Post by Victor Ambrose on Sept 7, 2009 20:40:24 GMT -5
"The answering on who you are, I cant tell you everything. I can only tell you basics. Try and help you remember. Your name is Victor Morte Ambrose. You live here in this apartment, and your twenty three years old. You own a bar a few blocks away. You met me, Ali, a few years ago at a gym. Your an excellent fighter. Also an excellent guitar player. You and I sometimes play together. You on the guitar and me on the piano. You used to be a werewolf. You were for a year I think. You made a deal with Sevanni Black to become human...and you asked me to change you. And now your a vampire.”
She said it all, yet it meant nothing to him…. Why?
Was he still worried about her? Yeah… he was….
“I’m sorry…. I don’t remember….” He hugged her and then replied with. “I’m not gonna give up on remembering… We’ll try everything… just don’t cry… Okay?”
He wanted to know more about her… something about her he felt a strong connection with. His name meant nothing to him really, nor did his life… For some strange reason, he just wanted to know about her…
Maybe she was the key to his memory…
“Tell me, why are you so upset? What is making you sad, upset, and angry with yourself?” He pulled her closer, almost as if she was resting against him… He stroked his hand through her hair.
“Tell me about it… I want to know…”
He stopped for a second to realize what he was doing and then said, “I know this must be hard for you, me losing my memory and you in this situation, but I think I would feel much easier if I knew… Please?”
He waited for a response.
’Please tell me’ he thought to himself.
