Flameslavier, you gave me three reviews already! Last fanfic, it took till chapter five before anyone said anything! I suppose I must have proved I was a good writer or something, and you guys just went ahead and poured reviews down my throat. Keep it up! Flamealchemist103, question, did you read my other fanfic first? I never saw you reviewing or favoriting or (and someone tell me what this is) following. Not to nag, plenty of other people never reviewed and favorited it, or followed (?) it, I'm just curious.
Pisica's POV:
"Ow…" I moaned again. I heard shoes squeak on the pavement next to me, and saw a shadowy figure lean over my head. "Pisica! What happened to you?" I let my head fall back on the ground. "I just learned what it was like to be struck by lightning. And I remembered a scene from my past." I said, watching Soarece pick my limp hand up, watching my pulse. "Shouldn't you be dead?" she asked, sounding concerned. "You needn't sound so disappointed." I mumbled grumpily, sighing as she picked me up and dragged me back to the shack.
When I was properly situated in bed, she went back to the roof to check out the spot where I had almost been fried. When she came back in she was soaking wet, and looked awed. "You were standing right on top of an active power circuit. The only reason you aren't dead is it backfired." I felt my forehead. "I wondered why I was blown off. Here I thought the lightning just catapulted me." She looked excited, and leaned toward me. "You said you remembered something! What was it?" I blushed, feeling very uncomfortable. "Umm…" she grinned wickedly. "Was it a dirty scene?" I choked, scrabbling at my blankets for something to throw at her.
"No! I was…dancing." I blushed harder, thinking. "With a man… I think he was a vampire. He had very pretty red eyes…" I trailed off, remembering the exact shade of red, and the tiny glints of other colors, like a flickering flame. Soarece giggled. "You are so in love with him." I blushed crimson, shaking my head rapidly. "NO! I mean, your eyes are pretty too, but he's taller, and more graceful and-" I cut myself off, noticing I was going into his traits again. She smirked. "In. love. With. Him." I buried my head in my pillow. "Shut up." I muttered, feeling my face heat up. She got up, feeling my forehead. "Hey, you're heads hot. Are you all right?"
I lifted one side of my glasses to glare at her. "Just about dying of embarrassment, but otherwise I'm right as well… um, rain." She snickered. "Well, we really need to find out who he is. This is serious." I let my lenses fall back into place. "More serious than it already was? Funny, I was under the impression it couldn't get more serious than a total mind wipe." She squealed excitedly, like a little girl. Even though I was technically only two years old, I knew I was much older than her, at least in this respect. "Yes, but this is romance. Imagine how heartbroken he must be, thinking you died or something. We need to get you back together!" I rolled my eyes.
For a girl raised on the streets, Soarece could be surprisingly naïve. "What if he was the one who tried to kill me? Like out of jealousy or something. Maybe I was cheating on someone with him." She bounced excitedly. "Was that the vibe you were getting from him? Was he jealous, protective, or what, c'mon, give me details!" I sighed, rubbing my forehead. "He was…amused. Like he had got one up on me in some kind of prank war or something. I was annoyed, but kind of…" I blushed. "Flattered. That's all I really remember. No names, or locations, or whatever."
She grabbed her coffin. "That's it. We've wasted enough time on me, we're going to focus on you from now on." She threw all her clothes, which were two complete outfit changes, and a few other necessities, into it, then closed and locked it. "I feel so selfish, wasting time with my vampirism instead of focusing on the real problem." She dumped all my stuff in a backpack. She shoved it at me, and I caught it dumbly. "But…what about our home? And pardon me for pointing this out, but being a vampire is more immediate than amnesia. Just saying."
I knew better to fight with her when she was in this mode. She was going to do what she bloody well wanted, and I would have to trail in her wake, trying to repair the damage. Nothing I could say would shake her out of it; I just had to wait for her impulse to wear off. Sadly, this meant moving god knows where, and… wait a minute. "Do you have a plan, or are we just going to wander Europe until we cross paths with him or someone else from my past?" I asked, feeling this may be an argument I could win. She shook her head. "We're going to head to where you're memories start, and then work on from there." My heart sank. Bang went my plan for dissuading her.
"Ok, but…" I trailed off, seeing her take her most stubborn pose, and glare at me expectantly. "Never mind." She nodded firmly, and shoved me out the door, into the freezing rain, I might add. She threw her coffin out after me, and I shoulder my backpack, feeling just a little better, after all, I might get my memory back. Soarece stepped out after me, closing the door, but leaving it open for strays and beggars. You never know. She picked up her coffin, and we set off into the night.
