Lost memories

Chapter 1

Mist drove across the thick air of the night. The long grey road stood deserted apart from the old houses lined up almost neatly on either side of the road as though guarding this forgotten street.

The houses were in no condition of living in whether it was rats nesting or window being shattered to bites. There was uncomfortable atmosphere, the silent was painful and for vampires this was unusual being used to creeping around in the night and all. Even the trees stood still as if trying to take a glimpse of these intruders that dared to walk on this path.

Three figures hid behind the dark night, trying to cover there identities. As they walked past the flickering lamp post there faces came into focus. Darren, Vancha and Debbie lingered calm fully across the pavement. 'Is it normal for it to be this quiet?' whispered Debbie leaning slight towards Vancha. Vancha merely shrugged in reply to this.

Darren felt annoyed that Debbie decided to company him and Vancha; it wasn't that he didn't want her presence as such but it was that he didn't want anything happening to her. He cared about her far too much and after losing Mr Crespley nothing would be worth living if he lost Debbie as well. But knowing how stubborn she could get Darren wasn't in the mood to argue so in the end he had no choice but to let her come with him.

The mist started to clear and wind swept the gold leaves across the road. The crunching of the leaves echoed into the isolated street. 'Keep it quiet,' said Vancha. One thing Debbie disliked was Vancha attitude. 'I'm only human,' spat Debbie. Darren felt enraged at both of their attitudes, they were old enough to know better but they acted like a couple of kids. Debbie looked across and saw the troubled look on Darren's face and sighed 'I'm sorry It's not you fault,' he mumbled. All three of them quickened there pace as they saw the sun rising behind the clouds.

Vancha and Darren were both used to walking this long but for Debbie this was a completely different challenge. It never occur to her that vampires just didn't go around sucking blood, they also had social lives, that is if you can call going around hunting for psycho vampeneze as a social life.

'Here' muttered Vancha pointing towards a house hidden behind all the other houses. Debbie thought it looked like those haunted mansions you get at the end of a cliff on almost every horror movie. In fear a soft giggle escaped her lips and as she realized who was with her she thought being afraid was least of her worries.

They entered the house. The old mahogany wooden floor creaked every time Debbie stepped on it. She felt annoyed at the fact that Darren and Vancha could walk so fast without making any noise. She brushed away her anger and followed the two figures. The corridor dragged along and Vancha was becoming impatient by the minute.

Abruptly the corridor came to an end and a door met their gaze. For such an old house the door was in great condition. Vancha's long pale hand grabbed gently the door knob and as he turned the door creaked causing movement in the house. The door swung open revealing a small room. Cobwebs were everywhere and the room looked like a house designed for spiders. Vancha, Darren and Debbie started to move the cobwebs away to get a better look at the room. A king size bed was placed at the centre, two bedside tables that were once white but now looked grey and a large cupboard with a mirror placed in the middle of it.

Debbie walked towards the mirror and rubbed the cobwebs away revealing the mirror. She looked at the person that looked back. Her hair was in a mess and she looked weary. She walked back to where Vancha and Darren stood clearing room for themselves. 'You sleep with Darren on the big bed, I'll kip down here' came Vancha's voice. 'No thanks, you can sleep there,' said Debbie. Darren looked at her with abhorrence. 'It's not because of you Darren, the bed just doesn't look welcoming,' she said realizing the pain her words caused.

'Debbie, guys don't sleep together and you chose to come with us so don't complain,' declared Vancha. What is the matter with these two today, they are in such a mood thought Debbie. Without saying any further she took off her jacket and jumper leaving her wearing a white t-shirt and the blue trousers.

Cautiously she sat at the side of the bed and after realizing there wasn't anything out of the ordinary moving around did she lay back. Vancha had already made a small bed for himself using anything he could find and within minutes he was fast asleep.

