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...


14. Hatred

The next few days had been filled with something I loved... The lack of a presence which both bothered me but pleased me...

"Heath hasn't come again" Callum noted aloud, as we sat at the centre table of the eating room in the Hunters village.

"Why doesn't he just come out already? I mean, I know his been sick but..." Callum continued, Zara's eyes bearing into the side of my head as if already knowing what I'd done.

"Well maybe he'll feel better soon. I'm leaving this afternoon to head back to the castle" I interupted cutting Callum off. I was sick of the topic. Heath. Heath. Heath. He was all anyone ever talked about these last few days, how magnificent he'd been on the night of the ball... How he'd deemed himself sick and locked himself up in his room... Like a big baby. What a joke. I seethed inside my hatred growing for the man who dared to think it was I who put him there, with my spot-on declaration that it was he, not I who killed his beloved Bethany.

"The 'anniversary' is coming soon..." Erin mused, elegantly slicing her eggs with the swift, smooth motion of what one would've thought be a vampire.

"Her parents will come up from the other village won't they? I still can't believe they moved away after what happened when..." Callum began earning a sharp kick from Zara who glared pointedly at him before nodding her head at me sidewards.


"I'm not some china doll. I won't break if her parents come, though our first encounter wasn't so..." I said searching for a word,

"Nice" Callum offered,

"Wonderful" Erin added after,

"Comforting" a hoarse voice coughed. We turned to see Heath begin to seat himself down on the bench beside me. I moved over making it seem like I wanted to give him more space, but in reality wished he wasn't there at all.

"Exactly" I snapped before quickly finishing my fruit salad with goats-milk yogurt.

"Your finishing quickly this morning, usually you..." Callum said.

"I'm meeting up with Laylan" I snapped causing both Callum and Heath to flinch. I sighed closing my eyes and letting myself momentarily calm down.

"Sorry, we just have something important to take care of before I go back" I said my voice turning gentler, calmer...

"Back where?" Heath asked. That was it.

"It's really none of your business now is it!?" I thundered before taking off.


Stalking towards Laylan's private abode with the other former vampires buildings near it, my feet couldn't move fast enough before the door slammed open and Leonora came out looking quite flustered and angry before stalking off. I blinked in complete and utter surprise before slowening as I neared the room cautiously.

"Laylan...?" I called out, the door opened further and Laylan stuck his head out chuckling as he watched Leonora stalk off. He then turned his attention to me his eyes softening as he leant against the door frame.

"What can I do for you, princess?" he asked. Pushing him out of the way I walked inside looking around to see the room in Laylan's usual super neat state. The bed made, the flowers watered, every item in the room moved to perfection. Sitting down on a small chair I sighed leaning my head back as I shut my eyes.

"Do you think we could leave now?" I asked tiredly.

"For Varola, I'm not too sure" Laylan said, uncertainty and curiousity seeping into his voice.

"Look, if there's..." he began,

"It's Heath" I snapped, shutting him up. He sighed sitting down on his bed the matress creaking as it sunk slightly as he sat down, reaching out and taking hold of my hand giving it a small comforting squeeze.

"Look Val, I know you haven't told me the details of what's going on between you two, but..." Laylan began, I pushed his hand away.

"There's nothing going on!" I exclaimed furiously, rising from my seat and walking over to the window before slamming the curtains shut.

"His simply..."

"Not on the same page as you..." Laylan spoke as if he understood. I gave a cold laugh,

"Of course he isn't" I said dryly.


His hand came down on my shoulder and turned me around, I hadn't met his eyes before he cupped my cheek using his thumb to steer my chin upwards as his eyes bore into mine. I kept my eyes to the left unmoving, not letting him see what I knew he was searching for.

"Little Rose..." he whispered his voice breaking, my tears welled up and before I knew it they were spilling down my cheeks.

"Whatever's wrong, and I hope you will confide in me soon what it is, I'm sure it's going to be okay..." Laylan tried to comfort me, it wasn't working. Pushing away I headed to the door opening it up and stepping out into the sunlight my vision blurring as my tears filled up my eyes as they narrowed from the glare of the sunlight.

"Oh..." I heard a voice I hated, stepping out from the sunlight and into the shade my vision coming back as the sun left my eyes and I glared mercilessly at Heath who stood dumb founded staring before flinching when he saw my expression

"That's what I thought" I spat my voice sharp as I glowered at him before turning on my heel and stalking off.


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Packing my bag I sighed stuffing in the ball gown I loved so much, but was too bothered to care about it anymore...

"You're not leaving without saying good bye to him are you?" a voice came from the doorway. I turned to see Zara leaning against the door her hair tied up in a neat bun, her body-fitting, black dress meeting her usual black-attire record.

"I don't know what your talking about" I said fidgeting with the edge of the bag trying to focus on what I could possibly be forgetting.

"Don't bother lying, Laylan told me..." she began her voice taking a lower note as it did when she was getting... 'serious'.

"Laylan doesn't know anything. None of you do" I snapped, cutting her off. She neither flinched nor said anything before she came in and sat down beside my bag.

"So Heath doesn't know anything either then, does he?" she asked, running a hand over the crumpled dress in the bag. I sighed,

"He knows what will keep him as he is" I said.

"Which is sad, mopey, extremely up tight at times..." Zara said.

"That's better than what he could be" I snapped knowing I was doing a pretty bad job at defending my actions which as of recently had been pretty aweful...

"What could make him worse than how he is now?" Zara dug, literally. Both with her words and with her hands as she pulled out my clothes before beginning to fold them neatly.

"The truth" I whispered,

"And what is that?" Zara asked not looking up. If she wanted a little info then I'd give her some... a little.

"The truth" I whispered. Turning for the door she caught my wrist, wanting to know more. She was nosey. All of them were. Even Laylan now was becoming like them.

"Where are you..."

"I'm thirsty" I said my voice dropping, a little vunerability creeping in as I looked at her tiredly.

"Fine" she said.

"What is..." I asked myself, my voice a mumble as I left her in the room and headed to the forest.

"Nothing is fine"

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