Shadows of Love

"Begin what?" I asked as Klaus put his hands on my shoulders and roughly pushed me into the living room.

"Our experiment of course," he replied easily. I noticed there was another woman in the room, sitting comfortably on the sofa. "Do you have everything you need Greta?"

She nodded, standing. "I assume this is the girl you were talking about?"

"Yes, there is something strange about her, and I want to know what it is," Klaus ordered. "I have a hunch, and I think it's about time I test my theory." He grabbed my hand and held it in front of him. With his other hand, he pulled a knife out. I struggled and tried to pull away as the knife came closer to my hand, but his grip remained firm. He slowly sliced my palm open and I winced in pain. He watched my blood trickle down my hand, as though he expected something else to happen. When nothing did, he looked intrigued. "Interesting." He turned to the woman. "What do we need to do?"

"I have set up for the spell in the other room," she told him calmly. "Unless you want to test my theories yourself, you may want another vampire."

"Do as much as you can without vampire intervention, and tomorrow we can continue," he commanded, leading me into another room. In this room was a circle of candles with a chair in the center. Klaus led me to the chair and pushed me into it. "Stay here until I tell you otherwise," he ordered, before leaving the circle. He nodded to Greta. "You may begin."

Within a second, all the candles surrounding me were lit and the woman began to chant. I recognized the strange-sounding words from when Bonnie had tried to figure out what was so strange about my blood. The woman, still chanting, took a step into the circle towards me. Once she was right in front of me, she grabbed the sides of my head with her hands.  I felt a little dizzy and my eyes drooped.

I suddenly gasped as scenes went through my mind. Things I was sure I had never seen in my life flashed before my eyes.

A man, with thick curly hair and a kind face, stood before me. I was standing in an elegant room, by the window. The man was speaking to me.

"Then can you forgive me?" He was saying. I couldn't comprehend what this man was talking about.

"Tis myself I cannot forgive." I hear the words come from my mouth, though I had no control over them. "I've made an awful mistake," my voice says as the man walked closer. "Our marriage was an awful mistake."

The man replied quickly, "don't say that."

I waited for myself to speak, but suddenly the picture disappeared and Greta came into view again. She had a shocked look on her face as she turned to Klaus.

"What is it?" He asked from his place outside the candles.

"I'm not quite sure yet," she replied. "But you are right, there is definitely something special about her."

"Then why did you stop?" He growled impatiently. "Get on with it."

She turned back to me and continued her chanting. Once again she placed her hands on the sides of my head. My eyes closed faster this time and a new scene came before me.

A young man sat in a chair in front of me, a different man this time. He had one leg propped up on the chair beside him. I noticed that I had a rag in my hands, and I was folding it. Once again, it seemed as though I had no control over the movements I made or the words I spoke. It was like watching a movie that I was merely a part of.

"I'm a failure,"  I heard the words come from my mouth. "My sister is in New York being a writer and I'm a failure."

The man looked amused, "That's quite a statement to make at twenty."