Forget (verb): fail to remember

Dedicated to @Oscar

DATE | 26th of August 2021
TIME | Noon
WEATHER | It’s the last days of summer, its warm and son is out
PLACE | Brewed
SURRONDINGS | Not a lot of people, but there is still somewhat busy
ATTIRE | Outfit + a apron

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Event though Oscar had found Iris number in his phone, he hadn’t texted or called her feeling quite sure she would find him herself if she really longed to see him. After all, he was also a busy man like her father, except he got everything in order and simplified. He didn’t have to work around the clock to keep his business going. This was also why Oscar had taken the opportunity to explore the streets of Aston. He couldn’t really eat anything that everyone else did, because he always got very, very sick from it. Then there was clothing, bookstores and much more. The first thing that had caught his attention was actually a bookstore, because even though he was nine-thousand-years-old he still hadn’t read every book in the world, because there was constantly published new ones. So, he went inside and bought a crime-book.
As he went on his exploration of Aston he stumbled upon a café and recognized a face. Iris Jones. Why couldn’t he smell her?
He shoved the question out of the way and got inside to order something so he could allow himself to sit at the café and wait for her to get off. Coffee and cake. He sat himself outside under one of the parasols and started reading.

How long he had been sitting there, he wasn’t really sure off, but time and time again waiters and waitresses had asked him if there was anything they could do for him, if it wasn’t satisfying or if they should remove it. Every time he had just said everything was fine and smiled kindly at them. Each and every one had raised heartbeats and every time they accepted that he was all okay, he could hear them exhale as they had turned around to head inside.

Iris was getting closer and closer as she cleaned some tables, only that he really heard it. Heartbeat, the way she walked, moved and her breathing. He could remember it so clearly as if had only been an hour ago they had last met. He heard her question and looked up, blowing some smoke he had gotten from the cigarette he had lit. “No, I don’t really like coffee and cake,” he replied with a smile on his lips looking up at her. He looked down at the coffee and the cake as she asked if she should get him something else or just clean it for him. “I think you can let it stay, but something I would love, would be to know when your off your shift?” he asked smiling gently at her.

He pulled on a bigger smile as she asked if he was just here for the seats and the beautiful view. “Especially the view,” he said and winked at her. He raised his brows a little as she replied that she was off in ten minutes. God, his ass was also getting sore of sitting down on the stools. “Well, I’ll cross my fingers you’re off in five then,” he teased and showed her some crossed fingers, still smiling at her. He looked down at the book as she mentioned she had read it before. As he looked back up, she was already on her way back inside, and he couldn’t really help himself watch how her hips swayed. He shook his head a little  and turned his head back to the book and kept reading.

Ten minutes had passed, and he closed the book with a bookmark and put it into his bag. He then grabbed both the coffee and the cake and wandered back inside with it and said it was delicious to the one who received it. The waitress who received it clearly hadn’t noticed that the cake and coffee was still there, because she clearly stood and swooned over him. He gave her a slight smile before he went outside and leaned towards one of the lampposts waiting for him to catch something about Iris. It still bugged him that he couldn’t smell her anymore.
He heard the flick of a lighter and turned his gaze towards it before he approached Iris, and the first thing he did was take the smoke from her. “Shortens your lifespan,” he said before he inhaled from it once. He let go of it and killed it with his shoe while he blew out the smoke. “Got any plans today, miss Jones?” he wondered and pulled a little on his eyebrow.

He raised his brows a little as she said everyone was  going to die one day and she didn’t care how she got out. It was slightly bugging, also the fact that she took a new one. It did something to ones blood. “Please stop,” he said with a slight smile on his lips trying to keep himself from taking her smoke again. He really didn’t want her to smoke. Such a double standards he had.

Didn’t she understand his question? No, there was something else wrong. He noticed how her heartrate changed. He frowned a little as she asked how he knew her last name. He didn’t quite understand at first how she could’ve forgotten, but when she said she had to go he was quick to follow, “Iris, wait,” he called and hurried up in front of her, stopping so she hopefully would stop too. “You don’t remember me?” He took the cigarette out of her hand again, throwing it at the ground immediately, “Really? Friday the thirteenth?” he wondered with a frown, “The conference room?”

