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Yes yes, there are many errors and spelling errors. I know, and i will go back and fix it one day. but not today, or tomorrow, or next week. I'm quite busy with these stories, you know!
So enjoy...even though you don't review!
Emiko walked in, and stood in a neutral stance. A vampire came forth, and gave her a rather odd look.
"Pricilla is she human?" she heard a woman's voice. The same woman from before, she noted. The Pricilla creature began to circle Emiko closely now. After a moment of trying to decide, she gave a frustrated yelp.
"I apologies lady Marja, but it difficult to say. She seems to be human, but there is something about her that is not entirely correct!" she said to Marja. Marja walked before Emiko, and gave her a curious look. Emiko did not look at her.
"Tell me, are you frightened?" Marja said with much mischief. Emiko looked at her.
"Not at all. Should I be?" she questioned her with much amusement. Marja growled.
You should be a lot more then frightened, wench. She probably is just a human, through her with the other slaves." She turned and told the guards. The guards grabbed Emiko, and through her out of the room. She landed on her knees and hands, but did not look up. Marja waltzed out of the room, and stood in front of her.
"You remind me a lot of someone, who do you claim to be, human?" Marja inquired. Emiko did not look up, nor did she answer. Marja felt insulted by this lack of respect.
"When I ask you a question, I expect you to ask it, girl!" Marja yelled. Emiko did not respond, and Marja kicked her arm. Emiko winced, but didn't move. Marja glared and grabbed by the back of her shirt, and dragged her to another door, that lead to outside.
"If your not going to cooperate then go to work you beggar!" Marja through Emiko into the field of people lifting something into the air. When she crashed upon them, they dropped what they were lifting. When she got up, she apologized then ran off.
She decided to hide in the shadows, in this land of darkness, it wasn't hard to find just one. She leaned against the building that was creating the shadow. She just sat for a while, plotting.
'I refuse to let that woman to get away with that she has done. But I cannot use my powers just yet…I want a victorious fight between us before I through her out of my land.' She thought to herself. A loud, painful sigh shook her from her thoughts. She looked to her far right, and saw a girl sitting and panting out little breaths. Emiko decided to see what was wrong with this poor creature, she sounded dreadful. Moving closer, she began to notice reddish lines on her side. She stopped and spoke.
"What troubles you, child?" Emiko asked. The girl's eyes widened, and she slowly looked at Emiko. After a moment or so, the girl looked to the ground again.
"I am not a child. I haven't been a child for quite sometime, thank you very much." She said angrily. Emiko stared at the girl for a moment longer. There was something about her…the way she said things; the way she looked, that reminded her of someone. But she just couldn't put her finger on it…
"Well, you are younger then me, so compared to I, you are a child." Emiko said proudly. The girl looked at Emiko skeptically. Emiko lifted her eyebrow a little.
"Why are you giving me that look?" she asked.
"…You remind me very much of my sister…her name was Emiko." The girl said. Emiko stared at the girl for a moment, completely dumbfounded. 'I knew it. I do know this girl somehow…but is she my sister? I do not recall having one!' Emiko thought. She talked no more to the girl, and just sat next to her. She had to remember…and she had to do it now.
'Oh yes…that is right, I did have a sister, no, I had two! But one is dead…and I thought the other one died as well. Perhaps she survived? But what the hell was her name? Michele? No…not that…it started with an N. Nicole? No. Nika? No. Neka? No—wait! Yes! I believe that is it!'
"…I believe I know your sister. In fact….I know her very well." She said turning to the girl. The girl gave her a quick look.
"How can you? My sister has been gone for…almost sixty five years." Neka said pessimistically. Emiko smiled a little.
"Just because she is gone, Neka, does not mean she has perished." Neka paled. Neka grabbed Emiko's hand, and looked at her face. Yes….she knew.
"….Emiko? Can it truly be you?" she said frightenly. Emiko gave her a sad smile, and nodded. Neka embraced her, and cried a little on her shoulder.
"You, you bitch! Where have you been!" she said pulling away angrily.
"There is no time for that Neka, but I will tell you later. But please, now you must tell me what has happened in the past sixty or something years, and what is happening now; I am at quite a loss!" she told her. Neka sighed, and whipped away another tear.
"Oh…where to begin. Well, we had a funeral for you when we could not find you; everyone believed you were dead. I didn't, I just didn't know where you were. Anyway, I believe Lord Sesshomaru was the worst of us all. Do remember when he use to always be content when we saw him? Well, out of the handfuls of times I've seen him, I have seen him—"Neka stopped.
"…Sesshomaru…why does that name sound so familiar?" Emiko pondered deeply. Neka stared at her shockingly.
"It should sound very familiar! How on earth can you not remember? He was your—"
"He was my lover! Yes! I remember now! By the gods…I feel terrible. How can I have forgotten him?" she said. She raised a hand to her mouth, covering it. She felt horrible for forgetting him. 'But wait…I could not have forgotten him as if he were nothing unless….' She paused in her thought for a moment. '…Unless someone had to power to erase my memory.' She became very angry at Lady Willow at that moment. She shook her head with disappointment.
"Once I can find a way to end this crisis…I will find him. I swear I will." She promised herself.