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The Art of Love (Friday’s Short Stories)

The Art of Love

Hey Dearies! I know this one is a little late, but I wanted to make sure I took a little extra time on this one. It’s not exactly like the prompt, but I did add in a little twist of it. 

Two dirt-poor art students survive by sharing a nasty little apartment above a bodega. They struggle through four years, barely making ends meet, comforting one another through tragedies and triumph, but never openly admit how they feel about each other…until they graduate, and one of them gets a job in another city. Is it too late to confess their love?

Living in New York City wasn’t easy, let alone being a paint. Jackie Brown wanted to see her name on every billboard, street store, and all over New York. Since she was 3, that was always her dream.

Her father was a famous painter himself, as so as her mother. Once they had her, Jackie’s mother felt that her child was holding her back from becoming famous and so let Jackie and her husband to New York.

Last time Jackie saw her mother, was 10 years ago. Now, she was 23, fresh from college and off to make her hobby into her dream, however, New York was expensive. Jackie’s father wanted to come with her, to make sure her dreams really did come true, but Jackie didn’t want her father to help her on that journey.

She wanted this one by herself.

After being in New York for a few days, she managed to find a place for her to stay in. Kenny Hunt was her only available option, especially with money being so tight, she didn’t want to be left on the streets.

Climbing up to the 3rd floor, onto an old book store, she knocked onto the door, with the faded ‘3C’ that sat on an old wooden door. After a minute or two, the door finally opened with Kenny behind it.

“Jackie, right?” He asked.

“Yes.” She nodded, giving him a soft smile as he opened the door more for her to come in. “Thank you again for this.”

She turned to face him, looking at his dirty blond hair and bright blue eyes. As she gazed into his eyes, he looked like he was hurt inside, like someone has ripped his heart out from his body and stuffed it in a trash can.

Kenny turned away, walking back to his canvas, ignoring her. As she looked around, she notices this was a very old room, it was a room that didn’t look like it was used for sleeping at all. The wide-open space had faded, cracked dark wooden floors. The paint used for the walls was faded and looked like there once were mirrors that inclosed the place.

As she turned to her left, there was a mini hall, looked like there were a few other rooms and hopefully a bathroom. Behind her was a stove, sink, and fridge that looked out of place from this room, but more than an old dance studio was out of place for any of this.

She didn’t see any mattresses or beds for her, in the opened space. Instead, the opened spaces were covered with canvases, paint, and brushes. It was like heaven to Jackie, making this choice the best one she had made for herself.

“Where can I put my stuff?” She asked, as his blue eyes looked up from the canvas.

“Down the hall to the right. Just don’t go into my room.” Kenny snapped as he went back to painting. Jackie was curious to know what he was painted but instead went to put her stuff away.

After being there for a few weeks, Jackie got herself comfortable, but Kenny seemed to rather ignore her. She had tried to work up the courage to place an empty canvas on one of the many empty easels, but hadn’t.

Brushstroke after brushstroke, she watched him from afar, not wanting her to see her eyes on him, she watched him move the brush back and forth like it was a dance he knew how to dance. Not to mention she couldn’t help but notice his arms had a few tattoos, but the one that caught her eye the most was the tree tattoo inside his left arm.

She wanted to ask him about it, it was the only one that she had noticed that was fairly new to his body, as the other tattoos he had were more faded. It took her a minute to realize that the tattoo was the tree from Lord of the Rings.

She got up and walked out of her room and slowly approached Kenny. He looked up for a second but turned away back to his piece. As she got closer, she noticed that his painting wasn’t of any object or item, that she thought it was, it was simply a mess of different colors of blacks and greys.

It was different from what her parents have painted before, but they were more into landscapes, such as mountains, hills, forests, and lakes. This was solid, but it spoke to her that something in his past had made him paint this way.

“What?” Kenny snapped, jumping Jackie, as she was zoned into his piece, rather than him.

