Remember Me.

[RILEY MICHAEL BIERS]

Looking down with a disgusted face at his arm, Riley examined what small progress of regrowth his hand had had over the day. There were no fingers yet, some of his palm was still trying to re-compose itself. The whole thing was repulsive, it looked as if it was molding over in purple and brown coloured crystals. But it almost looked as if it was decomposing, rotting. He tore off a strip of fabric from the shirt his breakfest wore and wrapped it around the horrible mess. Kicking the lifeless body aside, he continued his travels towards Forks.

The past few years had given him far too much time to think. Victoria kept his mind occupied all the time when they were creating their — her — army of newborns. Either he was busy trying to tame the newborns or she was distracting him personally. But she never cared for him, she led him on the whole time. Telling him he was the only one when she was just using him. This made him furious for the longest time, in fact he was still bitter. And now that she was gone he couldn't confront her about it. He wasn't going to keep living in loathing someone who no longer exsisted. The whole reason Riley was going back to Forks — potentially setting off that freak of a Cullen and setting the whole freak show on him — was to find someone he had long since forgotten.

The memories were vague, they were from his human life, but he still remembered. She was the best thing he had going for himself before Victoria came along. He had changed a lot since then, he didn't even care if it would bother her, he wasn't Riley Biers anymore. So why persue her? Was he hoping to start up a new army with her? Was he looking for someone to take his agressions out on? Did he just need someone to control now that he didn't have the Army? Or perhaps he didn't want to live forever alone? Who knew. He just knew that he had to find her and end her mortality.

NOTES: I'm going to stop now before I write a whole novel. He'll brake into her house next post (: Maybe you can set that up, if you want.
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[JUNE EVANGELINE ATLANTIS]

She had been trying to recover. Something this hard had never happened to June before. Things were going great! She was in love! She had never been in love before and this was almost more than love. It was infatuation. She was crazy about Riley; like the flowers are crazy about rain. They need each other. But he wasn’t here. Everyday she tried to convince herself that he was coming back. Tomorrow everything would be better. He would hold her in his arms and everything would be okay. But for months, that didn’t happen.

Today was going to be different. The pouring rain pounded at her window, waking her up. She wiped her eyes. (She had cried herself to sleep again.) A sigh traveled through her beautiful lips. She hesitantly sat up early than she normally did. Lately, she just laid in bed for an hour not seeing a point of waking up and facing the day. She forced a smile on her face as she saw her bulldog, Bowser, standing in her doorway. Come up here, pup.

[/b] She patted the bed and he hopped right up, wagging his curly little tail. She pet him and kissed him on the forehead before pulling herself out of her bed.

Finding the remote, she put the news on. Seattle killings decreasing steadily. June never paid attention to the news, unless it was good news. But something about this story told her to listen; told her to pay attention. She didn’t. She didn’t care. She grabbed a light blue sundress with tiger lillies all over it and made her hair look really cute. June decided just to leave it down today, with a tiger lilly clip on one side. It wasn’t too big, but it was cute and brought her outfit together. Looking at herself in the mirror she saw the sun come in through the window. Did she open that earlier? June always opened her windows, but hadn’t in the past few months. She laughed a laugh at herself. It felt good. Something she hadn’t done for awhile.

Bowser was barking at something now. June was ready for the day so she came out of her closet to check it out. What is it, handsome?[/i] He was barking at the window. Wanna go outside?[/i] He barked at her now and ran chugged on down toward the front door. She walked down her hallway and opened the closet by the door. June never organized this closet, so she dug for his leash. Maybe that was a good way to start today.

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[RILEY MICHAEL BIERS]

Back in Forks. It had been years since he had last seen the overly green scenery of the tiny town. Not that he was looking at it at all now. He was determined and was heading strait to his destination. Staying in Forks for too long could be dangerous for him. Three or four days couldn't hurt if he was very cautious about what he did and decided to do.

Riley didn't stop running until he reached a small house. He had very vague memories of this place, all of which were insignificant to him. Who lived inside was why he had come. Appearing by her bedroom window, already open as it was, he could have slipped in. But there she was. She hadn't caught sight of him standing there, but her dog did. The little mutt started barking at him and he was immideately gone. There had to be another way in, braking in would cause too much of a scene and it wouldn't be good once they actually found that she was gone in a few days. Search parties, missing flyer... Just like when he, himself, was taken away by Victoria.

Riley waited outside. She had to leave her room at some point. Luckly, that didn't take too long. He slipped into the room in a flash and closed the window to muffle any sound from the outside world. Turning to the room, his deep red eyes scanned the room. Overlooking most of it, having no interest in what he was looking at, his eyes stopped on one thing. Riley walked over to the small, bedside table and picked up one of the picture frames on it.

He was looking at himself, when he was human. And June. Riley didn't remember the day this picture was taken and frowned at the picture. They were so happy for some reason, laughing. Nothing was wrong in the world. He looked at his human self, frozen in time, immortalized in the tiny frame. But being immortal was only a burdon on him. He looked past the picture, seeing his reflection in the glass. He hated what he saw. His dark eyed, pale face, the murderous glare, the way he resembled himself in the picture. Never changing. His nostrils flared a little as he got mad at his own reflection. Mad at himself. Mad at his exsitance. Mad at his creator. His fist closed on the frame, crushing it to peices, the glass falling onto the floor.

