by A C Warneke
Perhaps make it so the roof of her apartment building was warm in the middle of a Minnesotan winter.
Pacing the short distance between one wall of her apartment to the other, very consciously avoiding the area surrounding her bed, Melanie tried to untangle the thoughts whirling around in her head. Once they realized the spell didn’t work, or rather, that it was cast upon the wrong person, they were going to try again. She had to figure out a way to protect her memories from outside forces, at least until such a time that she could convince the three brothers that she wasn’t a threat.
The thought of her being a threat to those three muscular demi-gods was almost laughable. Except they obviously considered her one if they were willing to make her forget. Okay, so how did a girl go about convincing someone that she was not a threat? Especially when she wasn’t a threat at all. Oh, she didn’t have a clue!
Absently, she noted that Vanessa was still once again, a satiated grin curving her lips. Her fingers were still wrapped around Simon, which lay on the bed next to Vanessa’s slim thigh. A shudder tripped down Melanie’s spine at the thought of ever using Simon again. She was going to throw him away as soon as she could bring herself to touch him.
Maybe while she was out trying to find some way of preserving her memories – and her ability to stay in her apartment with the three gargoyles – she would pick up a new bedroom buddy, maybe get the next size up because Vaughn proved that she could take quite a bit more than simple Simon.
An uneasy bubble of laughter escaped her at the thought. Was Vaughn part of the plot to make her forget? If so, why didn’t he try anything when they were alone in the bathroom? She was pretty sure if he had suggested something immediately after bringing her to a powerful release, she would have complied. It would have been later that she would have regretted any capitulation but that was neither here nor there. Not that it would have mattered, she wouldn’t have remembered. But, no, she was almost certain Vaughn was innocent. At least, if not innocent than not guilty.
Pressing her hand over her stomach, she tried to ignore the caterpillars squirming within her gut as another horrific realization hit her: they hadn’t used protection. True, she was on the pill, because even though she and Peter had always always always used a condom, she didn’t want to take a chance on getting pregnant before she got married. She must have realized that she and Peter were not meant to be together because she had never imagined a little Peter in her arms.
How sick was it that she could easily picture a baby with Vaughn’s golden hair and golden eyes suckling at her breast? She had never considered breast feeding before – or anything to do with babies. But the fantasy of nursing a baby Vaughn had immeasurable appeal. Except she was still reeling with the knowledge that his brother cast a spell to erase her memory. And magic was real. And the fact that she had sex with a stranger and they hadn’t used protection. Her stomach cramped as that thought echoed in her head.
Hopefully, he was clean. And the pill was probably effective against Vaughn’s excessive virility, though women have gotten pregnant while taking the pill before. The idea was so ludicrous that she fought against another crazed giggle. She wasn’t even sure whether she would be allowed to remember Vaughn in a few days and she was already imagining his baby! How much would it suck to have her memories of him wiped from her brain only to end up pregnant and not knowing – literally – who the father was?
Of course, she would just assume it was Peter’s and they would end up married and when a golden eyed baby smiled up at her she would know that Peter wasn’t the father. But it would be too late, they would have been married. And she would be stuck in a loveless marriage with mediocre sex and a baby that she didn’t know from where it came.
Okay, so she was getting way, way, way ahead of herself and she could almost guarantee that she wasn’t pregnant. Besides, she still had to figure out how to prevent her memory from being erased, at least, long enough until she could convince Vaughn and his brothers that she was not a threat.
Maybe it would be best if she didn’t return to her bed. In fact, it might be in her best interests not to fall asleep at all. What if the black-haired man were to realize his mistake and take measures to correct it? Melanie would wake in the morning with no memories of her most unforgettable New Year’s Eve ever!
Sliding down, she sat on the floor with her back to the kitchen cupboard, her brain whirling with a million thoughts. Deep down she had always known that there was magic in the world but to nearly be the recipient of a spell was admittedly scary. And what did he mean about gargoyles? Was he talking about the three creatures that were on the roof? What other gargoyles could he possibly be talking about?
Ooooh, maybe the three gargoyles were magical, coming to life at night and protecting the city from dark magic, like her favorite cartoon. That would explain why Armand forbade her from going onto the roof at night.
Melanie’s forehead crinkled in thought. It was obvious that Armand had planned on erasing her memory all along so any permission he gave would be pointless. She would hardly be able to visit her gargoyle if she didn’t remember him. Oh! That man was a devious, gorgeous bastard! She was going to have to have a word or two with him after she figured out a way to protect herself from him.
Chapter Five
Melanie’s eyes burned from the lack of sleep but she was grateful to make it through the night with her memory intact. Was it because she stayed awake? If she had fallen asleep would she have forgotten everything? Well, if she thought about it, she had to admit that she was pretty sure another spell hadn’t been cast so it was more than likely that Armand believed he wiped the memory of the right girl.
But how did it affect Vanessa? Melanie hesitated to wake her friend up. How much memory was she going to have from the night before? Was there anything that Vanessa really had to remember? It wasn’t like anything of great importance happened to the blond, at least nothing out of the ordinary. Guys at the bar had hit on her, she probably received a few phone numbers, a couple of offers of unbridled sex, but Melanie doubted Vanessa really cared about any of them.