“I-I was wondering if could use that spare easel?” She spoke nervously, she wanted to ask about his tree tattoo, but she had forgotten it, getting lost in his eyes.

Kenny changed his emotion, looked rather more confused like he didn’t think she would ask something from him so bold. “You paint too?” He asked as she nodded.

“I do, my parents do, too.” She said as he looked at her.

“Go for it.” He said, going back to his easel. Jackie was so enlightened that she ran to grab her supplies and set them up next to the easel.

Over the next couple of months, the started to bond over their love of painting and art. As much as they wanted to spend all of their time painting, Kenny had a part-time job down at the book store and Jackie had just gotten a job as a florist, that was also down the street.

Jackie had just finished her latest creation, it was of a couple, standing in the middle of the rain, sharing a deep kiss, with the background having rainfall underneath them all, not giving a care in the world as to what would happen.

It reminded her of her last love, that were that couple she painted. He had her heart, but she didn’t want it. She had gotten pregnant, but ended up losing the baby, which changed their relationship although. He wanted to settle down and build a giant family, as Jackie just wanted to paint and when she was ready, start a family.

That was their last kiss goodbye. They didn’t want to hold each other back and wanted to have one last kiss before they moved onto different lifestyles. Hence, why she wanted to leave New York.

Kenny came over, as she signed off of her painting. “Incredible, really.” He touched her shoulder as she watched him look into every detail she put into the painting. “What are going to call it?”

Jackie took a minute to think about it, coming up with the titles of her paintings was harder than it was for her parents. “Not sure yet.” Still admiring her work.

She glanced at Kenny’s easel, he had just a blank canvas, naked, as Jackie liked to call it. Ever since she started to paint in the same room as him, his painting has changed from dark and depression, to more artistic and creative, making them more appealing to the eye.

Her heart fluttered each time he would come up to her and watched her paint, as she would do the same. She had tried to open him and get him to talk to her, but he was a locked door, not letting anyone in.

That all changed. Jackie was working at her job when she got a phone call from the office from her mother. She wanted to let her know she was dying from cancer. That was the real reason why she left in the first place, she didn’t want Jackie to see her.

Jackie’s heart dropped as she got off the phone, it all made sense, she wondered why her father was always upset and depressed, but she thought it was because her mother had left, choosing her work over the family when really she was getting treatment for her breast cancer.

After work, when she got home, she didn’t say anything to Kenny, as he watched as she sadly went into her bedroom. She wasn’t in the mood to talk, didn’t even feel like painting, which was a first for her because she had always loved to paint.

“Jackie?” Kenny called out, but there was no reply from her, he didn’t want to intrude. It made him worry about her. Her happy self was what was keeping him inspired to paint masterpieces ever since his little sister had passed away.

Instead of answering Kenny, she curled herself up in a ball on her mattress and started to cry. There was nothing she could do, but felt like she needed to do something. She wanted to go to her happy place, but painting sounded so foreign to her.

She felt Kenny’s eyes on her like he was drilling a laser into her head. As much as she wanted Kenny’s attention, there was something more that she wanted. A distraction.

Siting up from her bed, she looked over at Kenny, as he sat on the bed beside her, gazing at his blue eyes, but her eyes wandered to his lips. “Is everything okay?” He asked, but instead of answering him, she leaned into his faces and pressed her lips against his.

Kenny froze for a second, not realizing that her lips were upon his, he didn’t know how to react, but before he could embrace the kiss, she had pulled away. Kenny’s mind was questioning if he should kiss her back or leave the room awkwardly.

Jackie looked back at him, waiting for his response, but his face looked confused. Did she kiss him wrong? She thought, but maybe it was too sudden for him, she thought again.

Until he caught her off guard and very slowly placed his lips together with hers.

She was lost into the moment, embracing Kenny’s warmth that she so craved, however, instead of taking their clothes off to get further lost into each other’s arms, they both laid down on her bed, and had him embrace her, snuggling up close together and making her feel something that she hadn’t felt in a long time.

