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world. This was such a basic idea it actually calmed me. The fact that not all vampires are created equal was also thrumming in my head, but the familiarity of vampires overcame that fear completely. Still, a sense of wariness stole over me. Vampires could be lethal, I had to watch my back.
    One of the vampires turned then and looked at me. He was tall, although sitting in an armchair, his strong long legs were stretched out in front of him, taking up the small space of open carpet in the cabin. His broad shoulders and muscled arms made him appear bigger than all the rest and that was saying something, they were all pretty big on the muscle front. He had unruly shoulder length blonde hair, but it didn't look windblown or bed tousled, it looked a little staged, but it also made him seem carefree and handsome. That, and his piercing azure coloured eyes.
    He was gorgeous, with golden brown coloured skin as though he had been tanning it at a beach resort. Of course, I knew that was not possible, vampires can't survive the sun. How I knew this I couldn't say, but I just knew it as a fact.
    He smiled and it lit up his face, his long body unfurling as he came over to crouch down next to me. I didn't pull away in fear, I didn't brace myself for an attack, I just didn't feel anything.
    “Who are you?” My voice was steady and my throat not dry. So, I hadn't been out for that long then.
    “How's my girl?” His accent was American, mine wasn't. He reached up and brushed a strand of my hair behind my ear. A movement so familiar and laced with care, I wondered if I was meant to know this man intimately. I tried to rack my brain for any memories of him, but came up blank. In fact, when I tried to think of something from the past, anything at all, it was all blank.
    “I don't know you.” I wanted to say more than that, like I don't know where we've been, where we're going, who I am, what's happening, but I chose to push those thoughts aside because I could feel they would only lead to hysteria. I was on the edge of a cliff already, I needed to stay in control of my emotions or all would be lost.
    He smiled sadly. “It's all right, Lucinda, you don't need to remember, I can do that for both of us.”
    I shook my head at him, I couldn't form any more words. He looked so sad, so heartbroken, but also so sincere. I must know this man, he must know me. I wanted to reach up and brush his face, to reassure him, but I felt nothing for him, other than what pity I felt at the look on his face right now. I kept my hands clasped in my lap.
    “You've had an accident, which has taken your memories. We're bringing you home and hoping our doctors can help you to remember. If you like, I can tell you a bit about us. Would you like that?”
    I just nodded, what else could I do? My head still felt as though it was stuffed with cotton wool. It must have been a result of the accident.
    He settled himself down in the seat next to mine and took one of my hands in his, rubbing the back of it with his thumb. The motion felt familiar, I couldn't take my eyes off what he was doing. This felt familiar. I looked back up at him and found he was watching me intensely.
    “I remember this.” He seemed momentarily surprised, but then happy.
    “Good, that's good. We always hold hands.”
    “We're friends?” I think I knew what his answer would be, but I wanted to get it out in the open. Everything felt so foreign, but his thumb on the back of my hand did not. I was confused, scared and wanted some answers, even if they would create more questions in their wake.
    “We're more than just friends, but it's OK,” - he saw the look of outright fear and utter confusion gracing my face - “we'll just take it slowly, until your memories come back, or until you're comfortable. Either way, you're in charge.”
    The way he said it made me think perhaps he wasn't sure my memories would come back at all. I felt a little detached at that thought, as though not having my