Soarece's POV:
I let my coffin fall to the ground, feeling antsy and nervous. All this rain didn't technically count as running water, but it was giving me the willies. Pisica had stopped in a clearing by a stream, which only made me more jittery. "I remember seeing the moon reflecting off this stream." She said slowly, looking around her. "I remember crawling downhill, but I don't remember where from." I looked uphill. With my vamperic vision, I could see a dip in the mountainside that looked promising. We headed upwards, me dragging my coffin, silently thanking the carpenter, or machine, that made it so sturdy.
We stopped at the top of the dip, and I whistled low. The ground below us was charred, even, and this was a shrewd guess, two years after some kind of explosion. Twisted bits of metal had been picked up by a salvage team or something, but we could both see that the place had been full of it. Pisica whimpered, shivering. "This is a bad place. I shouldn't be here. This is a bad place." I looked at her, surprised. She never showed this level of fear before, and I could actually smell it. "What do you remember?" I asked gently, knowing this was the one thing that would get her moving.
She took off her glasses, and I was surprised to see her pupils, which were normally cat-like, had almost become human. "I remember fire." She whispered, shuddering like she was feeling it all over again. "I remember death. I remember flames." Her eyes were far off, like she was seeing something in the distance."I remember scorching heat. I remember falling, sinking…" she was shaking now, and her eyes started to roll up in her head. "I remember being called back, I remember-" she collapsed, and I caught her, surprised.
Ok, so she died. Big deal, you can do this Soarece. I thought to myself, dragging her and my coffin to a secluded cave. I put her down, opening the backpack and getting out a blanket and lighter, putting the blanket on her and the lighter in my pocket. I went to go look for tinder, wondering what I would do if she never wok up.
Pisica's POV:
I moaned, light searing my tender eyes. I cracked them open, seeing flames. I shrieked and jumped back, slamming into what felt like a solid rock wall. "Whoa! Pisica! Calm down!" I heard Soarece say, but my vision was taken up by the flames, their color and light, burning my eyes. I shrieked again and again, feeling them burn my limbs. Something blocked the vision. "Pisica, it's ok! Look at me, what do you see?" I whimpered. "Firefirefirefirefirefirefire." Was all I could say, whispering it in a chant like I hoped it would drive the real thing away. She turned, kicking sand over it. "There, it's gone, see?"
I swallowed hard, feeling my thoughts return. "Don't do that again." I whispered through numb lips. "Not here. Especially not here." She sat on her coffin, looking guilty. "I seem to be making all sorts of bad calls tonight, aren't I?" she said, looking at me sheepishly. I put my head in my hands. "No. You had no idea that I would have this reaction. We know more about me now, right?" I said, giving her a halfhearted grin. She smiled back, albeit tiredly. "Yeah, I guess we could put it that way. So, basically, fire brings back your memories?" I nodded, feeling very wary all of a sudden.
"It seems like it, yeah. Images come easiest, I haven't heard any names, or any sounds at all. When the lightning hit me, that was the clearest memory I had. It was the clearest one I could remember. But I can't go dancing out on a roof every time I want to remember more, and anytime I see fire I flip. Even a little campfire-" I gestured to the ashes, still gently smoldering. "-freaks me out." She rubbed her chin, thinking. "What did you remember, you know, there?" she asked, pointing outside. I shuddered. "I remembered being burned up. I was on fire."
She frowned. "But you were just a little banged up when I first saw you." I took a deep breath. "I don't want to talk about that here. Where can we go next?" she unfolded a map and looked at it. "Well, you speak English, so you're not from any of the countries nearby. You have more of a… American accent. Yeah, definitely. So now, we go to America. I blinked at her. "That will require a whole busload of cash, alibis, adults, and going overseas. We can manage alibis and money, at a pinch, but the others are more pressing anyway." She waved a hand airily. "Don't worry, I have a plan." Because her plans thus far had worked out so well.
Yes, she remembers a little bit more each chapter. Fire is an interesting memory invocative, but hey, go with the flow. They'll meet up with you-know-who next chapter, I promise. These are depressingly short, but I'm trying to get to a certain point, at which they shall become as lengthy and arduous (look it up) as you want. R, R, Rcomment. Auf Wedersien!