Safe.

As he brushed a strand of hair from her face, she finally spoke, telling him about her mother and her condiction.

“Go to her, you should spend your last moments together,” Kenny spoke, as much as it killed him to see her go, not knowing how long she would be gone for or if she would ever come back, he didn’t want to miss out on those final moments that he did with his sister.

“I can’t, I don’t have the money,” Jackie said as he understood her situation, he was in the same boat, being an inspiring artist wasn’t easy. He had been doing odd jobs, just to save up for an apartment, but it was never enough.

 

The next morning, Jackie was left alone in her bed, Kenny had stayed with her all night long, just to make sure she was okay, but he wasn’t next to her. She got up and started getting ready for the day, when she saw a note on the fridge, with enough money to get her to see her mother and possibly come back.

‘Don’t miss another moment away from your mother. You’ll regret it in the end.’ – Kenny

She smiled, as he was right. Quickly, she packed a few things and took the train to the other side of town, trying to make sure she was able to get to the hospital in time. Once she arrived, she was greeted by her father.

He hugged her tightly in his arms. “I missed you, buttercup.” He said, calling her by her childhood nickname. He started calling her that when she picked out some flowers from their garden and they happened to be buttercups.

Jackie didn’t want to let go from her father’s embrace, but slowly turned to look into the small hospital room, she could see her mother, looking pain and cold.

Her eyes started to water as he came closer to her mother’s bed, she was still alive but looked like she was barely holding on. “Mommy?” She spoke, making her mother awake and open her eyes to see her daughter.

Jackie came closer to her mother and hugged her tightly as she could, she was so weak, but was glad her daughter was sitting next to her. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.” Her mother spoke, as she held onto Jackie’s hand.

“Don’t worry about it, what matters is that I’m here for you,” Jackie said, kissing her mother’s hand and wiping her tears.

Jackie shared everything that was going on in her life, now. She even talked about Kenny, to her surprise, her mother said that he would be perfect for her. They played a few games, up until her mother was too weak to do so.

She died 2 months later after their last game of Uno. The last thing Jackie told her was to never give on chasing your dreams. Jackie knew she would never forget, but it made her think about Kenny. He was her new dream now, she needed to share her life with someone and he was perfect for her.

After the funeral, she said her last goodbyes to her father and headed back on the train, even though her mother had passed, she was wanting to get back to Kenny and to tell him how she felt about him.

Going up to their apartment, she was worried that he wouldn’t want to talk to her, after taking the money he gave to her to see her dying mother, but maybe he would. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door, watching Kenny stand in the middle of the studio, painting, he almost dropped his paintbrush when he saw her.

Jackie dropped her bag, and ran to him, embracing into his arms, not caring if he was covered in paint or not. She looked into his eyes and the waterworks just came down. He understood her pain as to lose something, but kept her in his arms.

“I missed you so much, Jackie. You have no idea.” He said, looking into Jackies eyes, wiping away the tears from her face, as he turned to face her to all the work he had done when she was gone. It was all pictures of her.

One of them was when she was puzzled on painting and ended up getting paint on her face. Another was of her dancing. The more she kept looking at the paintings, she realized that he returned the feelings for her, but there was one painting that caught her eye.

It was a painting of them, laying on her bed together, after their first kiss and how she told him about her mother. She didn’t know how he did it, but it was perfect. “I love this one,” Jackie said as Kenny came closer.

“Not as much as I love you,” Kenny spoke as Jackie stared at him in amazement. “I understand if you don’t return the feelings, but I do love you and I just needed to tell you.”

Jackie then pressed her lips against his, embracing his presence and telling him that she accepted his feelings for her. She pulled away, leaning their foreheads together as she smiled. “I love you too.”


Let me know in the comments of what you thought about this short story! These will be posted every Friday and if you have a prompt or idea that you would like me to try out, let me know in the comments! 

