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Chapter 13

She had been sitting outside of Haydn's hotel for over an hour, waiting for him to come out so she could follow him in her car, wearing regular jeans and a T-shirt to blend in. It had been almost impossible to sneak past Calvin and it would be even harder to get back in. Maybe she should just go home, come back tomorrow. She yawns loudly. Yeah that sounded like a good plan. She turns the key to start the car, when Haydn suddenly strolls out of the hotel and heads to his car.

Finally. She waits for him to get ahead a bit before following him at a distance, making sure to stay as far behind as possible without losing sight of him. He begins to drive away from the center of town, towards the outskirts. She starts to see decrepit, sad looking buildings and wonders where the hell he could be going.

He pulls into an abandoned lot, and cautiously steps out the car, looking around him several times before walking rapidly down the street. Marisia, waiting two blocks back, goes down another block and leaves her car in an alley. She can barely see him ahead and crosses the street before running to catch up, again staying at least half a block behind and sticking to the shadows.

He continues to look around him every few minutes, and every time he looks her way, she manages to duck behind something just in time. But suddenly, after a close call, he seems to disappear. What the_ She has time to think before she is suddenly shoved roughly against a nearby building. She struggles to yank the stake out of her pocket, equally effective on vampire or a mugger, when her attacker speaks.

"Why are you following me Marisia?" She hears Haydn ask exasperated.

"Why are you lying to me? " She counters. He lets her go and she whirls around, breathing heavily. His green eyes are hard.

"Because I think that it's best."

"You think its best?" She sputters outraged. "Who are you to decide what's best for me?" He sighs in irritation.

"You're absolutely right Marisia, why in the world would I think I could decide anything without it pissing you off?"

"God Haydn, really? We're not even dating; we're forced to be soul mates. I never thought that entitled you to decide anything for me."

"I suppose it doesn't, but that doesn't mean you can make me tell you things that are none of your business." His voice is cold as ice.

"Whatever Haydn, your right, fine, I'm going home." She turns around and begins to walk back to her car.

"Wait." She slowly spins around.

"What?"

"I suppose you can come with me." He sounds reluctant.

"And where would this be?"

"I was trying to get information. It's a-kind of a place for people like me to get together, hang out." Marisia feels her eyes widen.

"You know where a club for Others is?" She asks eagerly. The clubs for Others were almost impossible to find, unless you were one, due to a ton of powerful spells. Haydn looks surprised.

"You've actually heard of them?"

"Why wouldn't I have?"

"Well, it's just they're usually so secretive." She shrugs.

"The School just seems to know everything. I even found one once, they're spells were down briefly, it was chaos and we completely wiped them-"She stops at Haydn's disapproving expression. "Never mind," He continues walking and she hurries to catch up.

"So where is the mysterious vamp club at?" He glances back at her, clearly amused.

"You should be able to see it by now." She looks around, but all she sees are the same broken down buildings they've been seeing for blocks now.

"I can't see anything but these old rickety seemingly endless buildings." She huffs annoyed at his smug tone.

"Well we're here." He stops abruptly and she stumbles into him, falling backwards. He of course catches her effortlessly.

"Careful," He breaths, staring down at her with his dazzlingly green eyes. She squirms out of his arms and takes several steps backward. For a moment, he appears confused but his face soon resumes its usual smirk. "Careful klutz. Aren't vampire hunters supposed to be graceful or something?"

"We are in fact, generally amazing at everything. But we can't help it if there's a jerk like you around." She says matter-oh-factly, trying to desperately hide how infuriating she thinks he is. How in the world did he keep doing this?

"I'm sure," He says chuckling softly, apparently seeing right through her façade. "Now please can you be quiet for five minutes? If anyone in there finds out you're a vampire hunter, neither of us will be leaving alive." His voice is flat, having gone through another rapid mood change.

"I think I can manage," She replies dryly. "But how in the world is this the right place?" All she can see is a building just as decrepit as the others with broken windows and graffiti to match.

