How could I have killed such a person?
I couldn’t kill Wright. Could I? I’d been with him for only one night, and yet there was a bond between us. But I had not recognized the other man. I couldn’t see his face—had no memory of ever seeing his face—but his scent should have told me what he was. How was it that he had smelled only like food to me and not like a person at all?
I heard Wright wake up. Heard his breathing change. After a moment, he got up and came over to me. The room was dim but not dark. There was a window in the kitchen area where the moonlight shone in.
“What’s going on?” he asked. He put his hands on my shoulders and rubbed me pleasantly.
I sat up. “I’ve been trying to remember things,” I said.
“Any luck?”
“Pain, hunger, bad things. Nothing from before I woke up hurt and blind in the cave.” I couldn’t tell him about the man I’d killed. How could I ever tell him about a thing like that?
“Give it time,” he said. “You’ll get it back. If you’d see a doctor—”
“No! No hospital. No doctor.”
“Why?”
“Why?” I stood up, turning to face him. He stepped back, startled, and I realized I had moved too quickly—faster than he expected me to move. No matter. It helped me make my point. “Wright, I don’t know what I am, but I’m not like you. I think maybe … maybe I look a lot more human than I am. I don’t want to draw attention to myself, maybe have people try to lock me up because they’re afraid of me.”
“For Godsake, girl, no one’s going to lock you up.”
“No? I look like a child. I might be locked up for my own safety even if they weren’t afraid of my differences. You thought I was a child.”
He grinned. “I don’t any more.” Then he hugged himself, hands rubbing his furry forearms a little.
I realized that he had gotten cold standing naked in the unheated room while he talked with me. “Come back to bed and get warm,” I said.
He got back into bed, pulling me against him as I slid in beside him.
“Can you get information for me?” I asked.
“Information?”
“About memory and not being able to remember things.”
“Amnesia,” he said, and just like that, the word was familiar to me.
“Amnesia, yes. And about vampires,” I said. “Most of what you told me … I don’t think it has anything to do with me. But I do need blood. Maybe there are bits of truth mixed into the movies and folktales.”
“I’d like to know how old you are,” he said.
“When I know, I’ll tell you. But, Wright, don’t tell anyone about me. Don’t tell your friends or your family or anyone.”
“You know I wouldn’t. I’m more likely to get into trouble than you are if anyone found out about you.”
“I think your trouble would be shorter-lived than mine,” I said.
“I won’t say a word.”
After a while, I thought of something else. “There was a fire, Wright. Some houses surrounded by farmland and woods. Eight houses not far from where you picked me up. Do you remember hearing about it?”
He shook his head. “Sounds big, but no, I don’t remember hearing anything about it. Do you know when the fire happened?”
“No. I found the ruin when I was able to get up and walk around. There weren’t any bodies or bones or anything. It was just a burned-out ruin.”
“How close is it to where I picked you up?”
“I don’t know. I had been wandering away from it since just after sundown when I met you. I wasn’t going anywhere in particular. I was feeling frustrated. I’d been hunting, eating, sleeping, and going over the ruin for three days, not even knowing what I was looking for.” I shook my head against the pillow. “I believe I could find the place because I’ve been there. It seems that I have a very good memory for the little I’ve done and sensed in the past few days.”
“Maybe this weekend you could show me the ruin.”
“All right.”
“Meanwhile, it’s almost time for me to get up and get ready for work.”
“It’s not dawn yet.”
“Yeah, how about that? But before I go, I’m going to show you how to use my computer. Do you remember computers?”
I frowned, then nodded. “I remember what they are. Like refrigerators. But I don’t think I know how to use one.”