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Unforgotten – Chapter 9

If you haven’t read Chapter 8, here is the link:

https://katiesblog96971617.com/2019/03/05/unforgotten-chapter-8/

Ricky’s P.O.V.
I felt myself starting to get nervous as I walked up the stairs to my birth father’s house. I wouldn’t say it was a house, but more like a palace. Closer I got to the door, I could feel my hands starting to sweat. I looked over at my mother and smiled. She knew how much this would mean to me, but I could see that she was worried.
We finally got to the door and my mother rang the doorbell. All I could think about is if he would like me? Or care about me? Mom had talked on the phone with him, trying to plan out when we could both go and I get to meet him for the first time.
The door started to open and there he was. I didn’t know what to feel. Happy, sad, excited, angry, or nervous. I was just glad I knew who he looked like. Silence. “Come on in. We have a lot of catching up to do.” He gave a small smile.
As we walked in, I saw all the photo’s of me on the walls, some with just me and others with my mother. There was one photo that caught my eye, it was a photo of all three of us. It confused me. It didn’t make any sense.
“When was this taken?” I asked. My mother made it very clear that my father wanted nothing to do with me. If he wanted nothing to do with me, why did he have photos of me? Let alone a family photo of all of us.
“When you were first born.” My mother said as we all sat down. “You see, I had to lie to everyone that your father wanted nothing to do with you because of his parents. They wanted to pay me to abort you, I lied and told them you were someone else’s child. Jade is the only one who knows who your real father is, but I told her that he wanted nothing to do with you. We had to keep you a secret, we didn’t want to, but we had to. For your safety.”
“Why didn’t you tell me when I was old enough?” It didn’t make any sense to me.
“Because my parents died two months ago in a car crash. It would’ve made more sense to tell you after they passed away.” My father sighed. “I’m sorry you had to find out like this, but I never stopped missing you, Ricky. I know this won’t make up for me not being there when you were growing up and stuff, but you and your mother are more than welcome to stay here, with me.”
I felt angry and betrayed by my mother. She lied to me. Even if it was for the best, she should’ve told me about it all sooner. I looked back at my mother and then turned to face my father. “Did she tell you that I’m dying from cancer?” I snapped. I shouldn’t have said it out loud, but knowing my mother, she might not told him at all? Or did and he is trying to spend as much time as he can with me?
My father looked shocked as I spoke those words. So, she didn’t tell him. I then stood up and walked towards the front door. Pacing back and forth, trying to figure out what the hell just happened. I felt that my life was a complete lie.
I felt my phone going off, didn’t bother to check the caller ID and just answered it. “Hello?”
“Where are you guys?” I heard Athena’s comforting voice. My nerves started to relax, once I heard her voice.
“Still at my father’s house. You won’t believe what just happen.” I said.
“You need to come back, now. It’s not safe for us.” I was puzzled. What did she mean it wasn’t safe? I didn’t want to argue, but something must have happened. I had to get back to her.
I coughed, a little bit of blood started to come out. “Shit,” I mumbled under my breath, as I pulled the bottom of my tank top to wipe the blood away.
“I’ll be on my way.”
“Okay, hurry. We don’t have much time.” Athena spoke, but then hung up. I felt weak going back into my father’s house. Everything was spinning. I couldn’t see what was going on.
“Ricky!” Was the last thing I heard before everything went black.
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Logan’s P.O.V.
“Did you call him? Is he on his way?” I asked as Athena hung up the phone. We were both still in our Aunt Marie’s room that had all kinds of witchcraft books and stuff.
“He said that he was going to be on his way, but we have to keep in mind it will be a few hours before we can actually cast the spell,” Athena said as I nodded. She went back into looking into the book, but something happened and she looked like she was in pain.
I could see markings appearing on her wrist, something I have never seen before. Athena screamed as these markings were burned into her skin. As I went to go help her, I felt the pain as well. It burned as the same markings were starting to burn into our skin.
The door slammed open as Aunt Marie and James came into the room. “It’s happening.” I heard Aunt Marie say before she took my arms and placed them into her cauldron. The water was cold but stopped the pain as I watched the markings starting to crawl all up to my shoulder.
I looked over at my sister, as she was passed out in James’ arms. Our parents then walked in. Mom ran to Athena, freaking out.
“What did I tell you?!” She screamed. “I’m going to kill you!” Dad held her back before she could do anything to her.
“They aren’t dying, Jade.” She paused and I could feel the pain stop. “So, before you go assuming, let me explain!” Aunt Marie snapped and handed them the same book that Athena dropped to the ground.
