The drama is here~! *hides* What do ya think about this after you read this chapter? I hope I can hear your thoughts, too or something lol. On with the update!

The moment I hit their drive, Ever springs out and kicks the ground running. She almost tripped when she rushes through their front door, and I almost want to go back in action and save her.

I waited outside until there's someone else that can take my place and that I know it can help her this time I can't. Even if I wanted to, she keeps pushing me away and she was close to remembering me.

Yeah, Ever knows me as her classmate from the first time we met, as her current and only boyfriend to this point, but there's more to that.

You see, her fainting and that are not normal. They could be the side effects to what I've done to her to erase her latest memories temporarily. And who would've thought that is a way to help her recover her hidden memories of me, when we really first met, by the tragedy that stroke her and her family on the day she received the painful scar of her guilt, her shame, her private pain that I tried to reach, on her forehead under her bangs.

The bad news is, she lost the hang of it and it had been forgotten again to the depths of her mind. In the right time, those must surface again and I'll patiently wait for it, even if it takes a lifetime. At least, now I'm happy that she somehow saw those first memories we shared, although it lasted like seconds.

"Ever, honey, are you okay?"

Out of human earshot, I heard a familiar and caring voice above me, at the second floor. It was Sabine.

I sigh and drove away from their home. I'm not sure why but, with a question, it's like i suddenly missed having a family. The ones who care about you and love you with all their life… too bad I don't have one anymore. But, I am sure that they will stay forever in my heart and I'll live to their expectations.

I got my bottle of extras from my pocket and drink the crimson liquid inside. Sometimes, I could laugh because it can serve as wine, sake and everything. Although, it tastes nothing like a real beverage or food but medicine, compared to beers and other human drinks, it always helps me to continue existing.

It helps me think to wonder how manner of explanation will I deliver to Ever the time she founds it out.

Did she just pass right in front of me?

I know that this must be expected because of what happened yesterday in my house, but it is still surprising she drove fast away from me and the best slot I always save for her. I thought that if it's for Miles' sake, she'll instantly park here and ignore me.

"What the hell! You drove right pass it! And now look how far we have to walk!"

She proved me wrong.

I saw Ever storm her way towards the building, with Miles catching up to her speed. I can see Miles demanding at her for all of these commotions.

Stepping out of leaning from my car, I walk behind Ever. I tried thinking a few times for simple solutions and such, but I can guarantee they won't work even without premonition.

I have nothing but to use my last card.

With all the focus on molecules around me, I made them vibrate and move in beats like mine as I run/walk faster than lightning. No one can see me but a blur as I am now practically sitting on my seat in English class.

Several minutes later, Ever comes in and sits beside me, raising her hood and switching her iPod on. The whole class waits for Mr. Robins as he finally arrives.

I used this time to stop her from ignoring me like an air, invisible to her.

"Ever," I whisper softly, leaning beside her. She still has her eyes staring straight at the teacher, but I don't care. Continuing to make her feel my presence, I continue, "Ever, I know you're upset. But, I can explain."

This time, I can even sense her foot stomping on the floor with the beat of the music, waiting for her name to be said in Mr. Robins' roll call. I plea and beg her, "Ever, please."

When the adviser gets to her name, I sigh and shut my eyes, seeing that there's no point in peaceful talking. Concentrating on all of these people's consciousness to fade away, I spoke, "Fine. Just remember, you asked for it."

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THWONK!

Voila! Nineteen heads hit the tops of their desks, excluding me and Ever.

With this happening abnormally, Ever gapes at the whole scenery of sleeping beauties and stares at me with her wide-opened blue eyes accusingly. I shrug, mumbling, "This is exactly what I'd hoped to avoid."

"What've you done?" She whispers, her voice trembling. She gazes at the limp bodies sleeping with a 'ZZZ…' and her heart pounds rapidly. I can hear the rush of blood in her body as she jumps to an immediate and constant conclusion.

Here we go again.

"Oh my god, you killed them! You killed everyone!"

"Come on, Ever. What do you take me for?" I shook my head, gazing at her coolly. "Of course, I didn't kill them. They're just taking a little… siesta, that's all."

Ever scoots to the edge of her seat, plotting her epic escape from me, a killer in her mind, out of misunderstanding. She stares at the ground, thinking ways.

"You can try, but you won't get very far," I said in advance, giving her an advice as steadily as my voice can be. This caught her attention, "You see how I beat you to class even though you had a head start?"

