Fangs For The Memories Novels & Stories

When we first renovated the house, we filled the garden with all sorts of plants that served as a living testament to our love. But he'd destroyed everything, even our memories. What was he so afraid of? Did he fear my defiance? Or did he want to avoid being seen as the man who abandoned his mate, so he fed me the pill and hoped I'd quietly step aside? If I lost all our memories, would he feel even a sliver of regret? … The next day, my friend, Anja Falk, asked me out for a shopping trip. We bought luxury goods and enjoyed good food. For a brief while, my heavy heart felt lighter.

It brought back memories of nights when he would bend me over and fuck me until my legs shook. The memories made my nipples throb with pleasure. But they also reminded me that being his sex toy didn't save me from getting stabbed the last time. His hand lifted my shirt and his fingers brushed my stomach. I snapped back to reality. No, I couldn't let him go that far. I pulled away with my lips tingling, my breath ragged. “Not that fast," I said. “Come back when you figure out what to do about Thalia.” His eyes darkened. “Vexley—”

Rose. The road stretches out like a ribbon of uncertainty, winding through trees that grow darker with every passing mile. Gina sleeps beside me, wrapped in a fragile peace that feels like glass beautiful, but easily shattered. I can’t stop watching her, even as my mind drifts into places I promised myself I’d never return. But some memories… they claw their way back, no matter how deep you bury them. Flashback Winter had just begun when I arrived at the Bloodfang Pack estate.

How was I still living after it? That's right, my very existence was unknown to me even now. I remember I had died that day. Now I remember, Fang... My enviroment moved into a blank space as my memory was being swipped from me. The taste of blood on my lips as I bit down into something hard. My thoughts lingered on Fang whispering to me days earlier, everything would be okay. He was granting me an extra life to use wisely. The blood I tasted on my lips and the texture I felt on the skin I bit into- reminded me of the kiss of life Fang granted me in the E.R. Where feet away- Vivienne was in surgery to reset her leg. This felt so similiar.

My stomach may as well be a Vicious with just how much it clawed and growled at me. I opened my jaw wider and wider as knives slipped from my gums, pushing out my regular lateral incisors and canines. Fangs. Just like the vampires I previously had been so afraid of. Then, I lunged downward, plunging my fangs into his neck and drinking. Wonderful, sweet crimson flowed into my throat, and I wondered what I had been missing my entire life.

Forever, Again The moon hung high over the estate, silver light spilling across the vast expanse of fields and trees that surrounded the house. From her place by the bedroom window, Lilly gazed out in quiet contemplation, her thoughts tangled with memories that weren’t hers to remember. Yet, somehow, the emotions tied to them hummed in her bones, a phantom ache of something once lived and loved.

I zoned out, trying to force myself to remember more. I could see Amber’s rabbit-like front teeth in my mind’s eye. I saw nail polish, slicked up our fingertips to the uppermost knuckle the first time we’d tried to use it. The image flickered, and in its place stood a wolf. The wolf was tall, and proud, and black as night. Then the smell of cologne, too strong, wove through the memory, and the image of the wolf dissipated on an imagined wind. “Scarlett? Scarlett?”

Let go. The command replayed over and over, each time sinking deeper into me. My body remembered it. My blood remembered it. Something old and buried inside me remembered it far too well. I curled inward, pressing my forehead to the floor, breath coming in broken pulls. “What did you do to me,” I whispered to the empty kitchen. My fingers trembled uncontrollably. My fangs ached like they wanted to descend again, like my body was furious that I had been denied him. The craving twisted in on itself, sharp and punishing, no relief anywhere.

"If I’m still alive, then it can’t be that bad!” Aunt laughed and said, "Summer, you're going to live a very long life!" The surgery had gone really well. The doctor said I might lose some memories, but I still recognized everyone I had seen so far. Even though I sometimes felt like I had forgotten some things, I did not really want to remember them anyway. In fact, I thought forgetting might make me even happier. Once I was out of danger, I moved to a regular room. With Aunt looking after me, I started feeling better really fast.

“We’ve already done three sessions. One more won’t make a difference.” “But—” “That’s an order.” “Yes, sir.” My parents and Steve put their helmets back on. Each of them wore a different expression as the machine began pulling at my memories again. In my sleep, I heard voices. They were laughing at me. “Bunny Girl, Bunny Girl, dragging her hair through the dirt. Bunny Girl, Bunny Girl, soft skin made for the night to hurt...”