“James, bring Athena to the spare bedroom and stay with her and I’ll explain what is going on.” Aunt Marie said, handing James a jar of some type of liquid. “Make her drink that when she wakes up, it will help with the pain. James nodded, doing as he was told and left the room.
My mother looked like a mess, I could see she was angry and worried. She’s probably thinking the same thing I am, what the hell is going on? My mother and father both finally sat down.
“Look, I gave them some special tea to figure out how strong they were and they are one of the rarest ones.” Aunt Marie said as she walked over to me and pulled my hands out of the cauldron. I saw that the water had healed my pain as I looked over the new markings over my body. “It looks like water is going to be his strongest element. These markings, are to your elemental temple, which is Atlantis.”
Sweet, I thought to myself. I’ve always wanted tattoos, but this was even better.
“What about Athena? What happened to her?” My father spoke.
“That’s the thing, I’m not sure what is wrong with Athena. Although, Logan and she will be much stronger if they stick together.” Aunt Marie sighed. “Which is why we are going to have to leave sooner than expected.” As she was about to walk out the door, my mother’s hand gripped her wrist.
“What do you mean leave?? If we leave, we are taking our children with us and we are going home!” My mother shouted.
“If you want your children to live, I suggest you listen to me! They aren’t safe anymore! If they go out anywhere, with those markings on them, they will be killed!” Aunt Marie left the room, but my mom turned to face me.
“Mom, I know this is a lot to handle, but we need to do this. We need to stick together.” I said, but all I could see in her eyes was disgust. The vibe I felt, coming from her, was sickening. She hated what both of us children were becoming into. “I know you hate what we becoming, but if it gets a chance to save James, Aunt Marie, and even Ricky, isn’t it worth trying?”
I walked closer to my mother, but she pushed away. “I need time to think about all this.” She said, walking away from me. My father stood up next to me and gave me a hug.
“I’ll always be here for you guys. Always and forever.” He said, holding my head against his chest. He let go and headed towards the door. “Let me try and talk to her. Go check on your sister and I will be right there.”
As he left, I took a look at my hands, one more time. It was different. I felt different, but I felt what my mother was thinking I was.
A monster.
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Athena’s P.O.V.
It burned. my entire body was on fire, it felt like my skin was melting on top of my bones. The pain was the only thing I could think of until everything went dark. I was frozen where I was, couldn’t move an inch.
“Athena.” Someone whispered my name. I wanted to turn to find who it was, but I couldn’t. I felt cold relief over my body. Then something in my mind turned on. I could see Ricky.
“Ricky!” I called out, but he couldn’t hear me. I screamed again, but he still wouldn’t turn. My mind flashed as I saw him in front of the build, coughing up blood. My heart ached as I could see his cancer getting worse.
Another bright flash happened and I saw him laying on the steps, blood coming out from his nose and mouth. “Ricky, please hold on!” I saw his mother say as she held him close to her heart. A man was on the phone, dialing as fast as he could.
Everything went black, again.
I sat right up and started to breathe even harder, again. I looked around the room and saw James and my Aunt Marie at the side of the bed I was on.
“Easy, take deep breaths and when you are ready to drink this.” Aunt Marie handed me a glass of liquid and I did what I was told.
“Athena, are you alright?” I looked up and saw my brother in the doorway. He had different markings on his arms, they were black and navy blue. The markings looked familiar, but I couldn’t remember where I saw them.
I then realized that Ricky was in danger. I quickly got up from the bed and started to hurry out of the room, but James caught me as I lost my footing. “We need to go. Ricky is in danger.”
“You need to relax, alright?” James said.
“What do you mean he’s in danger?” Logan asked as I took a deep breath.
“I saw him when I blacked out, my mind saw him, he got off the phone with me and he’s bleeding from his nose and mouth. We have to go save him!” I said, finally pulling James away from me.
My Aunt Marie’s eyes widen as she started to grab some bags and such. “This day just keeps on getting better and better.” She then looked up at James. “We need to leave here, now. Make sure you grab everything we need, we won’t be coming back.”
James nodded and quickly left the room. “What do we do now?” I asked. “We are going after Ricky, right?”
“Athena, we need to leave here as fast as we can. You just had a vision. Witches having visions are normal, but usually, you need to cast a spell to see it beforehand. Your powers are a lot rarer than I thought.” Aunt Marie looked at Logan and I. “You too, need to stay together. Don’t ever leave each other’s sides. Got that?”
We both nodded.
“Great, well, grab whatever you need from my room. I have to make sure no one knows this place ever existed.” Aunt Marie said, opening the closet door and grabbing a barrel of gasoline.