Darren lay beside Debbie eyes wide open. His eyes stung and they warned that any minute tears would come trickling down but Darren choked trying to hold it back. He didn't deserve to die thought Darren thinking about his mentor. Crespley had almost become a second father to him. Losing him like that made him feel like nothing was worth living for anymore.

Darren didn't realize that Debbie was look at him until she called his name, tears trickled down his pale cheek and Debbie rubbed it off. Her hand felt warm against his cold face and he hadn't apprehended how cold he was until he felt her hand upon his face. He closed his eyes and for a split second all the pain seemed to have drained away from his consciousness but as Debbie removed her hand the pain and all he was running from rushed back.

'I'm sorry' said Debbie, her soft voice was soothing.

'Its o.k.' whispered Darren. Debbie moved down and placed her head on Darren's chest, the rhythm of his heart beat made Debbie feel sleepy. Darren brushed his fingers through her hair. His eyes flickered on and off begging to get some rest and as the seconds ticked Darren found it hard to focus on his surrounding and within seconds he was plagued into an endless pit of darkness.

Darkness had fallen and the three figures still lay in bed. 5 minutes had passed, Vancha and Darren's groggily eyes started to open. Darren slid away from Debbie without trying to wake her up but failed.

Debbie stood upright and rubbed the muscles at the back of her neck relaxing the tension. She was never one to appreciate her bed but now comparing to this she longed and wished for it. Rapidly a figure entered the room making everyone jump in alert. The person hid behind the shadow of the night. Vancha picked up a small axe and threw at the shadow, the figure barely moved but the axe missed her.

'Now Vancha is that how to greet an old friend?' came a voice, scarcely a whispered. Vancha's jaw dropped at the sound of the voice. The shadow walked towards where a streak of light coming from the moon darted from a window uncovering her identity. A girl around Darren age and the same height as him stood before them. Her long breaded hair sat by her shoulders and rubbed against her brown skin. Her tall and slim figure leaned towards the door and examined the three people that stood only centimeters away from her.

'But this can't be...you're...' came Vancha voice, dry and raspy.

'Dead?' said the intruder. 'Do you honestly think they could get rid of me that easily?' she continued. Vancha rushed towards her and swung his arms around her and she did the same. Darren stood their paralyzed wondering what an earth Vancha was doing and how did he know this person.

Vancha turned around and said 'Can you remember her? It's Phoenix,'

'He won't remember thanks to Evanna,' said Phoenix.

'What I'm I missing here?' questioned Darren, a quizzical look across his face.

'Should I tell him?' asked Vancha looking at Phoenix's hypnotizing brown eyes.

'That wasn't supposed to be a rhetorical question, now someone answer my question,' uttered Darren, his quizzical expression now turning into rage.

'After meeting phoenix, Evanna thought it would be better she erased the incident,' said vancha.

'She did what?' screamed Darren.

'Calm down,' said Vancha. Debbie stood there trying to sink what was happening not that she understood half the things they were talking about but that didn't stop her from being amused.

'Phoenix was raised by Evanna since anyone can remember, she's a vampire' continued Vancha. She is a vampire! Darren found it hard to sink this in for some reason or other.

'But she has more powers and wit than any vampire' he sustained.

'What do you mean?' asked Darren.

'Well no one knows, not even Evanna. Her singing on a full moon light can kill up to 5 people' said Vancha.

'That's a bit deadly,' Debbie thought out loud. They had almost forgotten her presence.

'Plus she fights like hell. You never want to get on her bad side, believe me,' said Vancha.

'Hey I didn't ask you to talk about my bad side,' pronounced Phoenix, a wide grin across her face.

'If she is this good why isn't she helping us fight against the vampeneze?'

'I wondered when you were going to ask that' said Phoenix. She walked towards the window and glared at the clear sky. 'Mr. Tiny thought against the idea but after what happened to my friend Larten he had no choice but to let me help,' she continued.

'You know Mr. Crespley?' asked Darren. Even saying his name stung and the pain of the event rushed all back. How could Mr. Tiny let this happen, if we had phoenix he might have been alive, he thought........