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The usual disclaimers: I don't own FK, nor do I intend to offend with
mention of historical person(s). Somebody came up with a name
for the
brother, and I've used that. Whoever you are, thank you!!
Archive: fkfanfic, ftp, Lisa H., Shauna, anyone else who sends me the addy!!
See if you can guess who's telling this story....
I was an impossible case. I don't remember it, but my family and
husband
tells me that I was a really sweet person before my amnesia or whatever
they
want to call it. Not that I'm not nice now, at least I think
so, but Aris
says my brother told him (how's *that* for a friend-of-a-friend chain?)
that
I would never settle for being simply civil before.
Anyway, when I lived with my mortal family, my brother was always trying
to
tell me about 'before'. It would have driven me absolutely nuts
if he
hadn't allowed me to spend my nights outside and away from people.
He may
sound like an overcontrolling rascal to you now, but it was the Middle
Ages,
and he was well within his power limits.
I guess it was some kind of fever or something. I mean, the only
thing I
can think of that can totally wipe someone's memory is hypnotism, and
my
only theory other than illness was that a vampire made me forget.
But
that's silly, right?
My brother (well, half-brother) Henrique tried to help me, in his own
way.
The way he saw it (he was off doing something related to the duchy),
he left
a nice, polite French girl and came back to an incoherent beast in
the form
of his sister. So don't act like your son and call me a beast
for being a
vampire -- I've been far out, and this is nothing! This is the
sequence of
events he pieced together, from Henrique's point of view:
1) Left castle to investigate altercation on borders
2) Half-brother returned to castle from Crusade with male and female
(attractive) companions
3) Half-brother visited his mother and sister
4) Sister began to spend nights outside
5) Mother caught illness (pneumonia)
6) Everyone except mother spent most nights outside
7) Half-brother leaves
8) Mother dies
9) Sister forgets everything, including language and manners
10) Returned to castle
The first thing I ever remember is sitting in a damp rosebush, where
I had
fallen into out of my window, bleeding from thornpricks. Yeah,
I know it's
melodramatic as all get out, but that's how it was. I didn't
know the words
for anything, though. I guess it can be compared to remembering
one's
infanthood. To make a really long story short, my half-brother
took me in
and had some of the servants retrain me. It may seem sort of
pointless for
him to have done it, but according to him, the men in our family have
always
borne a lot of guilt.
I was about five (but I'd learned quickly, since the neurons were already
set up for the memories), but biologically twenty-two, when a strange
man
(very strange -- in most senses of the word) came to our castle.
I was
looking out my window, waiting for sunrise. He arrived just before
dawn,
and I would have sworn he was smoking. His skin was tanning by
the second,
it seemed! Well, I was concerned at this odd occurrence happening
outside
my window (and wondering how he managed to get to it without getting
impaled
on my roses), so I opened the shutters all the way and -- whoosh --
he was
in the room. I was a bit disconcerted. I was also concerned
greatly for
his well being. I'd always wanted to cure people -- ask me sometime
about a
four-year-old little girl named Florence -- and laid him on my bed,
then
closed the shutters and put blankets over them. I don't know
what odd
connection my brain made, but I had immediately figured out that he
was
allergic to the sun. Now, that should have made me think he was
a demon,
but like I said, I only had five years of experience in 'modern' living.
Anyway, I made a mad dash for the water pitcher and cloth on my dresser
and
tried to soothe his burns. As I reached over his head to adjust
the pillow,
he grabbed me. I had never felt a grip that strong, and I don't
think I
will again. I suppose the 'old' me would have gone docilely,
but I was
rather disturbed by this sudden turn of events. Well, Aris would
say I was
disturbed anyway, but he's just trying to be a wise guy. At any
rate, I
struggled a little. I figured he was delirious or something similar,
so I
tried to relax, and I put the cool cloth on his neck. How was I supposed
to
know he was a vampire? Don't laugh -- it was an honest faux pas.
Aris always tells me that he came into my room in a blind hunger and
burnt.
All he could understand was my blood, he says. But when he tried
to drain
me, he liked -- and I quote -- 'your candid exterior, your caring interior,
and the sweetness that was buried deep within you' so much that he
couldn't
kill me and brought me across instead. *I*, for one, never regretted
it.
So, enough about me, what's your name? Lucien? Nice to meet
you. My
husband Aristotle should be back shortly.
~~~~~
>From the BMV script (thanks, Lee!!):
Nick: ...and forget...
Fleur goes inside, her memory washed of all the details mortals must
not
know.
And then some.... ;)
Kathy Walsh of the Formidible Sig
pocket_protector@hotmail.com
--I've never met a vampire I didn't like
<>You've never met a vampire, Kathy!
--That's what *you* think.