"This is it all right; you're just too human to see it." He turns around and knocks on its rusted metal door. The door opens a crack after a moment and a wary hoarse voice croaks,

"Who is it?"

"It's me." And with that the door opens, it's pitch black inside. Oh she was so not going in there; it had trap written all over it. She begins to back up and runs into Haydn. He grabs her arms in his iron grip.

"Hey, it's okay," He says quietly leaning down. "What's a couple of vampires against the great Marisia?" He gently nudges her forward and soon she is shut in the black with an ominous clang. She doesn't have enough weapons and has no clue what she's getting into. Where the hell had the other guy gone? If he jumped out at her he was so dead, and she was so gone. And so she is pushed along, dragging her feet, down a dim corridor where all she can see is the peeling moldy wall paper of some horrendous floral pattern and occasionally another doorway.

Suddenly there's a gaping hole in front of her and she resists the urge to scream. She wrenches herself from his arms and calmly begins to walk down. She would not walk in there looking terrified.

"Relax."

"I'm perfectly relaxed." She replies stiffly, which she realizes too late emphasizes how freaked she is. The last time she was at one of these clubs, she had had the backup of six others vampire hunters and she'd been thirteen. There'd been at least twenty of them then, and later she'd heard it was relatively small. It had given her nightmares for weeks. This one looked at least twice as big, and it was just her and Haydn. Great. She thinks in dismay as they come to the end of the stairs and head towards a door. What had she gotten herself into?

The door opens into a bright room with pop music blaring, it looks completely normal from a distance it looks like just a bunch of regular people having fun, hanging out with their friends. For a second. They all freeze when the door opens and as they turn towards the door they look anything but. She sees eyes glow and fangs flash and struggles to resist the urge to whip out her stake.

It's just a second before they turn back to their friends and whatever the heck they're doing, but the second's enough for Marisia to want to bolt out of the room and come back with ten others. Haydn grabs her arm and steers her in.

Marisia glues herself to his side, and refuses to look in any of their faces, knowing if she sees a monster beneath the mask she'll go all vampire hunter on them. He drags her over to a man sitting down on a stool, drinking something that actually appears to just be plain old coke.

He forces her to sit beside him and as they do the man gives them a cool glance. She forces herself not to gasp. He's absolutely terrifying. He doesn't appear to be a vampire or werewolf or anything but he just seems so cold. He appears to only be a little older than her with hair that is ice white and hangs jagged over his glacier blue eyes like broken ice and his skin is as white as snow.

"What do you want?" Demands the terrifyingly cold man. He completely ignores her.

"Glad to see you too Eric." Haydn replies cheerily. Eric sighs.

"You must want something Haydn. Or did you seriously come all this way just to ruin my night?"

"Good idea, I might just do that some time. But really I do need to ask you something." Haydn continues suddenly all business.

"And what would that be?" Eric turns around to face him fully and crosses his arms, clearly fed up with this.

"Have you heard anything recently about a plot for something?"

"Why?"

"Just wondering. Anything at all about I don't know, murder?" He raises an eyebrow cracking his statue like exterior.

"Murder? Why in the world would I know anything about something like that?" Haydn shrugs.

"I don't know, you're pretty high up there aren't you? The king of something or other, so shouldn't you know things like that?" A storm erupts in his unnerving blue eyes.

"That is exactly why I'm never told anything. Everyone assumes since I'm so "up there" that I'll report them or do something myself. Most don't bother to talk to me." His artic voice is surprisingly bitter and Marisia strangely feels bad for him. Somehow he seems to sense it and turns his shocking gaze on her.

"And who are you?" He questions sounding genuinely curious. She frantically looks at Haydn whose face clearly says," Don't say anything." But when did she ever listen to him?

"Marisia." She answers; glad her voice doesn't give anything away.

"Marisia, that's an odd name."