Ever suddenly calms down for a bit, her hands grip tightly the edge of the desk. Her rosy cheeks redden every second she thinks of her "embarrassing thoughts" (which I never mind about that much) and murmurs, "You can read my mind?"

"Usually," I mumble. But, since I'm telling her everything, I might as well say the truth. So, I shrugged and continue, "Well, pretty much always, yes."

She stares at me, her clear turquoise eyes looking at mine, "For how long?"

"Since the day I saw you," I smile sincerely with my heart, gazing back at her.

"And when was that?"

I laugh sheepishly with her simple-minded thoughts, wishing she sneers with me lightly, "I'm not stalking you. At least not in the way that you think."

Ever starts shooting me with heart-piercing glares, "Why should I believe you?"

"Because I've never lied to you."

"You're lying now!"

"I've never lied to you about anything important," I said, taking my eyes off her and averting my gaze. If I do, it's all because for her sake.

"Oh really?" Ever mumbles, glancing with sharpness at me,"What about the fact that you took a photo of me long before you were even enrolled here? Where does that fall on your list of important things to share in a relationship?"

I sighed, admitting that I'm kind of feeling tired with all of this, "And where does being a clairvoyant who hangs out with her dead little sister falls upon yours?"

She stands up, her chin high and proud while glaring at me with all her might. If looks could possibly kill and if I am could possibly be killed, I'd be probably dead. "You don't know anything about me."

I don't know everything, indeed, and I doubt if I'll ever understand you. All I know about you is your past, the accident and the current you. But, no matter what, all I know is I love you and that I'll do anything for you.

That's why I want you to let me understand all about you, to let me enter your world – what you feel, is it happy, sad, or angry? … Your favourite colour, is it blue or pink? … Your likes and dislikes… and especially, what I like about you – your mood swings and expressions. What I like most is your happy and smiling face.

So, please smile always.

"Is it the whole school?" Ever snaps me back to reality, her hands shaking with sweat as she gazes at all the people with their slumped-over bodies, "Or just this room?"

"I can't be sure, but I'm guessing it's the whole school," I nod and grin, glancing at the sleepyheads around me. It was easy to let a person sleep, let alone an army or the whole –

And the next thing I know she's gone.

I shook my head and grabbed her bag from the floor. Focus is a must if you want to blur like a tornado. Without a second, I race from the door, lope down the hall, across the quad and jog through the office – godspeed version. I burst through the front door and into the parking lot.

Walking casually towards her red Miata, I lean and wait for her to come.

Panting can be heard as the doors swing, and as light, running sprints are coming this way. She runs fast to her little red Miata as I show from its side. With her bag dangling from my fingers, I returned it to her, shrugging, "I told you."

Ever's cerulean orbs of blue widens widely before me, and starts shooting me with her all-powerful glare. Her memories seem to go back and now, she's even starting a fight.

"Ever!" I cried. How much I want to reach her, but I can't. As if she'd let me touch her in this state, I let my hand fall and stay by my side. I can't believe what she thinks of me. "You think I did all of this so that I can kill you?"

Ever glances at me angrily, and almost yells, "Isn't that the plan? Haven thinks it's all some wild, Goth, fever dream. I'm the only one who knows the truth. I'm the only one who knows just how big of a monster you really are. The only thing I don't get is why you didn't just kill us both while you had the chance? Why bother suppressing the memory and keeping me alive?"

"I would never hurt you," I swear, fixing my eyes on hers that I hope will show the truth with one gaze. I wouldn't even think of ways to harm her, all I did are for her own good.

"You've got it all wrong, I was trying to save Haven, not harm her. You just wouldn't listen," clearing all of her accusations; I did as I can't stop my grief from flowing out.

"Then why did she look like she was on the brink of death?" She presses her lips to stop them from quivering as I gaze away from her intense stare, refusing to clash with its heat to avoid further discussions.

"Because she was on the brink of death," I told her and even if I don't want to sound annoyed, I can still hear a hint of annoyance in my tone. I shut my eyes and when I open them again, I focused my glance at her, emphasizing the next words that came from my mouth, "That tattoo on her wrist was infected in the worst way, it was killing her. When you walked in on us, I was sucking the infection right out of her, like you do with a snake bite."

Ever shakes her head easily, fully convinced, "I know what I saw."

