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Chapter Four: Life

Panic was flowing through me as my oxygen started to deplete. I tried to yell out but nothing came. I grabbed the fabric and tore it open to feel wood under my hands. Even though I was panicked my mind still seemed to know what to do. I hit it with my hand but it wouldn't break. I formed a fist and punched it as hard as I could. It cracked but still wouldn't break. I hit it over and over again, feeling my knuckles breaking open, before finally feeling the dirt start to fall on top me. I tore the wood apart, feeling it cut into my hands, letting the soil fall as I moved into the hole. The dirt filled the coffin as I forced myself through the soil. Air was hard to come by and it seemed like forever before I finally felt air on my fingertips. I clawed at the earth as I forced myself from the ground. I pushed on a root and managed to get my torso out. I gasped for air. I gulped in the air. It never tasted so good. I tried to focus on everything around me but my vision was blurry. I pulled myself free and laid on my back trying to catch my breath. I was sore and my hands were bloody. I rolled onto my stomach and turned to see a headstone. My breathing quickened and tears came to my eyes as I read what it said.

In Loving Memory of

EVELYN ROSE CONNORS

Precious Girlfriend

Loving Friend

She Knew How to Get the Job Done

I gasped and scrambled away from the grave. It was obviously my grave but my mind was empty. I didn't know who I was. I could only assume that the name on the headstone was mine. I had just dug myself out of my own grave. My head grew even foggier as panic flowed freely through me. I got to my feet and stumbled forward, landing on my knees. I got to my feet again and took a deep breath taking one step at a time. It was easier with each step. My mind reeling from what just happened. I was trying to get my bearings. I was scanning the cemetery. I didn't see a name. I tried to find the entrance when someone caught my eye. My eyes weren't working quite right and they were gone before I could tell who they were. I was all confused and turned around. I didn't know what I was going to do. The fog in my head just seemed to get thicker. I fumbled around the cemetery before finding the name of it. But my eyes were so blurred I couldn't see it straight. I tried talking to myself but only raspy sounds came out. Then I heard something. I heard something crack behind me and my instincts kicked in. I started to run back through the cemetery. Weaving my way back through it. I didn't know where I was going. I ended up falling back into my own grave, my foot catching a root as I tried to pull free. I heard some sound and I flew back against the headstone. I screamed even though it wasn't as loud as I intended it to be. I shut my eyes and covered my face with my arms. I felt hands on my arms and I was pulled free, only when I looked at the person who held me the only thing I could focus on was the pointed teeth that were coming ever more near to my throat. I tried screaming again but it was no use. Just when I felt a prick on my neck I was released and muffled noise surrounded me. I shut my eyes curling into the fetal position. I covered my ears not wanting to hear, not wanting to see. I was grabbed again, the grip so hard that I wanted to call out but my throat burned with the effort. I heard someone shout and I was thrown hitting one of the headstones. I was unconscious in seconds.

When I opened my eyes I was in a cheap hotel room. There was dripping from the ceiling as thunder roared outside. I slowly sat up and felt the rush of blood as it moved through my veins. I must have been laying there a while. I moved to the edge of the bed and put my head in my hands. It was throbbing with a horrible pulse that seemed to get worse as I remained vertical. I was about to stand when the door opened and a man stepped through. I looked at him and quickly stood, moving away from him.

"It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you." He told me. "I had to get some supplies to take care of your hands."

"How long was I out?" I asked him.

"Only a few hours." He replied.

"Who are you?" I asked him.

"It doesn't matter." He replied. "I'm just someone who was in the right place at the right time."

"Okay." I told him. "Not that I'm not grateful or anything but uh…I'm a bit fuzzy on what happened. My eyes are clear now but for some reason I think I remember digging myself out of my own grave."

"Yeah, I wasn't sure if you were going to remember that or not." He told me.

"My name's Evy, right?" I asked him.

"Yes." He said with an odd look. "You don't remember who you are?" He asked.

I shook my head and sat back down. "I don't remember anything." I said as my eyes stung. "I don't remember what happened. I don't remember who I am."

"It'll be okay." He said walking up to me. He put his hand on my shoulder. "We'll figure it out."