"Yes it is." He gives a small smile.

"Well, Marisia I think we should be going," Haydn says voice tense as he yanks her arm impatiently. "Thanks for being so helpful, but we really need to leave."

"So soon?" Eric asks dryly.

"Yes unfortunately for you we have places to be." Could he seriously be jealous? She thinks in disbelief as she's pulled roughly away.

"Haydn, what the hell was that?"

"What was what?" He stops, scanning the room.

"You know what. And who was he?"

"You heard his name didn't you?" He yanks her in another direction.

"No I mean what was he?"

"Oh I thought the School you're so fond of knew everything."

"No one can know everything Haydn, what was he?" He pulls her off into a corner, away from the pulsing lights and noise.

"I suppose you could say he's a bit of everything." His eyes dart constantly around the room.

"What do you mean a bit of everything?"

"Well, and I know how ridiculous this sounds, but I suppose you could say he's literally the king of winter."

"The king of what?!" He sighs and focuses back on her.

"I said I know how it sounds but its true, there's one for all four seasons. They're siblings, control the seasons, with the best qualities from all of the Other's."

"How is that possible?"

"I don't know some kind of magic and—great." He says frowning looking away into the crowd.

"What?" She demands trying to peer around him.

"Nothing, nothing," Haydn attempts to assure her hastily. "I just think we should be going." How stupid did he think she was?

"I'm not an idiot Haydn, what's wrong?"

"Just someone I really don't want to talk to right now, come on." He begins to pull her away, through the dance floor which earns them plenty of glares as they run into people.

"Haydn let go!" She cries outraged, digging her feet in and attempting to wrench herself free.

"Sorry, can't." He replies insincerely, and seeing that she refuses to budge, scoops her up in his arms and dashes for the door.

"Let me down Haydn!" Marisia struggles in his arms and manages to hit him more than once, but he doesn't even wince. Finally in a stroke of genius, she remembers her stake and manages to rip it out from her pocket and jab it into his arm. Not enough to seriously hurt him, but enough that she's dumped to the floor.

"God, Marisia, what the hell is wrong with you?" He exclaims furiously, scowling down at his wounded arm.

"What's wrong with me?" She shouts back, getting shakily to her feet. "You're kidding right?" A small crowd of curious and furious looking people had begun to gather around them, she ignores it and focused on the infuriating vampire, who is also unfortunately her soul mate, standing in front of her.

"Yes you! Must you always make everything so difficult?"

"Sorry I just don't enjoy be pulled and carried around by a flipping vampire without an explanation!" Haydn suddenly appears to notice the growing crowd.

"Marisia," His voice is uneasy and he reaches for her again. "I promise I'll tell you but please we really need to go."

"I'll go, just not with you." And with that she pushes through the crowd to the door. Someone gets there before her.

"Move." She says annoyed, to the vampire lounging against the door.

"Why should I?" He replies, voice lazy.

"Because if you don't, I'll put this through your heart." She says pleasantly with a sweet smile while pressing her stake against him. His eyes widen marginally, but his face soon resumes its careless expression.

"I've never known you to be able to do that." He says with a sly grin. Her eyes narrow.

"I've never seen you before in my life. What do you want?" He chuckles softly.

"I never said in this life. What is it you are called now, Marisia?" She presses the tip harder.

"How do you know my name?" She demands, managing not to let her worry show. He shrugs.

"I have people looking for you every time."

"What's that supposed to mean?" He looks at her quizzically.

"You honestly don't remember me?" He sounds surprised. Marisia examines him more closely. He was tall, but not extremely tall, with surprisingly tan skin for a vampire, along with tousled golden curly hair and startling blue-green eyes that remind her of the ocean, his smile is more sarcastic than Haydn's ,and that was saying something, she also has no clue who he is.

"Sorry no, but you might want to tell me before I kill you."