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Crunch. Shatter. She stopped rummaging through her closet and stared at the wall for a second. June was tempted to quickly grab Bowser and throw herself into the closet, but she was too curious for her own good. She grabbed her pocketknife from her back pocket and opened it up, then stood out of the closet. For some reason her ears were ringing, she could barely hear Bowser. Taking a deep breath, she stepped quietly down the hallway.

The floor creaked, of course, that was just June’s luck. She didn’t even bother to stop Bowser from going to the intruder because that was naturally his job. She wouldn’t stop instinct. Plus, he could hold them off. Bowser was a Bulldog, he was as invincible as mack truck. She could hear herself breathing and her heart pounding like an African drum inside her chest. There was no way the intruder wouldn’t hear that.

Finally arriving to her bedroom door, she put herself up against the wall, like an officer, and pointed her knife toward the room. But the knife dropped out of her hands once she looked inside. Riley. Her Riley. He was standing right in front of her. Their picture was broken and shattered. Her face was stoic. This wasn’t happening. Her Riley had red eyes and pale skin. This wasn’t Riley.

She couldn’t hear herself because of her shock, but she was screaming. She was living a nightmare she once had. She cried for days. As she screamed now, tears fell like buckets pouring over her eyelids. Her arms were limp and her knees were about to give out from her fear. But she had to face it, she found the strength to stop screaming. Heaving in her breaths she spoke in a broken whisper, Ri- Riley?

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[RILEY MICHAEL BIERS]

Obviously the sound of the shattering glass cascading onto the floor caught June's attention for all the noise down the hall had ceased, until her dog stared to bark again. Riley glared at the bent metal and the sand he had ground the glass into in his palm, the picture crumpled up inside the mess. He threw it into the ground before looking over to see her dog run in. It didn't take long for the mutt to retreat; his instinct told warning him to stay away. Looking up at the door, his terrible eyes laid upon her. Dropping her useless knife at the sight of him and her eyes wide. Riley could smell her from when he stood on the road down the lawn but now the scent was so much sweeter — not the sweetest and most entoxicating scent he had ever come across but still irrisistably mouthwatering. 

The tall dark vampire turned his body to face her before she started screaming. He had expected her to try and run away from him next but the chase never came to be for she stayed in the doorway, yelling at the top of her lungs. If any neighbours were around, if any of them could hear this, things weren't going to go too well. Luckly she stopped after a moment, saving him from having to shut her up himself. And now that she was crying — those warm tears pouring down her vividly red cheeks — her scent was only getting stronger. 

"Ri-Riley?" She stuttered in a whisper, this made his lips twitch into a smirk before pressing back into his serious mask. Of course, she couldn't believe her eyes; he had been gone for years now! His parents probably would have given up searching at least a year or two ago. 

Riley turned sideways to the nightstand and fiddled mindlessly with the other frames and various objects on it, not really seeing them as he did so. "June." He said simply in a voice that lacked interest and compassion. He hadn't said her name since his human years. It sounded so forein yet familiar.

[JUNE EVANGELINE ATLANTIS]

She didn’t know what to think. June was reliving a nightmare that she never wanted to think about ever again. Riley was gone. Riley was dead. This wasn’t him standing here in front of her. This pale skinned, red-eyed monster. But this was Riley, he wasn’t a monster. She was in love with him. But who the hell was this? He spoke her name without emotion, like he didn’t care about her. There was no way that this was Riley.

She couldn’t look away. But she was still terrified. Her breathing was rapid, but she was working on calming herself. How was that possible, though? She walked toward ‘Riley’. This was something that she probably shouldn’t do, but she did it anyway. That was basically June’s life in a nutshell. You aren’t Riley.

[/i] She shook her head and crossed her arms. Her voice was a soft whisper, not wanting to hear herself say it.

Her words were quickly followed by more. Who are you? … what are you?[/i] She stopped when she was an arm’s length away from him. June hadn’t even noticed that Bowser ran away from this thing, too caught up in finding things out. June wasn’t terrified anymore, but her heart still pounded like a drum. She wasn’t afraid of death anymore.

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[RILEY MICHAEL BIERS]

It wasn't going to be easy to convince her that he was actually ther same guy she had loved in the past. It wasn't going to be any easier to bring that side of himself back. He had become so dark since Victoria changed him that night. Now he wasn't going to change back to his old human ways — most of which were completely a mysetery to him — he was only going to attempt to pull her along. If he couldn't get her now, once he changed her it would only get worse.

Riley sighed and turned to face her now that she stood infront of him. Her scent... The loud beating of her heart... The wild pulse in the veins in her neck and all over her body... It was very tempting. He could drink it all. Every last drop. But then where would that leave him? Right back where he started. So he resisted. He only hoped that he would be strong enough to stop once he bit into her. Victoria was always the one incharge of changing the newborns. Riley tried to soften his expression a little. "I'm sorry. I was just in a bad mood." Yeah, that could explain his emotionless tone from before and his hateful glares. "But it is me," He took an extremy light hold — for him — of her upper arms. "I'm still who I was before. You believe me, don't you?" He was selling her a load of dung. He was not Riley Biers anymore. She would find out eventually.