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Scarlet's POV

"Scarlet! Come on! You're so slow!" A voice called out.

I'm running...I think...

Who is this boy in front of me?

"Scar!" He called again.

Scar? I've been called that before. I know I have!

"Who are you? Where are we going?"

I reached out for him to stop and he did looking over his shoulder with a goofy grin. The boy tapped his nose then started walking backwards.

"You gotta remember, Scar." He winked. "Remember me." His voice echoed in the air around me as he began to fade away in the distance.

"Remember what? Wait! What do you mean?!" I ran to him but he'd faded away. "Come back!" I cried.

Why am I crying? There are tears streaming down my face and I don't know why. I don't know him...do I?

"Come back?!"

"Come back!" I screamed sitting up from the bed I found myself on. "Oh."

I touched my cheek feeling the moisture from the tears and wiped them away.

I really was crying...

I scratched my head then looked around the large room that wasn't mine.

Where am I?

I patted myself down for injury, thankful when I didn't find any, then I looked around for my belongings which I found beside the bed on the floor.

Well I wasn't robbed...

Taking a glance at my watch, it read three thirty in the afternoon.

How long have I been here? How did I get here? What was that dream about?

That dream...

I had soon accepted that I really did know the boy. I just wasn't sure how. He was only a boy...Perhaps a friend from my childhood. Then again, I wouldn't have known. I could barely remember a thing from around age ten up to about sixteen. I'd been to multiple doctors to find out if there was some kind of explanation for all this, but soon gave up on that when I was told there wasn't much they could do and I backed right away from the idea of remembering a thing when the doctors wanted to take some "tests". I'd rather not become a test subject. I'm not normal as it is.

The thought of remembering someone from my forgotten past made me that little bit happier.

Maybe I'm a little closer to finding my locked away childhood memories...

I looked around the room finally taking in my unfamiliar surroundings. To my left, I saw a desk, a bookshelf, an armchair and a few other office type things scattered around. To my right, I saw large floor-to-ceiling windows with glass doors in the middle that led out to a large outdoor area. It was almost like a balcony patio with its wood panel flooring, pole to pole hammock in the corner and a big round wicker chair swing...

That someone was currently occupying...

I could only see the top of the person's head of curly hair reminding me of my new employer.

Oh, God.

Suddenly, everything seemed to click. I must have passed out on the poor man and this must be his house. Idiot!

I stood hesitantly and stretched my well rested body. I felt as though I'd just woken up from a pleasant nap.

Don't tell me I fell asleep on him!

Slipping back into my heels, I made my way over to the glass windows where a glass door was cracked open slightly.

Stepping through the door with my head lowered shamefully, I walked close to the swing where Michael was sat peacefully reading a book.

"Have a nice nap?" Michael muttered with a smirk seemingly still reading his book.

"I'm so sorry, Mr Jackson..."

He stood taking off his reading glasses and placed the book he was reading on a glass table nearby.

Slowly lifting my gaze, I took in his calm, smiling demeanour and relaxed a little. He was wearing a cream coloured turtle-neck with black jeans and penny loafers. The new attire suited him very well.

"Michael." He reminded. "No apology needed, Scarlet. It's quite alright. We did drink a few more than I had intended." He chuckled nervously.

"I'm sorry if I was any inconvenience to you."

I looked down still feeling a little embarrassed for all the trouble I must have caused.

"Oh no, not at all. You were my last applicant and I was going head home after lunch anyway. My house was close by so I thought I'd just bring you here until you woke up. I was just about to have a little tea. Care to join me?"

He gestured to two cream coloured armchairs by the glass railings on the far side of the balcony. In between the chairs was another glass table laden with a baby blue tea set.

How charming.

"Thank you. I'd like that." I smiled politely then followed Michael over to the table.

Once we were both seated, I inhaled the magnificent, indescribable scent of the tea. It was like a homely kind of scent and made me think back on things. Even the littlest of things. For some reason, I remembered what I had for dinner last night which made me giggle. Michael didn't seem to take much notice of my amusement, only smiling over the table.

