Lost Recollection
By: Kyo
E-mail: Ice_kyouketsu@hotmail.com
This ficlet was done by Kyo. Everyone you don't recognize from Nightwalker or Right Kind of Wrong belong to her ^.^
This is set before Right Kind of Wrong . . . you should be able to figure out when as you read it
Things in italics are memories and whispers in the mind
Lost Recollection
By: Kyo
E-mail: Ice_kyouketsu@hotmail.com
Complaining about his name.
Fathers’ name was Cayle.
Sires’ name was very long and hard to pronounce but it sounded nice.
Even Arean had a pretty name.
So he cried “I don’t like Shido!”
But Sire and Father just smiled. “Well you could have a name like your grandfathers . . .”
“What’s his name?”
“Sladyn . . .”
“I like Shido!”
And then Arean laughed and stared at him out of dark green eyes, like sires. Shido had father’s eyes, lighter like the jade in sire’s favourite ring.
Arean and him was special… one of a kind. No other velassi children had siblings their own age. Arean was just 40 years older than Shido, and his hair was black-purple instead of violet, but they looked identical. “Sun and Shadow” Sire would laugh and then they would ask questions about the deadly and beautiful sun that no velassi had ever seen.
Then like water the memory tumbled from his grasp and he awoke among the damned as they waited to be judged. Then in the corner of his eye he saw a figure of gold walking among them. His eyes, his insane, ever-shifting eyes, despite his minds scream could not leave the sire, a being who he’d never seen the likes of. Then the figure turned and he was trapped in pools of predatorial gold that judged him then filled with the look he’d seen many a time on his masters face, and while his body twitched in remembered pain another part of him cried out happily, wanting to go to the golden one and submit to him, feel the strong body filling him. . . with child. . . with love. . .
Movement near him, made him suddenly shy away, and from behind his filthy curtain of hair he watched as pair of males came forward, one dark, the other golden just like . . .
“What’s the sun like?”
They were discussing him, he could tell by their points and the sharp glances they sent towards him.
“You’ve been obsessed since you saw him!”
“No other has called me like he has! It’s worth a try to restore his sanity”
The pure gold sire had been watching him? A thrill of something raced through his stomach, and he tried to rise, to ask what was happening, but his body started to slip into exhaustion, and he slipped away into his mind.
“You are one of a kind and very special”
Yes father would know that wouldn’t he? He had experience in such matters, having two brothers himself… born at the same time… from the same father, all with the same silver streaked, black-purple hair. But their eyes… always flashing with fire and secrets, Shido could understand why Sire was scared of them. Scared of Lilith with his bright purple eyes, always knowing what you thought.
Scared of Amaris, who’s eyes were white, not pupil, no iris. . . but Amaris saw everything, cloaked in the same madness that had Sladyn kept from the sight of sires until finally curiosity had over come one of them and he’d slid late in the day into the rooms where Sladyn was kept.
His eyes slid open again, but this time he was in a different room, lying on a bed soft as sin. Movement startled him and he looked over to see the gold sire rise from a chair in the corner, a cautious smile on his face, the type you would wear around a frightened animal. But then the eyes developed the same look as before, predatorial and wanting. He blushed feeling flesh stir and did not notice the fingers reaching forward to touch him. And he wanted that touch so much, but as long fingers gently moved down the skin of his cheek, all memories of humiliation and shame crashed down on him, reliving all the pain.
Before the darkness was blood, and the knowledge that it wasn’t his own.
Arean smiled his secret smile, then held out his hand to show Shido the delicate alabaster comb he held, strips of jade and amethyst twining to form a bird. “Sire made it for you! He made me one too! Except mine has darker stones”
He didn’t reach for the comb, just stared at it in wonder.
“We’re not supposed to know about them yet though… only when we’re mated . . . icky!”
“I don’t wanna have a mate!”
“I don’t want one either”
“Make a promise!”
“What. . .”
“If either of us get mates they gotta be like Sire!”
“uhh . . . Alright . . . Shido stop pulling faces!”
“Nyaaaaaa!”
“Father! Shido’s poking his tongue out!”
“Little one . . . you can’t stay here”
He looked up and in the darkness of his mind a slim figure, with dark hair and eyes like the golden sire.
“You can’t be here! It’s private! Get out!!”
But the father didn’t leave, he just smiled sadly as the memories twined around them, pulling him away from the father, further into his mind.
“I can’t leave . . .”
“Yes you can but it would mean leaving all of these memories behind until you can look at them without madness. . . Besides my son . . .”
A picture of the golden sire appeared, and the memories faded as they were confronted with something of the present.
“Yes he’s become quite attached to you.”
“A mate” one of the memories whispered.
“You have to some back, it’ll be hard, but if you don’t the council will give orders for your execution.”
“I’ll come back.”
Around him the memories disappeared, drawing back far into his mind, out of reach.
“Father . . . Sire . . . Arean . . .”
“Let it go”
And finally the picture of a smiling darkling child faded from sight and he floated.
There was nothing
Just nothing.
“Who. . .” his voice cracked… how long had it been since he’d spoken last . . . he couldn’t. . . remember
The dark haired one left the room quietly, leaving behind the other.
The gold eyes fixed on him intently and he shuddered.
“You are a vampire, I turned you over a short time ago, the memory loss is a side effect from the change.”
“Oh. . . who are you. . . .”
“I am Cain. . . your name. . .”
A small hand reaching towards him.
“Shido look!”
“Shido. . . my name is Shido.”
Cain paused, startled them smiled and nodded.
In a garden long over grown two children played, chasing each other round the bushes.
“Shido’s got a mate! Shido’s got a mate!”
“No I don’t!!”
“You do… Amaris said you do! A sun hued mate waiting for his twilight!”
“No.. he didn’t.”
“All he has to do now is wait for you to grow up!”
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