“Oh, my head,” Vanessa groaned, letting Melanie know that she was awake. Melanie glanced at the clock and say that it was just after eight.
“How are you feeling?” she asked tentatively, as she filled a glass of water and grabbed the bottle of aspirin before walking over to the bed. She hesitated a moment before she sat on the edge, cringing at the thought that maybe there was residual spell sparks lingering.
“Like shit,” Vanessa groaned, rolling onto her side and facing Melanie. “It must have been one hell of a New Year’s party – I don’t remember a thing.”
Well, alcohol would be one reason why her friend would not remember the night before. At least it was somewhat plausible and if Melanie hadn’t seen the mist and heard the words herself she would have believed such a simple explanation. Twisting the cap off the bottle, she dumped two pills into her hand and held them out to Vanessa, “Here, hopefully these will take the edge off your hang over.”
“Thanks,” Vanessa said with a groan, sitting up and letting the blanket fall from her body, revealing her nakedness. She giggled as she took the pills and swallowed them down. “It must have been even better than I thought if I wound up naked. In your bed.
“Yeah, ha ha,” Melanie murmured, not really feeling the humor. She turned away, unable to meet her friend’s gaze. Oh, it had been an interesting, scary, night. Feeling more uncomfortable, she stood up, smoothing her sweaty palms down the front of her flannel pajama bottoms.
“Mmm,” Vanessa said, her moan sounding suspiciously like last night’s sex fest. “Other than a headache I feel fantastic – like I had just the most incredible sex. God, I wish I remember what happened last night. Did I get lucky?”
“Uh, not that I know of,” Melanie said, fudging the truth a bit. Did Simon count as getting lucky? Either way, she could feel the heat of a blush staining her cheeks.
Vanessa moaned ag
ain, this time with an edge of pain, “Damn, I don’t think I’ve ever had a headache this bad before!”
“Maybe you need some fresh air,” Melanie suggested, picking up her discarded shirt from the night before and absently folding it.
“Oh, God, yes,” Vanessa said enthusiastically. Melanie heard Vanessa moving around on the bed and figured out her friend was probably getting up. “I think the sooner I get out of here the better off I’ll be. No offense, Mel, but your apartment kind of creeps me out.”
“I heard that the building was haunted,” Melanie laughed nervously even as she knew the real reason why Vanessa was in such a rush to get out of there.
Vanessa gasped in true horror, “Ghosts?”
“Well, I think it was just a rumor,” Melanie offered with a shrug.
“I love you to death, Lenni, but I don’t think I can stand being where ghosts might live,” Vanessa said forcefully, not realizing the apparent irony of her words. “Please, just take me home. And from now on, when we get together, we’ll do it at my place.”
“Okay,” Melanie said slowly, figuring it was best to let Vanessa leave in such a manner. It was most likely that she wasn’t going to remember her apartment building anyway. Not if it was meant to fade away like a dream. That kind of sucked.
It also made Melanie wonder if she was going to be allowed to bring any of her friends over or if they would all get the memory-wipe treatment of Vanessa. Would Jenna and Ferris be able to hang out with her? The possibility that her sister and niece would be unable to visit gave Melanie pause. Staying in the cool apartment building with gargoyle guardians might not be worth giving that up.
Of course, she could always go home and visit Jenna and Ferris. It wasn't like she didn’t still have a bedroom of her own and she didn’t get along with her parents. She had just moved out less than a week before. It would all work out, even if no one else would be able to visit her apartment. Besides, there really wasn’t that much room to host a gathering anyway.
While her mind had been wondering, Vanessa managed to get dressed in her slinky outfit from the night before. “Ready to take me home?”
“Sure,” Melanie said, grabbing her car keys and heading for the door. At Vanessa’s laughter, she paused, “What?”
“Don’t you think you should get dressed first?” she asked, pointedly looking at Melanie’s pajamas. “I don’t think the world is ready for your yellow kitten pants.”
“Right,” Melanie smiled, dropping the keys and going over to the dresser and pulling out a t-shirt and pair of jeans, and whatever else she needed to get dressed. Heading into the bathroom, she paused, “Give me a moment.”
Closing the door before Vanessa could say anything, Melanie sat down on the toilet and pulled her top off. Something caught her eye and she looked up, frowning when she saw the lion gargoyle standing guard over her sky light. She had a pretty good sense of direction and she was fairly sure that the gargoyle had been nowhere near her bathroom. Absently, she put her clothes on, wondering how the gargoyle moved.
Which was ridiculous, of course, because the gargoyle didn’t move. She must have misjudged her position when she went up to the roof or something because gargoyles can’t move. As for why she didn’t remember seeing him standing guard before is because she never really paid attention to her skylight in the three days that she had been living there, at least not during the day. Obviously, he had always been standing there and she was going to have to learn to pay better attention to her surroundings. The next time she went up to the roof, she was going to find her skylight and prove to herself that she wasn’t crazy.
“It’s done,” Vaughn whispered as Melanie walked out of the bathroom. A part of him had hoped that she would remember but when she looked up at him and frowned, he knew it was over.
