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...


8. Loneliness

I woke to the sound of birds chirping outside the window that had no glass, nor metal bars to stop me from reaching out into the sunlight that lay above the castle-like, tower in the skies above. It had been days since I'd last seen the vampire who had brought me to the 'kingdom' (as he called it) of the vampires. Looking down outside I saw once more no more vampires out on the ground walking. Perhaps they didn't like the sun. I spun around at the sound of a small bell and ran to the laundry chute just in time to see a tray of food be brought up. I took it before dangling the bell sending the slot back down before shutting the door. Turning to the rocking chair I'd set beside the window I went over and sat beside it, sitting down and beginning to eat the cooked, orange, soup and the bread it came with. The chirping of a few hungry birds made me smile, at least I had some company. Quickly crushing a bit of the hard crust I scattered the crumbs over the window sill feasting on my own food as I watched contently as the birds at their own.


A noise from below caused me to jolt from my seat, causing the bowl to crash on the floor and the bread fall also onto it, both spoiled. I looked up to see the birds gone. Standing up I looked outside to see what looked to be horses heading towards the castle. On top of them figures covered in white clothes covering their faces and whole bodies. People in similar, covering attire came out from the buildings below and pulled out huge sheets of cloth lifting it on poles like some kind of shield blocking me of their view from the window as they dismounted their horses. I could barely make out the sudden change from white to black as various heads moved below the sheet as they headed off into various directions. I looked down at the spoiled food unsure of what to do, the birds came in and ate the bread and the soup was beginning to dry on the stone floor from the hot rays of the sun that spilled in on top, through the window. I got up and went over to the water bowl kept beneath my bed, it kept the room free of mold and dust somewhat but somehow the water seemed to magically clear every 3 days or so. I was lucky it was the 4th day since it had last been changed. Setting down on my knees I used the length of the black dress I wore to clean off the soup. First dipping the corner into the bowl of water before scrubbing at the stones.


A sudden clack and the shifting of the door lock sent my head up from my work as before me stood the man from before. Though instead of black he now wore white, beneath his arm a white, cloth covered, helm he nearly dropped it at the sight of me down on my knees at the ground. Dropping it he was lifting me up in an instant gently but worriedly casting a hand over the crown of my head pushing back my incredibly tangled hair away from my face taking my breath away for a split second.

"What happened!?" he asked, looking down at me as if checking for injuries his feet shifting beneath him at the same time sending me of balance. I steadied myself from falling either way by setting my hands on his shoulders, gripping them tight as I drew myself back upright looking down to the dress that has somehow gotten water all through it. The shape of my body beneath it showing just as my face turned bright red,

"I spilled the soup, so I was cleaning it" I whispered not looking up as I tried not to blush. He slowly set me down on my feet, momentarily catching my breath once more. I took a deep breath before giving a soft sigh looking outside at the window heading towards the light. He stepped back as I did so careful not to walk into it also.

"How has your time here been?" he asked looking around at the room which without doubt would have barely changed since he had last been inside it. I looked outside at the sun wanting to run underneath it's rays, a cold shiver escalated through my body at the sudden cold wind that found it's way from the door which he closed slowly as I wrapped my blanket around my shoulders.

"It's..." I paused. Would I tell him how it felt being locked up? All alone without the company of neither Hunters nor vampires?

"My only company are the birds" I changed my answer letting my hands trail over the remaining bread crumbs the birds had left behind.

"They aren't your only company" he replied, his cold breath beside my ear as he pulled me close into a hug from behind me. He gently kissed the top of my right ear causing me to shut my eyes unsure of what to do,

"You're hardly ever here... I don't even know who you are" I said shakily pulling away he turned me around to face him his hands on either side of my face as he looked deep into my eyes.

"No. You know me, you just can't remember" he said his voice cracking his eyes showing hurt and something else I couldn't decipher from the ice, blue eyes.

"Tell me who you are..." I pleaded putting my hands on top of his own leaning closer to him, he backed away dropping his hands and heading for the door.

"Tell me who you are!" I shouted my plead as he opened the door and shut it behind him. I threw myself at the door hitting it with my small fists, full or rage and hurt.

"Tell me!" I screamed, beating them harder until I felt the raw burning of the skin of my hands rub and slightly crack streams of blood trailing down the door. Sobs escaped my chest as I leaned my forehead against the door my eyes shut as I tried not to loose control. But all I could hear was his footsteps as he walked away.

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