"Whoa calm down," He puts his hands up. "Chill. I'm Evan." The crowd had begun to migrate around them. Haydn suddenly bursts through.

"Marisia you can't just run off like—"He freezes staring behind her at Evan, apparently this is why they were leaving so quickly.

"Haydn." Evan says grinning from ear. Haydn glares back at him.

"Evan what are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing. I was just talking to Marisia here, and she can't seem to remember me. Funny isn't it?"

"Maybe you just don't leave much of an impression on people. And we were just leaving." He reaches out to grab her arm but she jumps out of reach.

"No, first tell me what's going on."

"I will I promise, but first we really need to go." She realizes he's right. The previously curious if somewhat annoyed crowd around them now is turning hostile.

"Fine, but you will tell me," She turns back to Evan who is still lounging against the door. "Move." He shrugs and moves to the side. She wrenches the door open and marches outside, Haydn close behind.

"Marisia, wait," She continues her angry walk down the deserted street. "Please, just hold on a sec." He catches her by the shoulder and she whirls around.

"Who was he Haydn? And why were you so desperate for me not to see him?"

"This is exactly why I didn't want to tell you I was coming here. You overreact to everything." She stares at him incredulously.

"Overreact? I overreact? Seriously? Says the guy who practically tried to drag me away just so I wouldn't see Evan?"

"Yes overreact. You think I'm not telling you something, so you stalk me. You don't trust me when I say we need to leave, so you stab me and run away causing a scene and in case you didn't notice, we were about two seconds away from getting attacked in there."

"You don't have to hide anything from me Haydn! I'm not little kid, I can handle it. "

"I don't doubt that," He says wryly." But I really just don't want to make things any more complicated for you. You have enough to deal with as it is."

"Like my upcoming expiration date?" He winces. "I've dealt with this kind of crap all of my life Haydn, please I can take it." He sighs in defeat, she had won as usual.

"Fine, what exactly is it you would like to know?"

"First of all, who the hell is Annabelle? " He seems to contemplate his answer a moment.

"Well, I thought at first when you told me your dream that it was her, but that's not possible. She died over a hundred years ago in a fire set by vampire hunters."

"Oh, but who was she?"

"She was the one who made me a vampire," He waits for a response, but she's speechless. "She was insane. I only stayed with her so she wouldn't just go around killing people whenever she liked. I'm glad she's dead." It was the first time he had ever talked about his past to her and she has no clue what to say. How did you respond to that?

"Oh," She says again lamely. "Did you ever think she could have faked it?" Haydn frowns shaking his head.

"I did, but I don't think even Annabelle is that devious. We'll just have to keep looking. But come on, we should probably keep moving; it isn't safe for us to just stand around here." He resumes walking and she hurries to catch up.

"Who is Evan Haydn? And why were you so desperate to keep him from me?" She realizes he had totally been avoiding the subject.

"He's just some jerk I really didn't want to deal with." Marisia knows he's lying, if he was just "some jerk" Haydn would be sure to tell him that. She stops in front of him, arms crossed.

"Yeah right Haydn. How gullible do you think I am?"

"I was hoping very."

"Well you were wrong."

"I know I'm as surprised as you, it doesn't happen well ever."

"Haydn, just stop it! He said he knew me from another life. He seemed surprised I didn't recognize him. Is there something you'd like to tell me Haydn? Have you been messing with my memory?"

"Well yes, actually I have."

"Haydn I can't believe you'd do that to me! How dare you do that!"

"I really didn't think you'd appreciate seeing yourself kissing your best friend or that jerk in there." His voice is cold; she can't tell anything from his expression.

"What, both of them?! All three of you?!" His face goes dark, eyes hard.

"Yes all three of us." Something dawns on her.

"You're jealous! "She exclaims laughing hysterically.

"Of them? Hardly." He scoffs, but it doesn't fool her.

"Yes that's exactly what you are jealous!"

"No, I'm not!" He replies adamant.

