any of this.

How had he known me? What legend was he talking about. Why was he attacking me?

How had he known me seven years after my parents had presumably died?

Why can't I remember?


He attacked me. He was in a frenzy. A frenzy only vampires can truly know when fighting. A frenzy that is set off by the smell of blood.

He didn't seem to notice that my small form was trembling. That I was no longer crying.

He didn't seem to realize that the sounds I was making were sounds of laughter in the throat of a monster.

I stood up tall. My wounds inexplicably healed, and stared him in the eyes with a look to freeze even a vampires blood.

I grinned, my face changed into that of the monster and lunged.


I gasp. I had thought that the first transformation had happened when I was 91, not seven!

Why did I have no memory of this ever having taken place? Why had Blake's father never mention it to me?

Why was everything blank?


I landed on him, nothing but muscle slamming into him mid-attack.

He was knocked off his feet. I took the advantage and bit his neck savagely. As blood spurted into my face I let go and jumped away.

He stood up, his pain and shock evident on his face. He turned and faced me.

I took his advice and struck before my enemy.

I tuned from beast to wolf to vampire then back again. The tides had turned. It was now him desperately trying to ward off my attacks.

He was trying to ward off certain death.

The beast stopped the frenzy of attacks and stalked towards its prey. It raised its large hand and grinned the beastly, hideous, deathly grin and was about to strike its prey down.

"NO!" It stopped mid-swing and looked around trying to find the voice.

"No." It looked down at its prey – the man – and then up at its paw and then back. Then slowly backed away.

It stared at Blake's father and spoke with its terrible voice.

"I cannot yet kill you until SHE allows me. You have escaped me now, vampire, but a war is not won with one fight. She saved you. Remember that. You cause her pain once more and I will not suffer you to live."

The beast turned away and allowed my seven year old self to take control once more. I turned to him and smiled sadly.

"Your free now. I saved you. It let you go. It says I won't remember this. It's all it wants in return. Thank you for training me."

And I walked away, with each step my memory growing dimmer and dimmer until it was hidden from me. Until now.


I couldn't believe it. Why had this happened. It explained so much while leaving so much unanswered.

Blake's father had had scars that he had always said he had received form a beast.

Blake had said the same about my attack. He had never mentioned the incident. He had never hurt me.

I closed my eyes and breathed deeply. On impulse I raised my arm and to my surprise felt it connect with something.

I opened my eyes and cried out.

"Shh! Shh! I'm not here to hurt you. I swear." Blake's father was standing right next to me.

I jumped into motion and landed ten feet away. He smiled a tad bit sadly and raised his hands in a sign of surrender.

"I'm not here to hurt you."

I stare at him, taking him in. I see now the scars that are left. I even see the scars my bite to the throat had left. Scars that shouldn't be left on a vampire whom can heal their own wounds.

"Why are you here? Why didn't you tell me anything!? Why didn't your wounds heal? I trusted you!"

I'm a little surprised by the last part of my outburst. I'm not sure why but for some reason it suddenly seems most important to me.

He smiles again and sits on the swing I had rebuilt.

"You remember now. That's good. How much?" He looks up at me quizzically.

"I remember the training and its attack. I remember it telling you it would hurt me if you ever hurt me again. I remember telling you thank you for the training. I remember telling you that I was going to forget everything. I remember blood and pain… and something about a legend."

I look at him and he sighs, "So it has not let go of all the secrets yet."

"What do you mean?"

He laughs and looks up at me.

"There is more than one instance with me that you have forgotten. I fear that if I were to tell you before it is ready for me to tell you it will finish what it began. I will tell you that any help you need I will give. You can trust me as you did before. I will never hurt you again. I promise."

I stare at him for a moment before tears well up in my eyes and I tackle him in a hug.

He hugs me back. I cry into his shoulder. I never knew how much I had wanted to see someone from the past until now.

He knew all my secrets plus some and I inexplicably trust him.

When I pull away I stare into his eyes, "I need you to tell me something. Did any one In your family know your secret?"

He smiles sadly and nods.

"And none of them hated you?"

"None."

"Did you tell anyone about me?"

He hesitates for a moment and then gives one small, tight nod.

"Who?"

He turns and looks at me and I know before he even says anything.

"Blake."

"He knew? How long?"

"Since he was eight."

"Do you think he was waiting for me to tell him?"

He looks at me and tears my heart to pieces as he says, "I think he still is. I think they all still are."

Every single one of the Harrison family was waiting for me to tell them. How could I tell them when I didn't even know myself?

I cry and he looks away, giving me some privacy to cry by myself.

When I look up and dry my tears he's gone. I smile and look up at the moon.

I decide that I'll tell them as soon as I myself know what I am.

I stand and run home.

I had school tomorrow.

The necklace burns as I pass the school and makes me pause.I look around and nearly scare myself to death when I bump into the secretary.

"Oh sorry! Im so sorry!" I back away raising my hands in a placating gesture.

She glares at me for a moment, "Go home. There is no reason for you to be out at this time of night. Go!"

I hurry home, puzzled by how the necklace had burned when I was around her and then cooled as soon as I was gone.

I shrug it off and set my alarm, walk up the wall, and go to sleep.