Lost: Rose

Atwood Forest is untouched by the human world surrounding it. All they know is whoever enters, never returns...

Inside Atwood Forest there are one type of prey and one type of predator. The Vampire Hunter's are a race of magically blessed men and women who hunt and kill those who stray from the vampire fortress in the west of the forest. It is known that occasionally humans venture in the forest but not once has a Hunter ever been able to successfully save a human without losing their life.

A young girl is one day found on the boarder line of the Hunter and Vampire territory. She is without food, clothes, and shelter. When she is picked up by a group of Hunter's she is given the name Rose, due to a cryptic tattoo of roses embedding the skin of her back. She is without memory of who she is and where she'd come from. Trapped in a forest where a century-long war still rages on, she struggles to find the truth behind her existence in a world where everything is not as it seems...


16. Forgiveness

Whispers of a name I'd long forgotton called my name... Death had never felt so disturbing. I was dead... That I was certain of. Yet the darkness and the sense that I lingered somewhere I didn't want to me nudged my mind, and with that gentle push I became aware I was inside my body. Or so it would seem. I couldn't move. Wouldn't. Hands were clasping my own and the voice was becoming clearer, gentler, it sounded like Heath... But that couldn't of been true. Or so I'd told myself.


My eyes opened as I looked up at the ceiling, then a face. A sense of dread taking over me as it became aware to me that the face looming over me wasn't Heath, nor Laylan, Zara, or anyone else I knew. It was a stranger. I slowly felt my body buzz with ability as I clenched my free hand a few times trying to regain strength, my body recovering from a numbness that had seemed to had formerly kept my mind at peace. I licked my lips and closed my eyes,

"Who are you?" I asked. The jab in my arm caused me to wince, my eyes flying open to see another stranger drawing blood into a small vile. I glared at the stranger.

"A sample" she called out as she left the room. The stranger had let go of my hand as I turned to face him. It took me a few moments to recognize him as the leader of the group beside the creak... The human. Confusion took over. How did he know who I was?

"You won't get anything out of me. I'm as human as you are" I snapped disgust clearly evident as I went to sit up, his hand snapped out to press my shoulder down causing me to collapse back falling onto the bed.

"Don't get up, you don't have the energy" he said warily,

"Don't tell me lies" I snarled. Doing as I liked, I got up and ignored the throbbing in my head I looked down to see a sheet falling off me to reveal a white dress that caused me to realize I wore nothing beneath it.


"She's human, and everything seems normal as it should be... For a human there is. There's nothing strange about the blood sample apart from the fact her DNA is..." a male voice spoke I turned to see a young doctor walking in with a clipboard. He turned back to the man blinking away his shock in a second, before calmly shutting the door and turning back to the leader.

"Her finger prints have come up blank. According to the United States she doesn't exist" he said.

"You took my prints?" I asked confused looking at my hand,

"Maybe she's from overseas" the man murmured.

"I could be Russian, most vampires are" I joked coldly. They exchanged glances as I got up and tested out my legs grimacing at the sight of the white hospital shoes.

"Do they hurt?" the doctor asked,

"The shoes are hideous" I replied turning to turn to the mirror and freezing. My breath caught in my throat, my hand flew to my hair then to my face.

"What's wrong...?" the leader asked, confusion and slight worry creeping into his tone. I didn't tell them. Couldn't. I looked the same as I had the first time I'd seen my reflection in Heath's town. My dark red eyes had returned. I turned and lifted the back of my dress pausing as I saw the mark.

"No..." I whispered,

"Is something wrong?" he repeated himself. Dropping my hands I looked around.

"This has to be some sort of sick joke" I said my voice wavering, eyes welling up. Oh hell.

They both smiled, suddenly the door burst open and Heath turned to me eyes wide. I blinked,

"No" I whispered,

"Rose" he said, his voice wavering I trembled feeling his voice reach out. This was some crazy joke, they were joking. I was dead. This couldn't be...


But his hands on my arms lifting me up and into his embrace brought me back to reality as did his lips crushing against mine. I shut my eyes and began to cry,

"No" I whispered, unable to turn away I'd found my arms already around his neck.

"Don't lie to me Rose..." he whispered. I was so busy staring at him I didn't notice the two men leave shutting the door behind them.

"This isn't real" I said shutting my eyes willing my mind to go back to nothing. Feeling nothing. Knowing nothing. Being able to see nothing.

"Open your eyes Rose" he whispered his order. I did as he said tears glistening in my eyes blurring my vision before he swiped them away. Setting me down, he took a deep breath before cupping my face in his warm, calloused hands lifting my face to look up at his. I couldn't refuse his gaze.

"I want you to know... I forgive you and I want you to forgive me..." he began, I pulled away. Or tried to but his hands gently held me in place. Tears threatened once more as I watched his eyes filled up with tears.

"I'll never forget Bethany, but the pain of losing her didn't compare to the pain of losing you..." he continued. I shook my head,

"No, please..."

"I love you Rose, and I want you to love me. Even if it's just as a friend. If you're in love with Laylan I can understand..."

"Shut up Heath" I pleaded, causing him to pause just in time for me to cut in.

"I love you stupid" I cried reaching up to slap his cheeks before smoothing over the red marks with my thumbs.

"I don't deserve you, that's all..." I whispered. He held me up and close hugging me so tight I could barely breath anything in but the scent of his musky scent.

"Then spend your life earning my love, and I'll spend my life earning yours" he whispered into the crook of my neck, as he gently kissed the back of my ear. An involuntarily shiver took over... Love.

"Is it over then?" I asked slightly overwhelmed,

"It's all over, Rose" he whispered.

"You're not lost anymore"

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