She tried to pass him and he stepped in front of her blocking her way again, “No please, I know you’re the right person,” he reassured her, “Your dad was in Fiji,” he explained, “I came unannounced to have a meeting and you told me,” he said and licked his lips before he looked away cursing silently. He had put the pieces together and hated that she hadn’t. He looked back at her, “Wait you didn’t feel well, and your brother visited?” he asked, mostly feeling bad that she had felt unwell. “Do you remember what your brother said to you or what kind of pills he gave you?” he wondered with a frown on his face. He really didn’t like this and it somehow started to linger in his mind that maybe he had been with her before, many, many years ago. “Okay, I’m really sorry to be asking you this… But are you a virgin?” he asked with the middle of his brows turning a little up. He really wanted her to give him just anything that told him that she remembered.

Friday was blurry. This really wasn’t good. Why would they even dare to pick into her memory? Yes, those witches were old as hell, but that didn’t mean that they knew how to mess with a memory. They had to leave that to an expert who only worked with that… Or maybe they had done just that. It was so wicked. Poor girl. A round small pill. He chuckled a little. They knew there had been a chance that she had gotten pregnant and therefore done what they could to remove it. It wouldn’t be that smart if a virgin got a vampire child. Gosh. He stepped in a soft spot as he had asked if she was a virgin, and the way she had reacted was a clear sign that she believed she was.

He let her step past him this time. “I know you have a boyfriend, and it didn’t seem like you cared about it last time we met. You warned me about security cameras and shut of the whole building,” he explained and looked over his shoulder to see if she had stopped or not, “Your eyes lit up while we had sex,” he licked his lips and turned around, “You electrocuted me,” he continued. “I’m pretty sure your brother removed the memory,” he said and picked up his phone and for the first time started dialing her number, “And you did this,” he said, making her phone play the ringtone as he called her.

A lightbulb popped before she looked at her phone and he raised a hand to cover his face lazily. When she looked at her phone a couple more popped. Was she starting to remember? He pulled a little smile, maybe a bit too early.
Her phone exploded and pierced her skin, making her blood appear. He clenched his jaw. They could remove her smell, but her blood was something else. His eyes started getting brighter and a few black veins appeared under his eye. He could control himself. “No, Iris. I’m telling you the truth,” he spoke to her. He noticed how she rubbed her temples and took a deeper breath in. She needed a moment, hissing. And she used that moment well, as she started to run. He closed his eyes with a sigh and started to walk after her. If it wasn’t because of her blood, he could at least see where she went by the lightbulbs.

Killian was in the middle of a international meeting with Cassian by his side when a messaged beeped in. He looked at his watch and saw how Iris was asking questions. He closed his eyes in frustration before he looked towards Cassian. “Keep on the good work,” he hissed before he stood up, in the middle of a presentation. “Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen,” he said gathering everyone’s attention, “I’ll be taking my leave no. My apologizes. Cassian will be making the decisions while I’m away,” he said before he left without letting them ask questions. Luckily he was at his own giant building, so he just took the elevator to his office and went immediately to a shelf, only filled with things he needed in case of Iris-emergencies. God, that he had one for each of all of his children said something about how much trouble they could make. He picked out a book and teared out a page from it before he wen to a lit candle and burned the page. The next thing he knew was that he stood in the middle of an alley and his daughter was running directly towards him. He opened his arms, ready to catch her.

The only thing was, that he caught onto the aura that he knew way too well. Oscar was nearby. That obsessed bastard. Oscar too had smelled and felt Killian’s aura. Killian sent his familiar Albert in the direction of Oscar to keep an eye on him. “Honey,” he said and tried to close his arms around her. Oscar had just turned a corner with his hands in his pocket and the elephant shrew on his shoulder – yes he had convinced it to stay there multiple of times on his way already.