Chapter 10: https://katiesblog96971617.com/2019/03/18/unforgotten-chapter-10/

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Unforgotten – Chapter 7

If you haven’t read Chapter 6, here is the link:

https://katiesblog96971617.com/2019/02/18/unforgotten-chapter-6/

Athena’s P.O.V.
“Here we are.” My father said as I held my brother’s hand and Ricky’s hand tight. We were finally here. We were finally going to meet our Aunt Marie. The building in front of us was a cute cottage, with a dirt pathway and a bridge to cross before reaching another pathway.
It was beautiful, especially with the sun setting behind it. Something to me felt different. It was like I could feel the elements. Maybe I was just thinking too hard?
“I don’t think this is a good idea, Tanner.” My mother said as he turned to her.
“We will all be fine.” My father pulled something out of his pocket, a bag with a bunch of bracelets. “Put these on. These have vervain in them. It is a type of plant that burns vampires and makes sure that they can’t control you with their powers.”
We all took one and placed them on our wrists. They smelled different from what I have ever smelled. A mix of lavender, mint and rose. I love this smell, but does it really work?
I started to walk towards the cottage, beside my father and brother. The others followed behind us. My father wanted us to stop in front of the steps before we came to the door. I felt Ricky’s hand held mine.
Before my father could knock on the door, the door flew open. A pain woman with dark blue hair came into sight. “Tanner!” She shouted as he hugged her tight. “Ow!” She said, as my father’s bracelet touched her skin. So it really did work.
She looked behind my father and saw everyone else. “Are those,” She looked like she was going to cry.
“Yes, these are your nephew and niece. Logan and Athena.”
“You don’t know how much I have wanted to meet you both. I’m your Aunt Marie.” She spoke as I came to her and hugged her. Logan joined in as we hugged her both. She looks back up to Ricky, his mother, and our mom as she smiled. “Jade, so good to see you.” My mother nodded as I saw my Aunt Marie’s eyes lingered to Ricky.
“I’m so sorry.” She said, looking directly to Ricky. Why was she saying sorry to him? Her eyes turned back to Tanner. “You aren’t here to watch me die, are you?” She questioned.
My father stayed silent. “We talk about this later, Tanner. Why do you all come in, don’t worry, I don’t bite.” She smirked as my father rolled his eyes. As we walked in, there was another man sitting at the piano. His eyes fell on me.
“Jade?” He spoke as he didn’t lose his eye contact with me. I blinked and he was right in front of me. I felt my heart pumping faster. He grazed his hand against my cheek before my mother spoke.
“James? Is it really you?” She spoke and his eye contact looked up at her. He hugged her tightly. So, that was James. “I missed you so much! I thought you were dead!” My mother pulled away and slapped him in the face.
“It’s a long story.” He spoke as he looked up at Tanner. “Thank you.”
“No, problem. I figured it was time for her to see an old friend.” Our father walked over to Logan and me, his hands on each of our shoulders. “James, meet Logan and Athena, our children.” James turned his look to me.
“Athena, you look exactly like your mother did when she was your age.” James spoke. Ricky coughed and my eyes turned to him. I noticed that James turned to him as well. He looked like he had angry in his eyes when he turned to look at Ricky’s mother. “Don’t tell me you brought him here for the reason I think.”
“No, we came with them because Ricky wants to meet his father. I don’t have any attention to have you do such a thing to my son.” She spoke, giving James a hug.
Aunt Marie came back into the living room and smiled. “Why don’t we all relax and catch up for a bit. I’ll be making supper for you all.”