I closed my eyes and gave myself a space for a moment. Pinching the bridge of my nose with my fingers before taking a long, deep, calming breath, I mentally slapped myself, "I know how it looks. And I know you don't believe me. But I've been trying to explain and you just wouldn't let me, so I did all of this to get your attention. Because, Ever, trust me, you've got it all wrong."

Take note: I bolded my statement so boldly. I even relaxed my arms and opens, showing that I'm innocent and this is all a big misunderstanding.

I've got centuries to perfect my acting skills. Although, this is not an act and this is live in true life.

"All I know is that I want you to go back to your coffin, or your coven, or wherever it is that you lived before you came here and –" She gasps for breath, trying her best to wake up or stop strangling her with this kind of dream, "Just leave me alone – just go away!"

I tried my best not to explode, but I manage to shut my eyes and shake my head. I even tried to stifle my laughter up to this point, and I just need to shed a tear and move it off from my face, "I'm not a vampire, Ever."

"Oh yeah? Prove it!" She still protests, her voice shaky while her eyes still takes mine on, fully believed that a set of rosary, garlic clove (hmm, I'll be smelly though), and a wooden stake will finish all of this. May I also grab a wooden mallet and give it to her. Fancy.

"Don't be ridiculous," I finally cackle, cracking up lively. This is quite turning to be okay, yes. And I may advice to stop reading fictional and foolish vampire stories, "There's no such thing."

"I know what I saw," She pouts like a kid, picturing the gore, blood, Haven and my strange and creepy roo- Hey! I think that's not that terrifying! Well, for you, yes, but for me, it's like my private place to have fun and relax or something.

Oh, she asks about my "connections," in her mind, anyway. I shook my head and looks at her, beaming proudly, "Well, for that matter, I was also a good friend of Leonardo da Vinci, Botticelli, Francis Bacon, Albert Einstein, and John, Paul, George, and Ringo."

I pause, staring at the blank expression on her face. I even remember my other friends who had been dead (sadly) for more than centuries. Fortunately, some are alive and still kicking. Groaning, I exclaimed, "Christ, Ever, the Beatles!"

With her 'are-you-still-sane-or-something' look on her face, I continue laughing to my heart's content as I shook my head, "God, you make me feel old."

I was about to touch her, pat her lightly or something when she still pulls away from my reaching hand. I managed a small grin, correcting her, "I'm not a vampire, Ever. I'm an immortal."

Ever rolls her eyes, muttering, "Vampire, immortal, same difference," as she begins to shake her head and fussing under her breath, thinking how it is such a big deal to argue over a label. A label, to her eyes, for now.

"l am, but it happens to be a label worth arguing over, as there is a big difference. You see, a vampire is a fictional, made-up creature that exists only in books, and movies, and in your case, overactive imaginations," I smiled widely, grinning at her thoughts while teaching her what is right about me, "Whereas I am an immortal. Which means I've roamed the earth for hundreds of years in one continuous life cycle. Though, contrary to the fantasy you've conjured in your head, my immortality is not reliant on bloodsucking, human sacrifice, or whatever unsavory acts you've imagined."

She squints, suddenly remembering my red brew I'm always chugging. I laugh, simpering with fascination at her labels, "Immortal juice. Good one. Imagine the marketing possibilities."

I thought she'd laugh with me, lightening the mood or something but she didn't even flinch at my joke. Maybe it's pretty lame and unnoticeable.

I soften my face with my gaze, stopping my chuckling, and said, "Ever, please, you've no need to fear me. I'm not dangerous or evil and I would never do anything to hurt you. I'm simply a guy who's lived a very long time," I shake a bit about it. Look, I'm age-sensitive, you know. "Maybe too long, who knows? But that doesn't make me bad. Just immortal. And I'm afraid... "

I tried reaching for her, my mouth ready to declaim what she's become, but she backs away with her trembling legs. Ever whispers, her heart with madness. "You're lying! This is crazy! You're crazy!"

Once again, I want to slap myself for telling her all of this. I mean, I could've told her everything in a normal way she wants, she expects or whatsoever, but I guess I didn't wait enough. I shook my head, punching myself mentally, and gazes at her with regret.

Then I took a step toward her and said, "Remember the first moment you saw me? Right here in the parking lot? And how the second your eyes met mine you felt an immediate rush of recognition? And the other day, when you fainted? How you opened your eyes and looked right into mine and you were so close to remembering, on the very verge of recollection, but then you lost the thread?"