It was so strange. I felt like I knew Michael even more than I had earlier that day. Like from before my interview with him. Further back...much further...

He poured a cup of the tea for me then placed the teapot down as he continued to drink the cup of tea that was placed there previously for him.

"Sugar?" He offered holding up the tiny sugar pot.

"One please."

He dropped a cube into my cup with the little tongs then looked from the cup to me.

"Thank you. Michael?"

"Yes, darling?"

"What happened exactly?" I asked nervously, unsure if I was really ready for an answer.

I couldn't possibly have drunk that much.

I stirred the tea then held the cup and saucer up to take a sip.

"I think perhaps the wine was a little on the strong side for you. You ended up falling asleep." He chuckled.

"Oh..."

How embarrassing!

Feeling quite ready to change the subject, I smelled the fragrant tea with a smile and admired the little blue teacup.

"What kind of tea is this? It smells wonderful."

Michael placed his cup back down then interlocked his fingers seemingly in thought before he spoke.

"It's an old family concoction. It contains various tea leaves. I'm afraid I can't tell you the specifics though. That's a family secret. It doesn't really have a name but some of us in the family call it memory tea. A few of us tend to remember things after a cup. Do tell me what you think." He smiled picking up his cup again.

"How interesting..."

With curiosity brewing much stronger than any tea, I brought the cup to my lips and sipped. Sweet but not too sweet and yet, an almost creamy taste though I asked for no milk nor cream. The weird and wonderful, unique flavour was welcomed by my tongue as I hummed my approval.

Then came the memory...

Noticing the frown on my face, Michael placed his cup down once again giving me his full attention.

"What's wrong? Do you not like the tea?"

I shook my head instantly.

"No, no. I love the tea. It's lovely...I just remembered something is all." I looked up to the sky and tapped my lips in thought.

When I looked back at him, I was taken aback by the look of shock on his face with his widened eyes and slightly gaped mouth.

"Are you alright? Did I say something wrong?" I asked concerned.

He cleared his throat and sat back noticeably composing himself.

"Oh, I'm fine, just-Umm. Just out of curiosity, what did you remember?"

"Just a dream I've been having recently." I sighed. "More like a nightmare." I mumbled.

"What happens in the dream?"

Tea seemed to be the last thing on this man's mind and he made it seem a little too obvious. Michael pushed his tea aside now giving me his full attention.

It was just a dream. Why so serious?

"Oh, it's silly." I chuckled swatting the air.

As he gestured for me to go on, I sighed preparing myself to describe my dream's events.

"Oh alright." I smiled "I dreamt that I was floating in mid-air and when I freak out, a man appears and offers to help. Turns out later on that he's a vampire. Isn't that silly." I giggled.

"Does anything else happen?" He pressed.

"Well, after I refused to let him suck my blood, he drops me from the air and before I hit the ground...I wake up in a cold sweat."

Suddenly feeling very uncomfortable, I started to fidget in my seat a little casting my eyes downward.

"Have some more tea. It'll calm you."

Michael smiled softly at me placing a comforting hand on my shoulder.

"Yes, thank you." I pick up the cup, then go to speak again. "You know what's odd? I can never seem to remember what the man looks like."

Michael's POV

I hope this works. I can't take much more of this waiting around.

After taking her second sip, she suddenly gasped standing abruptly, knocking over the chair and dropped the cup causing it to smashes on the wood floor.

It's happening...

She went pale as she backed away from me slowly.

"It-It was you." She whispered.

She bumped into the closed glass doors as she fumbled to find the handle behind her.

I stood and moved toward her cautiously trying not to scare her.

This isn't the reaction I expected...

"Sc-Scarlet. What are you talking about?" I stammered.

I am so confused. What have I done to her to make her so uneasy? We only share the happiest of memories...except...

No.

"K-keep away from me." He voice was shaky with unease.

Finally, she got the door open and made a run for it.

"Scarlet!"