“I thought you guys don’t eat what we eat.” Logan bluntly asked. Aunt Marie laughed.
“We don’t, but doesn’t mean we can’t. We just don’t taste it.” She explained as Ricky came up to Aunt Marie, whispering something to him that I couldn’t make out. Her eyes got big for a moment before looking back at me.
What was Ricky hiding from me? As he walked away with Aunt Marie in another room.
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Ricky’s P.O.V.
I walked over to Marie, as she finished speaking to Logan on the question he asked. She smiled when I came closer. “I need to talk to you about something.” I whispered, making sure no one else heard me. I then slowly showed her the necklace, that the woman in my dream gave me.
“Follow me.” She whispers back. “James, can you start boiling the water for me?” She spoke as James nodded. She then led me upstairs, to the two doors to the right, a door that looked different from the others. Black and locked. She unlocked it and opened it, nodding her head for me to get in.
As I walked in, the room was something that I never thought I would see again. The tiles were dark blue and the walls were wallpapered over with dark trees and leaves, so wasn’t the ceiling. There were plants right in front of the windows, with a heating element on top of them.
A couch and coffee table that sat in the middle of the room. A black pot, that was over the fireplace, that sat releasing stem. She motioned her hand for me to sit on the couch, she sat across in a chair that could almost pass as a throne.
I then pulled out the necklace and handed it to her. “Where did you get this? I haven’t seen this since my grandmother passed away.”
“I had a dream last night. A woman in a cloak came to me saying to give this to you. She said that Athena is the one who can create the cure for vampirism.” I said coughing. Marie handed me a tissue. “Thank you. She said that if Athena doesn’t create the potion, something dangerous will happen.”
“I know what she is talking about,” Marie said, standing up and lighting a few more candles. “Before I became a vampire, I was a true witch. My grandmother taught me all that I needed to know, but she placed the wrong curse on me. I were to have to have a baby with my true love in the next 8 full moons, but my true love was a vampire and so that’s when I started working on a cure for vampires.”
“Why did you turn?” I asked as she started to pour two cups of tea and placed them on the coffee table.
“I had no other choice. I miss calculated on how much time I had and Tanner begged my vampire lover to change me, so I could live longer and be able to see his kids grow up. When that happened, the spirits in my soul took all of my magic. I tried to get them to let me have it back, but because I was not alive, they didn’t want to me to lose control.”
“I know this might be a little personal, but what happened to your true love?” I asked and then took a sip of the tea that was in front of me. I felt stronger than before. “What’s in this?”
Marie chuckled and smiled. “It’s a type of tea I have created for sick people. I actually have Tanner sell it. It doesn’t heel your cancer, but it will keep you from feeling so sick and weak. Especially, when you deflower my niece.”
“How did you know-” I froze in my seat.
“I can read your mind. Being a vampire, it is one of my many gifts. I know that you have loved Athena for a very long time, but you want to give her the most romantic night of her life, which I plan on helping you with because I just love romance and I don’t want her to lose you. You seem like a wonderful young man. The last thing I want to do is ruin a relationship, again.” She took a sip of her, I saw that it made her cough a bit, or like it burned the back of her throat.
“Now, we need to keep this between you and I. Don’t worry about James, no one can hear what you are talking about or thinking in this room. Just make sure that you don’t think about it. I don’t want James’ getting his hopes up about a cure.” We both stood up and she handed me a tablet. “Keep these in your pockets and out of everyone’s sight, especially James.”