Ever stares at me in shock, her whole body turning stoned, immobilized, her mind is sure what am I going to say next. She steps a big step back, her dizziness affecting her balance as her knees buckle as she mumbles and refusing to accept it, "No!"

"I'm the one who found you that day in the woods. I'm the one who brought you back!"

She shakes her head, her eyes forming tears. NO!

"The eyes you looked into, on your return were mine, Ever. I was there. I was right there beside you. I brought you back. I saved you. I know you remember. I can see it in your thoughts."

"No!" She screams one more time, covering her ears and shutting her eyes. Shouting at the top of her lungs, she yells, "Stop it!"

"Ever," I tried to soothe her, calming her pained senses, "I'm sorry but it's true. Though you have no reason to fear me." I assured her.

Ever crumbles to the ground slowly, her face pressed against her knees as she breaks into her violent, heart-breaking sobs. Her demands pierced me, "You had no right to come near me, no right to interfere! It's your fault I'm a freak! It's your fault I'm stuck with this horrible life! Why didn't you just leave me alone, why didn't you just let me die?"

"I couldn't stand to lose you again," I murmur near her ear after kneeling down beside her. I can feel the thumping of my heart out of uneasiness and my eyes near to tears of pain or something. "Not this time. Not again."

She lifts her eyes to my level, gazing with no idea about what I know, what suffering I experienced, and I know it's better to keep it. I mask my face with anguish as I shook my head, fulfilling her request not to pry about my private pain anymore.

My eyes wide-open as I immediately set up my defence, "Ever, please don't think that way, please don't –"

"So – so you just randomly decide to bring me back while my whole family dies?" Ever glares at me, her sorrow overlapped by burning rage. "Why? Why would you do such a thing? I mean, if what you say is true, if you're so powerful you can raise the dead, then why didn't you save them too? Why only me?"

I winced at her friendly gaze, sensing at thousands of small arrows of hate ready to strike at me. And even if I do my best to bring them back, there's no way I can because it already got their souls from Summerland and crossed the bridge. Plus if there's many I resurrect as immortals, there will be consequences, prices to be paid and they might also hate me for dooming their souls to live again even if their real choice is to go and accept their fate as dead.

"I'm not that powerful. And it was too late, they'd already moved on," I declared sadly with a frown, "But you, you lingered. And I thought that meant you wanted to live."

She leans against the red Miata, shutting her tearful eyes and continues to resurrect her guilt and double it ten times more. Great, I'm just so great. I'm supposed to brighten her, make her look at the positive outlook in life.

And now, she thinks that because of her useless wandering through that stupid field (Namely, Summerland), distracted by those pulsating trees and flowers that shivered, (which are bought when you really first stroll through the beautiful, impossible, heavenly paradise-like Summerland)

While they moved on, crossed over, and I fell for his bait…

With that thought, I briefly looked at her and avert my gaze. I knew I shouldn't have let her drink the crimson elixir and make her live. I shouldn't have been selfish and that and –

"Go away! Just – go away. I never want to see you again."

"Ever, please don't say that if you don't really mean it," I plea her, my voice fragile, weak, as I almost give off my balance from where I stand. I can hear her shattered voice in her mind, forming words in her thoughts. Thoughts that kill me deep inside, making my heart faint and lifeless.

You say you'd never harm me, but look what you've done! You've ruined everything, wrecked my whole life and for what? So I could be alone? So I could live the rest of my life as a freak? I hate you – I hate you for what you've done to me – I hate you for what you've made me. I hate you for being so selfish! And I never, ever want to see you again!

She stays like that, like a rocking chair that rocks back and forth, leaning against her little vehicle. I gazed wistfully at the crystal-encrusted horseshoe bracelet she threw at me with force, that I gave her at the day back on the racetrack, shining on the ground.

Just let me be normal, please just let me be normal again. Just go away, leave me alone. Because I hate you-I hate you-I hate you-I hate you-

As I picked it up from the cold-stoned ground, I sighed deeply and shook my head tired. She needs time to think and space, anyway. So I'll probably give her that while I self-reflect about what I've done.

I sped away from the lot with the bracelet in my hands, not bothering to get my car and drive away as I can manifest and manipulate matter. All I know is the car bubbled, disappearing from existence, to bring it out here as I drive it away and a million of soft, waxy red tulips glistening in the morning sun that cover all of the cars that I left behind for Ever that filled the whole parking lot.