She ran straight into his arms, and he locked his arms around her. He started hushing while his gaze stayed at the vampire who only walked calmly closer with Killian’s familiar on the shoulder. “No you won’t,” he assured her and let his hand find it’s way to an inner pocket in his suit. From his pocket game a small handy device which he placed on her neck and with a simple click it pierced a few milimeters through her skin and started gathering the electricity that she had collected in her body. He continued to hush her until the device beeped and he removed it. The wound was so small that it healed immediately. The device was produced exactly for this purpose; taking away the electricity from her body, making sure she wouldn’t overload or take back the electricity. “Has he done something to you?” he asked and glanced down at his daughter in his arms.
Oscar let go of the mind control of the elephant schrew, which immediately transformed into an owl and flew over to sit on top of the ruined lamppost, watching over his warlock and his daughter.

He hadn’t done anything, but yet she had been triggered by something and had been so close to overloading. It only took a moment before she started to explain what he had done and pushed herself out of his arms leaving him somewhat speechless. Oscar was almost right next to Iris at this moment. “Darling, I only do things like that if it’s necessary,” he said with an apologetic smile.
“Tell her,” Oscars eyes were still brighter than usual, “Did you tell your son to erase some of Iris memory? Tell the truth,” Oscar had respect for Killian, but in this very moment, he didn’t wish for Killian to lie to his daughter, and therefore allowed himself to use his mind control.
“Yes. I told Cassian to make sure you wouldn’t remember him,” Killian spoke, only to right after feel how the mind control let go of him. “You’re the worst, Oscar,”
Oscar placed himself next to Iris, but not too close to her. His vampiric features slowly disappeared again. “Pleasure,” he said pulling a smile which showed how little Oscar cared about Killian’s opinion. Oscar took one of his rings from his left hand off and handed it to Iris. “Do you remember this?”
“Get away from her,” Killian hissed, only to take a step and with a specific movement activated a spell which caused a wall to a wall of stone to separate them.
Oscar himself was about to trip and therefore used his speed to get over to Iris side to make sure she didn’t fall. “Are you alright?” Oscar didn’t have the ring in his hand anymore and hoped that Iris had it. It would make him sad if he had lost it, but hopefully he could find the silver ring somewhere nearby.

The blood was still spilling, and it didn’t make it better that she dug her nails into the wound making the smell of the blood just dig deeper into Oscar’s nose. Killian wished to answer the question, but Oscar was so good at distracting him with other things. Killian thought that Iris was as perfect as she had to be, but even though, he wished to protect her as much as possible. Especially from Oscar Addams. That snake. Killian had witnessed many of the things that Oscar had done, and he feared what Oscar one day would do. Iris shouldn’t be near Oscar if he couldn’t control himself. It was too dangerous.


Oscar furrowed his brows worried as she said no to his question. She wasn’t alright. Even though Oscars meaning about people could differ, he didn’t wish her harm. She was such a truthful soul. She managed to get out of his arms and started to look for the ring on the ground, getting her wounds dirty. Those words. They reminded him of the girl he once med. Same vocals. He looked into her eyes as she looked at him after she had found the ring. He licked his lips as she placed the ring in his hand, “Here you go my beautiful friend. To my one and only…” He mumbled looking at the ring in his hand. He remembered how she had given it to him.

“Don’t listen to him, Iris,” Killian said, feeling how he let down his daughter. He wished for her to come back to him as fast a possible, but he also knew he couldn't just go and grab her. “He just want's your blood. He's sneaky like Amy,” He tried to convince her that this man was no good. Oscar on the other hand thought it was something funny to say and put his ring back on.