"Okay fine, be in denial. But give me my memories back!"

"Not right here. Remember how it was last time? No, come back to my hotel and I'll give them back there." She eyes him suspiciously, but his wide green eyes and face are the epitome of innocence.

"Fine, but don't pull anything." He walks her to her car and then heads back to his in total silence. She follows him back to his hotel, mind racing. Did she really want these memories back? It would be completely awkward and confusing to see herself kissing Calvin, he was her best friend. And Evan was a total stranger, well at the moment. But they were her memories, no matter how disturbing, they were hers. She just hopes she can deal with them.

They pull in and she follows Haydn into the lobby and up the elevator to his room they remain in silence. "Are you sure you want me to do this?" He asks quietly as they enter the room.

"Yes," She says making her voice firm. "Yes I'm sure. Just get it over with." He raises an eyebrow, looking at her quizzically.

"If you want me to "get it over with" you really aren't sure at all." He was right, she was terrified, she didn't want these memories. But they were hers nonetheless and no matter if she liked them or not, she would have to deal with them.

"Yes I'm sure. Please just finish this." She sits down on the edge of a bed and he sits down beside her.

"Hey, you don't have to do this," He says, voice surprisingly gentle. "I didn't keep this stuff away from you because I was jealous, which yeah I kind of am, but I really think this will upset you. " She shrugs.

"Whatever, I'm generally quick at getting over things."

"Okay, but don't say I didn't warn you." He stares into her eyes a moment and once again a tidal wave of memories floods her head. Her and Calvin, best friends, nothing odd. But oh God, her and Calvin dating, kissing. That was simply too much, she had at some times, cared about him as a boyfriend rather than her best friend, before Haydn came along of course. Then she left him all alone for a stranger.

Her head feels like it is about to burst and she feels herself fall forward till Haydn catches her. Oh, poor Calvin, now that she was looking back at it, she could see how much it had hurt him to see her with Haydn, she hadn't noticed a thing before.

And then images of Evan flash by. Surprisingly, he terrified her, absolutely positively terrified her, yet she cared about him too oddly enough. How in the world could she care for three boys so differently? What the hell was wrong with her? It was overwhelming. Apparently she had seen all she needed to because the memories wash back into the depths of her mind.

"Are you alright?" Haydn asks eyeing her warily. She realizes she's still in his arms and bolts upright, almost tipping over again. She had a massive headache.

"I-I don't know, it was all so confusing," She replies dazed. "I really hate to admit this but, I think you might have been right about keeping them from me."

"I can take them back."

"No, no I need to deal with it; I can't run away from my problems. I-I'll be fine really Haydn." She tries to smile at him reassuringly, but he doesn't buy it.

"I really don't think you'll be close to fine any time soon. But you need to be. You have to be at your best right now. You either need to get ahold of yourself really quick or I'll take them back for now."

"There's ninety-five percent chance I can handle this."

"And the other five?"

"And a five percent chance that I'll completely lose it."

"Seriously Marisia, do you really think I'll let you keep those memories if you're seconds away from completely freaking out?"

"Yes, I do. Because if you don't, I'm so killing you."

"You can't kill me if you don't remember what you want to kill me for." He points out.

"I'll just figure it out again."

"Probably, but I really don't think you need to deal with this right now."

"Yeah because with my life there's going to be a better time."

"A better time than this, definitely. I promise I'll give them back, you can even call Calvin and tell him I'm taking them, he'll make sure you get them back."

"You can just take that away from him. Hey, how come Calvin doesn't remember any of his past lives, did you take those from him too?" Haydn swears under his breath.

"You're just too smart for your own good Marisia." His hand darts out, holding her chin firmly he forces her to look at him.

"Stop it!" She forces herself not to look into his eyes. It's fine Marisia, just look at me and it will all be fine. A soft soothing voice tells her. Yes it would be fine. She turns back and stares into his bright green eyes and she is soon lost in them.