"Why are you helping me?" I asked him. "Why not just drop me off at some hospital?"

"Because I don't think that they'd believe me, or you, if we told them that you dug yourself out of your own grave." He replied.

I smiled. "Yeah, that might suck a little. I don't really want to end up in the loony bin."

There was a moment of silence before he said, "Let's take a look at your hands."

I nodded and he knelt in front of me. I held out my hands and he took them in his. His hands were soft. I thought it odd. Men tended to be on the wimpy side when they had soft hands. I frowned but he didn't see it. He took out some hydrogen peroxide and started to pour it over my knuckles. Normally it would sting and he watched my expression to see if it hurt but it was anything but intolerable. I frowned at that too. Why wasn't I reacting? Why didn't it bother me that even though my hands were hurt I didn't react to the pain before or after they were cleaned? I didn't say anything as he bandaged my hands. They looked like huge cotton balls when he was done. I looked at them and raised a brow. He noticed this time.

"What?" He asked.

"This is the best you can do?" I asked him.

"You do better." He said suddenly defensive.

I glowered at him, feeling uneasy as I undid the bandaging. He stared out the window but I wasn't going to be able to use my hands with the way he had done it. I watched him and took in his body language. He was clearly tense and when I took in his reflection from the window his eyes were shut like he was trying to control himself. I frowned and tried not to pay attention to it. Something was telling me that it was a bad idea to be here. That something was wrong, but I owed him for saving my life from whatever was after me last night. Though I still wasn't quite sure what that was.

"Question," I told him. "What exactly did you save from me last night?" I asked.

"Vampires." He replied nonchalantly.

"Vampires?" I replied. "Hmph."

"You're not surprised?" He asked turning toward me.

I shrugged and looked at him after I finished my first hand. "I guess not." I replied. "I don't know why but no, I'm not worried about it."

"Listen," He said grabbing his jacket. "I'll be back in a bit. Here's some money for food." He said putting some on the table.

"Okay." I told him.

I frowned after he left. Something still didn't feel right. I looked at myself and realized that I looked like shit. Though I took a moment to look at what I was buried in, suddenly curious. I wore a decent pair of blue jeans with a black v-neck long sleeved shirt. If it wasn't dirty then it would have been nice. I actually really liked the outfit. Way better then the dresses and odd blouses people got buried in. Whoever buried me knew me well. Though I was still shocked that I knew anything about me. It was a feeling that I had when things happened. I knew what I liked and what I didn't like when I saw or heard it. I pulled on the base of the shirt and sighed. I looked at the money and then left. I needed to get cleaned up and I needed to do it fast. The feeling was growing and it made me feel odd. Like I was forgetting something important. I went to the nearest store and bought a pair of jeans, an orange shirt, and a brown leather jacket. There was something about it that made me have to have it. I went back to the room and once again undid the bandages on my hands before taking a very long hot shower. My hands weren't bothering me but I looked at them. They were scabbing but when I flexed my fingers or made a fist they would break open. Sending more blood to roll in between my fingers. The images from my resurrection went through my head. I sighed rinsing them underneath the water. It felt good to have the water flowing over me. When I finally got out I looked at myself in the mirror. My grey eyes were looking back at me. To me I looked a little on the too skinny side. I looked fine but I didn't feel like me. I was too skinny. I frowned but decided not to worry about that. It wasn't something I would usually worry about. Or so I thought. My head was starting to hurt. I ran my fingers through my hair and got my fingers wrapped up in it. It was nearly to my waist which was suddenly annoying me. I realized that the money he gave me was gone and I didn't see any coming in till the man was back. The man. He really needed to tell me his name. I was thinking about it when I heard the door and he came in. I thought 'yay' before going out.

"Hey, can I borrow a little more money?" I asked him.

"Nice clothes." He replied. "Where did you get them?" He asked.

"I wasn't hungry." I replied shortly.

"I see." He replied though he was tense again.

"I'm kind of in need of a makeover." I told him.

"Fine." He said handing me a wad.

"Not that I don't appreciate it but uh…why are you cooperating with me so well?" I asked.