“What are they?” I asked as I looked down at the tablet, it was white and had a ‘BX O’ on it.
“They are blood tablets. We use them than drinking human’s blood. It craves the hunger and taste the same, but are less noticeable for people to notice. I created them, with the help of a friend, after I killed my first victim.”
“Why are you giving them to me?”
“Because, plan on becoming a vampire soon. I’m going to teach Athena how to become a witch.” She smirked.
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Logan’s P.O.V.
We were all sitting down at the table, enjoying the alfredo chicken and broccoli that our Aunt Marie and James’ made us. I looked over at Ricky, who looked a little better than he did this morning, he was sitting next to Athena smiling.
“Anyone like desert?” James asked.
“No, I think I’m pretty full, but I wanted to chat up with you some more.” She looked next to our father as he smiled and nodded.
“I’m pretty full, I wanted to go get my crochet hooks from the RV.” Athena spoke as I was about to go with her, but Ricky had excused himself already.
“My dear brother, I need to have a word with you and my nephew.” I looked at her a questioned why she would want to talk about me. She sat up from the table and took care of the plates. “Meet me outside on the back porch, I’ll be right out.” She spoke as my father and I walked out back and saw a beautiful garden out back.
There were a hanging porch swing and a rocking chair in the far side of the porch, I sat down, looking at dad.
“Do you know what it is about?” I asked, but my father shook his head. Aunt Marie finally came out and sat down in the rocking chair, lighting a candle.
“Please sit Tanner, we need to talk about something.” She said. My father did as he was told and she pulled out the necklace. My father looked shocked.
“Where did you get that? I thought it was with grandma.”
“Ricky gave it to me. I know you don’t believe the witchcraft stuff, but I need you to hear me out.” She sighed. “Athena is the one who can create the cure for vampirism.”
“Wait, what?” I said I was shocked. Athena has always been interested in stuff like witchcraft, but I can’t imagine her practicing it. “Are you okay, Aunt Marie? I think you are talking nonsense.”
“You may think so until she learns.” She looked back over to my father who was still trying to process what she was talking about. “Grandma came to Ricky in his dreams and wants me to teach your daughter. I have a feeling that she will create the cure, but Tanner, it’s only a matter of time.”
“There is a cure? I thought there wasn’t? Eli told us there wasn’t.” My father spoke. Who’s Eli? What does he have to do with it?
“I was working on a cure for Eli, but because of what happened to me, I never finished it, but Athena can, she just needs to learn. Which is why I figured you and Logan would understand than Jade.” She said. Aunt Marie grabbed my hands, and she looked in my eyes. “She could even save Ricky. We can turn him, he would be cured and then he would be back as a human. She wouldn’t lose him and neither will you.”
This was a lot of information for me to process. So, we turn Ricky into a vampire, so that he doesn’t die from cancer, but then cure him from being a vampire and he is well and better again? I was confused. I took a deep breath and then nodded. “I’ll do it. I’ll help out.”
Aunt Marie smiled and gave me a hug. “One more thing, you can’t tell your mother or James. Tanner needs to tell him. I’ll talk to Athena.”
Then the back door flew open, causing a loud bang. There stood James. “Marie, you aren’t turning that cancer patient into a fucking murder like us!”

Chapter 8: https://katiesblog96971617.com/2019/03/05/unforgotten-chapter-8/

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