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...


9. Laylan

It was weeks later - how many, I'd lost count of when he'd returned. I was sitting on the edge of my bed eyes shut tiredly as I rocked back and forth on the edge.

"Why are you here?" I asked as he entered silently. I opened my eyes turning to face him watching as he sat slowly, cautiously on the arm chair in the corner of the room.

"Why? Is there anything you want?" he asked gently, his voice soothing yet it sent annoyed shivers up my spine causing me to scratch at my bare arms agitated by his closed-off presence. Getting up I threw myself at him, literally, my hands ripping at his face as the chair got knocked back. I heard the soft thud and hurt as my ribs seemed to contract beneath my skin as I went skidding across the cold, hard floor a whimper escaping my lips as my side went smashing into the edge of the wardrobe. In a second he was holding me in his arms gently setting me down on the bed, and seeing his face I saw it. The face I'd somehow missed though I still didn't know who he was, one of mixed emotions which revolved around sorrow, love and hurt... Touching his face gently I smiled feeling slightly delusional as I stroked his cheek.

"Let me out, in the town. I won't escape, please" I begged gently, unashamed at how low I'd stooped. I had never known my past self so there was no reason to hold any pride that would prevent me from doing so. One of the close to none, positives of having no memories of my past self.

"But you don't remember anything do you?" he asked curiously, I shook my head slowly causing his face to cloud over.

"Then I can't" he said, pulling away. I grasped his wrist, knowing if I let him go, I probably wouldn't see him in a couple more months. I couldn't wait that long. Never.

"Why don't you just think for a moment?" I pleaded sitting up slowly wincing at the pain in my ribs.

"Letting me out might spark some memories..." I said quickly as I used my other hand to turn his face to face my own.

"It won't" he said steadily, coldly, and from his expression I knew he'd closed himself off again. Closed himself off from me.

"How do you know that?" I asked as he wrenched his arm out of my hand before heading towards the door. I fell out of the bed as I scrambled after him quickly getting up before stopping him at the door as he opened it.

"Why won't you just let me be free?" I asked, silently forcing him to look at me again, all those feelings he harbored silently showing once more on his face.

"Why does it feel like I've hurt you somehow...? How can you expect me to remember who I was, if you don't let me in?" I asked looking up at him my eyes pleading, yet gentle.


He sighed before glancing away seeming to try and put up the guard once more, but somehow I had a feeling it wasn't working.

"I thought you said you wanted to be free" he muttered,

"From this room!" I reminded him hysterically just in case he decided to lock me in there forever. A small smile crossed his lips before we both started laughing,

"So you just want me to let you out then? Able to outside into the village?" he asked me looking at me this time. I could see the real him now... Or who he used to be it seemed, the pain and all that other mambo-jumbo washed away to reveal the carefree and loving expression that I seemed to recognize immediately. Memories flashed through my mind of him and me, we were never together... Romantically. Yet my past seemed to be filled with him being by my side, crying, laughing, hugging...

"Laylan?" I asked tears welling up in my eyes. Though there seemed to be patched regarding everything else in my life somehow I'd managed to remember him. His eyes warmed as I hugged him close beginning to cry so happy yet so sad that we'd been apart yet had no reunited. His arms circle my waist before he drew me up into a gentle kiss that sent butterflies through my stomach.

"You remember" he whispered,

"You..." I whispered back,

"I remember you"


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I spun around somehow happily beneath the sun. I loved how it heated up my skin as I danced around happily in the center-circle of the vampires village. Laylan laughed beneath the shade whilst I explored my sudden changed from dislike to sun to my love of the sun. I headed over to him,

"I don't understand. I'm used to hating the sun" I said sitting down beside him on the bench beneath the shade of the tall, towering trees from the forest, a few of which had been torn from it's home in the forest to be re-planted in the village center where other vampires milled around avoiding the sun seeming to enjoy the natural shade more than anything.

"What do you mean?" he asked as I sat back and closed my eyes giving a small, tired sigh.

"In the Hunters village I used to feel my skin get burned from it... Even when they first found me I had burns all over me from it... I hated it" I shivered at the thought of my skin burning again beneath the sun.

"Hurts like hell" I added,

"Tell me about it" Laylan said putting his hand out in the sun in a few seconds it began to change color before he snapped it back into the shade wincing as he began to flex his hand as it changed back to it's usual, pale tone.

"How did I even get lost? I don't remember leaving the village... Where did I live while I was here?" I asked, confused as I pushed myself up and look around. Though there were areas I knew I'd been before I didn't remember a majority of them which worried me, was there something wrong with me?

"What am I? Am I a vampire?" I asked turning to see Laylan get up and sigh looking towards the tallest, salient stone building of the castle.

"Let me remind you..." he said.


Minutes later we were walking through two, large, oak-wood doors that swung open to reveal a long luscious, blood-red carpet with large European portraits over the walls which held the images of men, women and even children in elaborate clothes all alike until we neared the front of the room of which a single large family portrait hung behind three, large, gold covered chairs, with blood-red, velvet sheets of fabric draped over their sides much like the carpet that lead up to them, which also (not surprisingly) matched the long, curtains that sealed out the light from outside the only lighting from the dozens of candles lit up in the room. I looked up to see a familiar set of faces, one of a man who looked barely in his 30's and a woman who looked barely in her 20's both slender and elegant in between them both a small girl who seemed to harbor her fathers large, red eyes and her mothers small, delicate features.

"That girl is me" I said, surprising even myself as I looked at the date.

"No" I breathed,

"1800's?" I exclaimed nearly fainting.

"Well just remember your younger than me so theirs no need to worry" Laylan chuckled,

"But that doesn't make sense. I aged" I said pointing from the painting to my present self feeling incredibly freaked out.

"Does this happen to all vampire kids?" I asked, his facial expression changed and I barely had any time to decipher what it meant before he turned and headed down the hall.

"Laylan!" I called out heading after him quickly.


Following him out of the giant room and down the hall I struggled to catch up before he entered a room I recognized straight away. My bedroom. The white and cream covered, king-sized, canopy bed towered so tall I began to wonder how tall the room was as I went over to my bed and sat myself down on the side loving the familiar plushness of it as I sat down.

"Don't you remember how your parents got you?" he asked, I shook my head.

"So you don't remember the witch?" he asked clarifying whatever thoughts he seemed to have inside his head, I shook my head again confirming I knew nothing than who he was. He sighed pacing before he jumped up onto my bed causing me to bounce along with the mattress before he reached up into the top of beneath the canopy and pulled out a large, white book before sitting down beside me he opened it up and I tried not to stare at the beautiful, elegant writing of my name on the first page which shimmered gold beneath the dim light from the candles of the room.

"Then we should start from the beginning..." he said turning the first page,

"Vampires can only be created from the bite and blood transfer, then through surviving the transition..." he began saying as he turned a few more introductory pages.

"But that wasn't how I became a vampire?" I asked confused,

"No" he said,

"Your parents paid a witch to have you"

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