"I have my reasons." He replied. I looked at him expectantly. "Which I'll keep to myself for now."

I nodded and went to the door. "Did you want to come?" I asked.

He looked at me and smiled. "Yeah."

We left and our first stop was at the nearest hair stylist. My hair was too long and I needed it to be shorter. I had a long in depth conversation with the woman who was to cut my hair. How short I wanted to go. If I wanted highlights or not. There was a list of things I didn't realize you could do. But I kept it simple. I liked my layers but I needed a few inches cut off. By the end of the visit my hair hung half way down my arms and was re-layered. My waves seemed to be improved with the cut and I left happy.

"Can I tell you something?" I asked him as we walked.

"Of course." He smiled back.

"First, what do you think of my hair?" I asked.

"It looks good." He told me.

"That's it? It looks good?" I countered.

"It's very nice." He tried again.

"It reminds me of the character Evy from the movie The Mummy. It's my favorite." I grinned at him.

"What about this shop?" He asked pointing at one.

"Wait a minute." I said stopping. "I remembered something." I grinned at him. "I remembered something that I like." I said grinning wider. "This is fantastic!" I said throwing my arms around his neck. "This is really, really fantastic."

"Yeah." He said rather unfeelingly.

"What's up? Isn't this a good thing?" I asked him nervously.

"Of course it is." He told me slightly defensively.

"Okay, I'm kind of already tired of you're split personality and I haven't know you very long. My memory coming back is a good thing. Maybe someone's waiting for me and I don't know it. But maybe soon I'll remember it." I told him.

He smiled at me. "You're right, I'm sorry."

"Thank you." I smiled back.

We went into the store he had pointed out. Prisms and figurines everywhere. Quotes painted on wood or windows. I wandered reading them as I went. One stood out to me and someone flashed in my head.

"Always kiss me goodnight." I whispered as I looked at it. It was a beautiful calligraphy. The words were black painted on a white background framed with red. It was simple but it caught me in an unexpected way. "Always…" I frowned as something from the back of my mind tried to come out.

"You like it?" He asked me.

"I really do." I replied and picked it out of the pile.

I went to the register and quickly paid for it. Not wanting to be swayed. There was something about it that made me need it. I was going to humor my instincts.

"You need to tell me your name." I told him when we were on the street again.

"Is it that big of a deal?" He asked.

"What do you want me to call you then?" I countered.

"My name is…" He said but stopped. "Adam."

"Okay Adam." I smiled. "Thank you for telling me your name."

"Sure, Evy." He smiled back.

I laughed as we kept going. I bought a few more clothes since I didn't have any other then what I was wearing when I rose from the dead. But they needed to be washed and I didn't know when I was going to do that. We were walking through town. Turned out we were in San Diego. There were plenty of places to look at. We laughed as we went from shop to shop. I made him buy an odd looking hat that made his ears stick out funny but he seemed to enjoy the entertainment it gave me. He seemed eager to make me happy more than anything. Almost too eager. At times it was uncomfortable but I was having fun. It felt like it had been a long time since I'd been able to have fun. Though something was pulling me. We were walking toward the outskirts of town again when I spotted what it seemed like my subconscious wanted. I turned directions but was immediately stopped. I turned and Adam had my arm.

"What?" I asked.

"Let's not go there." He replied.

"Why not?" I asked.

"It's the pound. Why would you want to go in there?" He asked.

"I've always wanted a dog. Or at least I think I have." I replied.

"I'm allergic." He replied.

"Really?" I asked, completely saddened. "Like how bad?" I asked hopefully.

"Enough to not want to worry about it." He replied.

I nodded and we headed back to the room. I had a few new things and I was feeling like something was accomplished today. Though the later it got the less tired I felt. It felt like it was normal to be awake this late. I looked at Adam who was happily sleeping. I took out a piece of paper and started doodling. I didn't know what else to do. I didn't want to stare at the ceiling for hours. I watched the muted TV while my hand moved and I looked down to see a symbol. I knew it. It was familiar and important. It was just its name that was eluding me. I sighed and got up, feeling the need to be out. I walked the streets, aware of every sound. It was peculiar in its own little way. I wandered into what could only be the bad part of town but I didn't care. It didn't scare me. Even when a man jumped at me from the shadows I didn't flinch. He looked at me and for a second I wasn't sure what to do. I didn't want to run but I had nothing to defend myself with. It wasn't until I watched as a second set of pointed teeth descended. I groaned and leapt back as he lunged at me.

