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I nodded and handed her the umbrella, then scooped her up into my arms. She laid her hand against my chest and held the umbrella above us both.
"So, are you sure you're up for school tomorrow?" I asked. I trudged through the forest and through fields.
She went far, I thought to myself. Finally, after seven minutes, I was kicking open the front door of the house. I looked expectedly down at Charlette for the answer, surprised that she wasn't asleep.

I nodded.
I laid her down on the bed I woke up in, and instead of crawling in beside her, I went downstairs, too awake to do anything.
"Christopher," I whispered, too afraid to wake Charlette up, if she was asleep already.
"What?" He asked.
I whirled around and glared at him, sitting at the diningroom table, smirking.
"What happened between you and Charlette?" I asked.
"I don't know what you're talking about, William. What are you talking about?" He answered, his voice even.
"I just found Charlette out in the rain, it's 2:30 in the morning..." I trailed off.
"And you just so happened to think of me?" He asked.
"Of course," I snapped.
"Well, I haven't talked to her since the whole knife incident. I know when to keep my distance Mutt," he growled, getting so fast that the chair almost fell backward.
"Oh yes, you keeping your distance is stalking Charlette every hour of the day," I growled sarcastically, barking a laugh.
"What's your excuse? She almost tried to kill you, you introduced her to this-" he spread his arms wide "-and you suddenly think you love her? You know nothing. You're hardly a child William," he spat.
"I've lived as long as you, if you're little history lesson was even real," I spat back.
"Hardly. We'll see how you like your memories, William. I'm sure they'll be charming," he growled, stepping closer, a hand gripping my shirt. He slammed me backwards into a counter, the edge cutting into my lower back.
"Back off," I growled. I'm pretty sure my eyes flashed yellow.
"Sweet dreams William. Those memories should be kicking in soon, since you've met Claire. You both have been very kind to carry out fate's plans," he hissed, letting go of my shirt roughly. I yelped as the counter cut even deeper into my skin.
"Coward," I whispered, looking around to see him gone.
I raced up the stairs silently, and went to Charlette's room to see her sitting up, the space next to her on the bed rumpled, as though someone had kneeled on it.

((Bold=Memory))

"I'm not so sure on the whole seeing things, but then again, I surely dont know as much as I thought about all this vampire and werewolf stuff," I murmured, sitting next to Charlette.
I stroked her cheek.
"Get some rest, kay? Then we'll see if you're up for school." I kissed her forehead, tucked her in, then went back downstairs.
I went to the fridge and took out a bottle of coke, in the old-fashion glass bottle. I love those bottles.
As I made my way to the diningroom table, the kitchen and diningroom disappeared.
Instead, I was walking through a garden, Claire on my arm. I bent down and kissed her on the lips.
"William?"
"Hmmm?"
"I love you, I hope you know that," Claire whispered, her breath washing over my neck.
"I do know that," I whispered back, framing her face with my hands and kissing her again.
I jumped and looked down to notice that the bottle I had been holding had slipped from my grasp, to crash onto the floor.
"So, our memories have began," Claire whispered from behind me, hugging me from behind.
"What was that?" I question, gripping her hands that rested on my stomach.
"That was a memory, from about 3 cycles ago. I'm sure I could share with you all the memories we've shared, being together. But I'd rather you learned of them be yourself. I'd be careful though, William. You'll learn things about yourself that you might not of wanted to know," she whispered, kissing the back of my neck. I shivered. Then pulled away from her, holding her at arms' length.
"What are you talking about?" I hiss.
"Lets go on a little trip," she murmured.
Suddenly, we're where I found Charlette. I stumbled backwards, tripping and landing painfully on my back.
Claire sat on my stomach, putting her hands on my chest and leaning forward, so her face hovered over mine. My stomach twisted at the distance between us.
"Why are you doing this?" I asked hoarsly.
"Because, my darling-" she kissed the tip of my nose "-you deserve to know-" she kissed my upper lip teasingly "-what exactly can happen between us. And-" she kissed me fully on the lips for a quick second "-I'm giving you your memories."
My breathing hitched as she kissed me again. My limbs were frozen and dead, unable to move to stop her.
Nails dug into my chest, and I cried out, she smirked into the kiss. Finally, she broke away.
She fisted the same hand that impaled my chest and blood bubbled from her palm. She pressed the bloody hand against my chest. The burned began from the three small wounds.
"Calm down William, I'm not killing you." She whispered, kissing me again before, again, disappearing. I rolled onto my stomach, touching the already healed wounds on my chest.
Memories danced like a broken movie infront of my eyes, paralyzing me from fixing the film.

I walked through the garden, roses brushing my fingertips, Claire nowhere near me, from what I could tell.
"Charlette?" I called out.
"William. I'm getting married to Christopher," she answered.
She was sitting on the edge of the fountain, hands wrapped in her lovely dress.
"B-but-" I stammered, feeling my legs threaten to give out from under me.
"I love him William. You were simply a toy that I'd go to see when Christopher wasn't around. You mean nothing to me," she snarled, but I saw the lies in her words.