“For what it’s worth, I am sorry,” Armand rumbled from his usual position.
“I know,” Vaughn managed. She was in such a hurry to leave and he could only hope that she would remember to come back for the rest of her stuff. That way he would be able to see her one final time.
“How long should we wait before we send her stuff home?” Rhys asked.
“No more than a few days,” Armand said matter-of-factly. “A week at most.”
“I’ll pack it up tonight,” Vaughn said softly, already missing her. Squeezing his stone eyes closed, he fought back the wave of anguish that threatened to engulf him. Why did it feel as if he had just cut off an essential limb? Cut out his heart?
“It isn’t necessary,” Armand said, the sympathy in his voice grating all along every single one of Vaughn’s nerves. “I can have one of the pixies do it.”
“No,” Vaughn quickly put a halt to that idea. “It’s something I want to do.”
Later that afternoon, after dropping Vanessa off and driving around the area, Melanie parked her car in the lot closest to the family’s St. Paul candy store. Needing to walk, she hoped the cold air would help clear her head. With a few subtle questions, Melanie was able to determine Vanessa didn’t remember a darn thing from the night before. And the further away they drove from the apartment building, the clearer it became the spell was working. Vanessa was somehow convinced that they had spent the night in a hotel, vaguely recalling waking up in a small, hotel-like room.
Melanie could hardly correct her, after all, if Vanessa were to somehow magically get her memory back, who was to say they wouldn’t perform the memory wipe spell again? And Melanie wasn’t at all sure it was wise to continuously wipe someone’s memory with spells. It didn’t seem like something that would be wise.
A burst of cold wind slammed against her and she hunkered down further into her heavy coat. Even with a hat that was going to matte her hair to her head and a scarf that was wrapped around her face, the chill air still took her breath away. When she returned to her apartment, she was going to strip off all of these layers and head up to the roof through Armand’s apartment one last time. It was the least he could let her do.
Hmm, maybe this weekend she could get her brother to take her to a hardware store in his truck so she could pick up a ladder. Vaughn’s brother did say that if she found another way up then she could visit anytime she wanted, at least any time during the day. It didn’t matter that he hadn’t really meant it. With a ladder, she would be able to reach the roof from her tiny balcony. Of course, that would mean trying to pretend she wasn’t deathly afraid of heights.
Damn, it was cold. Lifting her head just enough to glance at the surrounding buildings, Melanie swore. She had walked at least a block beyond her apartment and in order to go back, she would have to turn around and face the wind. Maybe if she thawed out in one of the stores, the prospect of walking into the wind to return home wouldn’t be so daunting. Knowing that she would be able to get warm on the roof was a pretty big incentive to thaw out and return.
A shop that she hadn’t noticed before caught her attention. Tilting her head to the side, she stopped in front of the store window, noticing the unique items that were being sold, everything from crystals to… to shrunken monkey heads? Blinking, she read the name: Magyks Emporium.
She could be superstitious and believe that the fates provided exactly what she was looking for right when she was needing to find it but that was too simple of an explanation. She hadn’t been paying enough attention before because she had only been living there for a few days. Plus, she hadn’t really relished the idea of exploring her neighborhood in the dead of winter. She was sure that she would have discovered the shop come spring or summer.
Pushing the door open, she welcomed the rush of heat as the bells rang overhead. A spicy scent filled her nostrils, something between freshly ground nutmeg and cinnamon. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath of the heady scent; it was delicious. Opening her eyes, she looked around, thrilled to see that the store was filled with peculiar odds and ends with no apparent order at all. It was the type of place a person could spend hours in, just exploring and seeing what was there
.
Running her hand over a smooth crystal ball, she smiled. Perhaps this store was exactly what she was looking for. Pulling her hat from her head and stuffing it in her pockets, she scrubbed her fingers through her hair, trying to fluff it up some. Next, she unwound the scarf from around her throat, letting it hang from her neck.
“Can I help you?” a low, melodic voice asked from behind her.
Jumping, she spun around and saw a wizened old man standing not five feet in front of her, his clear hazel eyes twinkling with amusement. White hair was pulled away from his head in a low pony tail so she wasn’t sure if he had long hair or not so long hair. Several gold hoops decorated his ear lobe and even more rings circled his long, surprisingly elegant, fingers. He wore a loose, cream-colored shirt and dark, comfy-looking pants. If she was going to be fanciful, she would say he reminded her of a wizard, or rather, how a wizard would appear in the modern world. She smiled, “I’m surprised you’re opened today, with it being New Year’s and all.”
“That depends on which calendar one is referring to,” he chuckled, holding out his hand and lightly grasping her elbow. Despite the tingle of electricity that skittered over her skin at his touch, it was almost comforting and she let him lead her further into the store. “Now, what can I help you with, child?”
“Well,” Melanie said, stopping when she realized how ridiculous she was going to sound. Squeezing her eyes shut, she blurted, “I was wondering if you carried anything that protects against memory augmentation spells?”
When he didn’t immediately start laughing, Melanie opened her eyes and looked at him. She was relieved to see the thoughtful expression on his face, as if he were taking her strange request seriously.