"Oh come on, hold still beautiful." He told me playfully.

"You know. I think I'm going to run." I told him. "Are you going to chase me?" I grinned at him.

"Yeah, let's play." He grinned back.

I took a few steps backward before turning and started to sprint down the street. I could hear it behind me, only a few strides away. I knew that I couldn't look back and I needed some sort of weapon. I veered into an old building. I was lucky enough to pick the one that happened to have been under construction. I stopped and looked around but a second later it was in the room. It backhanded me and I flew across the room, hitting the wall hard. I fell to the ground and rolled over in time to evade him. I moved underneath the table, popping up on the other side. We danced around the table until he leapt over it.

"That's not fair!" I yelled as I backed off. Knowing how ridiculous it was since he was a vampire.

He laughed and took a step toward me. "Just hold still. It'll only take a minute."

"Ha!" I yelled and reached behind me. I felt something cut into my hand, feeling the jagged edge of the saw. I grabbed it and brought it forward jabbing it into his neck. I forced him backward onto the table, crawling onto it with him. I pressed it down into him and soon his head was severed from his body. "Take that, you son of a bitch." I told it and crawled off of the table. I looked at my hand. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't the only thing there. There was a crescent shaped scar on my palm. I touched it, feeling something very familiar about all of this. How did I know what to do? I thought to myself before hastily leaving the building.

It was midday before I finally opened my eyes. I practically jumped off of the bed when I saw Adam's eyes on me. I frowned at him and sat up, pulling my knees up against me.

"What are you doing?" I asked him.

"Where were you last night?" He asked.

"I went out." I told him still frowning.

"You drew this?" He asked putting the symbol in front of me.

"Obviously." I pointed out.

"Do you know what it is?" He asked.

"Please enlighten me." I told him coldly.

"A pentagram." He replied.

Something flashed behind my eyes when he said the word. Something important. I frowned and looked down, closing my eyes. I could see it, dangling from my fingers. I put my hand to my neck, knowing that's where it was supposed to be. Instead of a necklace I felt a long cut.

"You're hurt." He pointed out.

"Yes. What does it matter?" I told him as I ran my fingers through my hair.

"What were you fighting?" He asked.

"The same thing that tried to kill me for a second time." I replied.

"You could have just said 'vampire'." He told me.

"I don't think I like your tone." I told him. He just looked at me. I nodded and got off of the bed. I stopped at his shoulder and leaned toward him. "Just because I may not remember who I am. As much as I appreciate what you've done for me. Do not think that I can't take care of myself." I said coldly before going into the bathroom, locking the door.

I leaned against the sink as I regulated my breathing. Something was off with him. Something that I just couldn't place. He seemed to continuously jump from one personality to another. I didn't know if it was intentional or not, or if that's really what it was, but he was decent one moment and then he turned cold and almost mean. Something that almost seemed familiar. I shook the feeling off and splashed water on my face before going back out.

"Are you done being an ass?" I asked him.

"I'm sorry." He said facing me.

"I will not put up with you treating me like you own me. Like I have to tell you my every move." I told him coldly.

"I saw what happened in the grave yard. I just don't feel like seeing you put back into the ground." He replied.

I nodded and grabbed a change of clothes before going back into the bathroom. When I finally went back out I took little time in leaving. Adam followed but it didn't bother me.

"Did you kill it?" He asked after a short while.

"Of course." I replied.

"How?" He asked.

"With a saw." I smiled. "I cut off its head."

"How did you know what to do?" He asked, slightly worried.

"I don't know." I told him, my brows pulling slightly together. "It just happened and I knew."

He nodded and looked at me. "Do you remember anything else?" He asked.

I thought a moment, searching my mind but came up with nothing. "No, nothing. Some things just seem to come when I need them to. Other then that my first memory is crawling out of my grave."