She yelled at him. Killian was hurt by the fact that Iris didn’t understand. Anything he did was to protect her. She shouldn’t fall into the claws of this vicious vampire. He would only cause trouble and he certainly wouldn’t be able to keep his fangs away from her. He knew that Oscar had already bitten her.
Oscar closed his eyes and tightened his jaw as she dug her fingers into the wound again making more blood spill. He wouldn’t be able to withstand it much longer. The endless hunger was starting to get the good of him.
Don’t lie to me.
Killian could almost feel the pain that Iris felt, how she felt she was betrayed. “Iris, darling,” he said trying to calm her down, only to be interrupted with her eyes lightening up and her telling him that she would find out herself. Problem was, she was overworked, bleeding and she wouldn’t be able to find anything about her memory or it being erased. This time, he had been speaking from Artemis phone to Cassian, and last time, it was a conversation with himself, explaining that her mind had to be erased. It was difficult. The only thing she would be able to find was worry about where she had been for a period of her life.

“No, Iris!” he yelled and ran towards her, grabbing her arms trying to shake her out of it, not caring that Oscar stood so close next to them, “You won’t find anything,” he told her, but of course, it could be something he would tell her to keep her from finding exactly what she wanted. “I have done everything to keep you safe and sane,” he tried to pull her hand from her bloodied hand. “And this is what I get?” he said looking somewhat surprised at her, hoping she would stop.
Blood started spilling from her nose, “You’re killing her, Killian,” he said quite calmly though he was still fighting the urge to bite the shapeshifter. The father yelled at Oscar to shut up. “I’m sorry, Killian,” he said, still with the bitter face. “You’re going to leave,” he ordered Killian with mind control. It took a little while before Killian let go of his daughter. That time was all Oscar needed to get access to Iris and quickly leaned in to grab her and so he could take her somewhere else and feast. But before he got anywhere a chain soaked in vervain was tossed over his neck and tightened, leaving Oscar to release Iris and fall to the ground screaming and trying to get the chain of his neck.

Killian watched how his daughter fell down onto her knees and tried to help the vampire, begging Killian to stop. It was hurting to hear how she was hurting, even if she tried to stay calm. Everything she said as like a repetition of Artemis words. Killian had believed that what he had done was correct and when he tried to change his orders, the deed was done. He had completely forgotten about it when he had gotten home, having to pick up so many things about work and so many other things. He let go of one end of the chain and let it run across the neck of the vampire until it fell off. Oscar turned around to have his face down towards the street beneath him, one hand was around his throat, touching and soothing the area which had been hurt. It didn’t take more than a few second before it had healed, but the area was still very much irritated. Every single vampire trait was visible on him. It wasn’t like this had taken energy from him, but it had increased his hunger. He looked up at Killian with a snarling smile. “You’ll get five seconds,” he warned them, feeling how his stomach turned, growled and pained him. Even though it pained him, he looked forward to the hunt. Killian didn’t think twice before he threw the chain away and leaned down to grab Iris, “One.”
“We have to go now,” he said and tired to pull her up.
“Two,” Killian tried to get a good hold of iris. “Tree,” He let his hand seek down into his jacket to find a paper as quickly as possible. “Four,” Killian would tear the paper which would teleport him and whoever he carried back to his office. “Five.”

Iris let go of Killian, just as he was in the middle of tearing the paper, for teleportation. He called for her, and tried to catch her, but in doing that, he teared the paper completely and disappeared.
Oscar was left with the shapeshifter and huffed a little. He looked towards Iris who had started to back away. Slowly, he got to his feet, keeping his eyes at her. “Don’t be scared,” he chuckled and started approach her. “I’ll be kind to you,” he said pulling on a little smile.
With an incredible speed he got up to her and let his slightly burned hands grab around both sides of her jaw. He looked into her eyes, with his bright colored hazel and green eyes. “Trust me,” he said almost hypnotically, but he didn’t use any ability on her. He let his had find her wounded arm and moved it up between them. “Please don’t hurt yourself again,” he said before he turned his attention to her wrist. His hand grabbed her hand and bent it a little so her palm wouldn’t be in the way. He stuck his tongue out and licked the blood from it with a gentle almost pleasured hum. He glanced towards her eyes, and if she wouldn’t do a thing he would sink his teeth into her wrist and start to drink from her. He paid attention to her reaction. Depending on it, he would make it short if she complained and only just satisfy himself if she enjoyed it.