I fall to my knees, tears running down my cheeks. My trembling hands, covered in blood, rest on my knees, palms up.
"What have you done?" Christopher's voice barely registers in my ears.
Charlette's body lays within touching distance, the ragged hole in her chest no longer spewing blood, as it had just a few moments ago.
Hands grip the back of my shirt, tearing me from the ground, and throwing me away from Charlette. My back hits the fountain, breaking a bone.
Christopher is holding Charlette now, and all I want to do is tear him away from her.
She didn't love him. She loved me.
"Now, now, brother. That isn't anyway to treat William," Claire tsks, not at all worried about the puddle of blood as she kneels behind Christopher, taking his head in her hands gently.
Christopher is suddenly on his feet, pushing Claire away roughly. He advances on me, but I'm too numb to do anything but sit there and watch him.
He grips my shirt again, and shoves me backwards, pain erupting in my entire back.
I look past him at Claire and see her pained expression as she falls to her own knees, blood-stained tears running down her cheeks.
Finally, I look down and see what she's crying about. The sword of the swordsman-statue glints with my blood, it's point torn through my chest, impaling my heart.



"Claire, my dear." I whisper, kissing a trail down her neck.
"Hmm?" She answers, looking down at me.
"Marry me, won't you?" I ask, smiling as Claire herself smiles.
"Of course," she says, pulling me closer and kissing me fully on the lips.
"I love you."
"I hope you love me more then brother's Beloved, William."
I tense, then untense. So, she knows.
"Of course I love you more. She's just someone on the side, when you're busy. She's someone I play with, then can throw away the moment I wish," I tell her.
She smiles again in satisfaction.
"Good. I hope you don't mind then, that I've thrown away you're little toy for you," she says. I prop myself up on my elbows.
"What do you mean?"
"I-" she breaks off, biting her lip.
I look down and notice her hands are covered in blood. I back up from her, my back hitting a bed-post.
"What have you done?" I ask.
"I've killed her," Claire says emotionlessly.
"She was you're brother's Beloved!" I shout, my heart stuttering.
"She was trouble to me. You loved her more-"
"More then you?! Then how come I asked you to marry me, and not her?" I run my hands through my hair.
Then I'm kneeling infront of Charlette, my hands in her blood.
I'll take the blame, I think to myself.



"Christopher, we should go do something together," I say.
"Aren't we already doing something?" He asks, taking a sip of rum.
"Well yeah, but we should do something for the girls. They work so hard," I tell him, looking around the bar we were sitting in. Several girls winked, and most of the men kept on with their conversations.
"Sounds like a good plan. What do you have in mind?"
"A ball."
"Hmmm. Perhaps. In other cycles, they've planned things for us, so I guess it's only fair if we do something for them in this cycle."

I gasp for breath as Charlette kneels beside me.
"Charlette," I murmur, pulling her close and holding her.
"What's wrong?" She asks shakily.
"I just need you to be here," I murmur in response, my body still numb.
"Those memories have really taken a lot out of you," Christopher said.
"Yeah, well, they're instense. I mean, you killing me and all," I snap back.
"You've done your fair share of killing, William." He snapped back.
"Calm down, both of you," Charlette snapped, wiggling out of my grip.
"So, how many have you gotten so far?" Christopher asked.
"Only a few," I mutter darkly.
"Good. That's more then Charlette has had so far, and soon you'll have all you're memories, about what you and Claire have done together," he said lightly, but the dark look on his face told me most of them weren't good.
"And what about you Christopher? Are you so godly compared to me?"
"Hardly."
"Will you both stop it!" Charlette snapped again. I sighed and laid back, closing my eyes.

"Charlette, I was-" I break off and bite my bottom lip, opening my eyes and looking at Charlette as her memory ends. It's rather easy to know when she's seeing a memory. Her eyes get all dull, and her faces goes emotionless, her body stiffens aswell.
She sits up and wraps her arms around herself, ducking her head.
"I was horrible," I murmur, seeing her expression of pain.
"Yeah, you were," she muttered.
"Please don't let Christopher get what he wants," I say, stroking her arm.
"And what does he want?" She spat.
"You." I reply carefully.
"And what would happen if I did give him what he wants?" She asks.
I hang my head.
"I'd have no other reason to live, if you left me." I whisper.

"Charlette?" I ask, an idea burning itself in my mind. I bend my neck and kiss her on the jaw.
"Talk about ruining the moment," she jokes, "yes?"
"I want to ask you a question. But we need to get back to the house before I do," I say, leaving a trail of feathery kisses across her jawline and neck.
"Ok," she answers, slightly dazed.
Ok, now how did Christopher and Claire do this...I thought to myself.
In an instant, we're on the couch, inside the house.
"Wow, I did it," I exclaim.
"Now, what did you have to ask me?" She asks curiously.
I ran upstairs, rummaged through a few drawers, then went downstairs. I smiled at Charlette as I knelt on the ground.
"Will you marry me, Charlette Hanson," I asked, holding the small ring I was looking for, the gems glinting in the dim lighting.

I was so happy, it felt like my heart was going to explode, my lungs shut down, and my stomach twist up from how much happiness flowed through my body.
I tucked an arm under her knees and held her bride-style.
"I-"
Kiss.
"Love-"
Kiss.
"You-"
Kiss
"So-"
Kiss.
"Much, Charlette Hanson." I rested my forehead on hers.
"I'll soon be Charlette Hunt, with my wonderful husband William Hunt," she shouted gleefully.