I love you. Why was that all that I could remember? One minute, I was at school, the next... well the next, I'm not sure. All of what happened next was erased, all that I remember was, some handsome man saying, I love you. The words rang in my head. I was somehow running, why? Why was I running, and more importantly, what was I running from? I was running, sweating, screaming, scared. And I was stumbling. I checked quickly over my should to see if whatever the hell I was running from was behind me. A figure, a dark outline. I rubbed my neck, a large hickey and two small holes covered it's surface. It had only been on night, hadn't it?
"Please, just leave me alone!" I screamed behind me.
"Natalie, wait! Please!" I knew that voice, that enchanting voice. Oh, how I loved that voice, if only I could place the name.
"Please! Who are you, and what do you want with me?" I panted, making a beeline for the dark woods. No. I told my feet. Not the woods, there is only death in the woods at night.
"Nat, you know me!" The voice now sounded younger, like my brother's. I screeched to a halt.
"A-adam?" I sputtered, running towards him. I embraced him in a hug. "I'm so scared."
"Don't be." The voice had changed again, it was now Andrew. I looked like him, it smelt like him too. I breathed in his safe, inviting scent.
"Not anymore." I looked up into his deep green eyes, his straight brown hair was messy, and his face looked stressed. He smiled, his dimples curving in deeply. His natural blush was a deep red, and his lips a light cherry color.
"Listen to me." He frowned, pushing my hair behind my ear. "You have to trust Steven, okay? He'll take care of you while I'm away, got it?"
"Of course." I smiled, grazing my lips against his. "Anything for you."
He embraced me in a large hug. "I love you, Natalie."
"I love you too." I looked up again, but instead I saw Steven's face.
"Do you trust me?" He laughed with a smile.
"Of course." I laughed along. "Where is Andrew going?"
"Somewhere you'll never want to go." I laid my head upon Steven's chest and shivered. His skin was ice cold, and his chest barely moved. Actually, it was still.
"Steven!" I cried, jumping backwards. "Y-you're dying! You must be, you're not breathing!"
"Oh, Natalie." He laughed. "I don't need air! Neither does my brother."
"B-but how?" I stammered. He simply smiled, I watched in horror as his handsome features transformed into the face of an animal. A hungry, evil animal. I opened my mouth to scream but no sound came out. Oh, crap. He lunged sweeping my neck gracefully as he stuck his fangs into the two little holes I had felt earlier. My body fell limp as he whispered in my ear.
"Does that answer your question?" I couldn't reply, nor move. Before I knew what was happening, I was engulfed in darkness, swallowed by the thought's of what was to come for me.
******The Brother's of Love********
The sunlight flitered through the window shades, I turned softly, my hand touching a bare chest. I squealed, jumping back. I peeked through my eyelids to see Steven lying next to me. I placed my hand to my neck, feeling the holes from the night before. Wait, I remember? I poked Steven softly, then more roughly when he didn't respond.
"What now?" He whined.
"I remember." I smiled, feeling acomplished with myself.
"Yay for you." He said turning back onto his stomach.
I twirled my hair. "Can you make me remember everything else, you know, since you have those special powers maybe?"
"Sure." He sat up drowsily. He looked me in the eyes. "You'll remember all I made you forget." I nodded sheepishly. The memories cam rushing back.
"What happened?" I had asked.
"Samantha happened." He replied.
"Samantha?" I asked following him into the forest.
"Samantha." He said grimly. "It's the same for my brother too."
"Can it be the same for me?" I asked.
"No, I don't want to ruin your life like Samantha ruined mine."
"Your life is ruined?" I was stroking his cheek sadly.
"Yes." I frowned, looking into his sad face. "You are my only sunshine."
We kissed, I felt sparks. Then he was gone.
"Oh. I remember." I whispered. "Who's Samantha?"
"Some bitch Andrew and I loved back in the 1800's. She was such a slut, she wanted all of us to be together. To be a married trio, not couple. She was killed, only after making us both vampire's." He said angrily. "You probably don't want to hear me go into that topic."
"No no, I do." I whispered stroking his cheek. "What was she like?"
"Well, she looked exactly like you, only her hair was curly. You both have completely different attitudes though. When she was sixteen, she had a child, I guess you are related to her."
"Different how?" I asked.
"She was... calm, quiet. You, you're different. I don't know what to call you."
"Oh." I said quietly, looking away. There was something simliar between us besides the looks, I was also a slut. I am also in love with both brothers, they're so alike, yet so different. "Do you know where Andrew is?"
He seemed startled that I had changed the subject. "I think he's still in Louisiana."
"Oh, ok. Why?"
"I think he's visiting our old home." Steven said grimly.
"Okay, sorry I freak out a lot." I smiled softly. I jumped, a large something made of glass fell to the floor down stairs. Before I knew it, Steven was out of the bed.
"Hello?" I heard him call out. "Show yourself."
"I see I've been replaced." I heard a voice that sounded very much like mine say. I tiptoed down the stairs, peering through the bars at Steven and.... Samantha?
"Samantha?" Steven gaped. She was beautiful. She looked like my twin.
"Who did you think it was bitch, Nat?" She spat. Her words hung in the air.
"But I watched you die, you're dead!" He stuttered.
"Well, I'm not. Keep an eye on your slut, Bitch. A real close eye, and by the way, Andrew's not where you think he is. I felt as her cold blue eyes turned to face me. "Hello, Slut. Oh how cute, Slut and Bitch, the perfect couple."
"Samantha?" I felt as if I was looking in a mirror.
"Yes, Slut. You can stop drooling, I know I'm sexy. Like I said, Bitch, keep an eye on your Slut." And then she was gone, as if she was never there at all.
"Steven?" I walked over to comfort him. "Are you okay?" I placed a hand on his back.
"Go home, Nat. We can talk about this later." He seemed shocked.
"Ok." I frowned pulling open the door. I climbed inside my car. "Crap." My keys were still inside his house. I didn't want to see Steven so scared, so I decided to walk.
I strolled down the street taking small steps. My house was about a mile away. I looked into the horizen, it was getting dark. I faced the road again, my back to the woods. The roads were empty. A twig snapped, I jumped looking behind me. I faced the road again, before I knew it I was being pulled back by my hair. "Let go of me!" I screeched. I was being pulled deeper into the woods.
I was thrown to the ground, my body draining of blood, instead of being sweet and gentle like Steven's was, this hurt. I screamed.
My neck was lifted off the ground and a mouth was pressed to my ear. "Listen here, bitch. No one replaces me." Samantha spat. She threw my head back to the ground. I shook violently. "Don't worry, you'll be dead soon." She called over her shoulder. My vision blurred and I was suddenly engulfed in darkness. This is the end. I thought sadly. I'm going to die.
