Amnesia (Connection Book One)

Sample Chapters from Amnesia (Connection Book One)

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Prologue  

 “You didn’t have to walk me home- but thank you.” I say glancing quickly at the bruise marring his jawline – his sky-blue eyes gleaming with amusement and confusion.  

“It was my pleasure love... but where exactly is your home? This is the entrance to the state park.” He looks at me with questions in his eyes. I glance through the trees as the forest welcomes me with an orchestra of crickets intone with owls as they taunt their prey. My enchanted porch lights flicker on in reaction to my proximity – its dim glow welcoming me home.

 Not wanting to start a long explanation on enchantments and illusions with my panties so wet, I try to avoid his questioning sky-blue eyes. No, I refuse to waste this moment. Time was against us before – I will make sure that this time is different. I smile and tighten my grasp on his hand – never wanting to let go.

  “I’m sorry I- long story short, most things I own are enchanted for my protection. Are you sure you want to do this? My life is unpredictable, dangerous, and sometimes a real shit storm. Last time we -” he places a finger over my lips effectively ceasing my worries -  I sigh and resist the urge to bite it. He nods his head in confirmation before placing a gentle kiss on my sore and bruised cheek.  

 I won’t fail you this time, I promise. Determination extinguishes my worries as I take a deep breath and place my hand over his heart. My soul searches for traces of deceit and betrayal – the first step of bonding. He places a loving hand over my weak and faintly beating heart. In that moment the connection peaks as our minds intertwine and merge one.

 With a flash, I see his present and past lives, and like a warm gentle breeze, I feel the emotions and love he feels for me. Joyful tears stream down my cheeks. Finally, I have found what I thought was lost.  I notice his now tear riddled eyes – aware that he has seen the betrayal, anger, sadness, and vile visions that litter my past. The process completes and I slowly unfasten his bloodied and tattered shirt. Unerringly over his heart is my soulmate symbol, represented in my language.        

    The position of my symbol represents the power of the connection. Our connection, since it is directly over your heart, is unparalleled. I explain through our new mind meld as my ring finger glides over the intricate design – his eyes closed in bliss.  

   - can hear you – but how? His voice fades in and out from inexperience as his brow scrunches in concentration.  

 Relax, don't worry with time it will become easier to control and understand the connection. Regardless of the distance we will always be able to mind meld with each other. Also, through certain elements I will be able to physically reach out to you …all will be explained in due time.

He nods and looks down at the black bonding symbol now lightly etched into his chest and soul.  

 Casually, he traces his finger along the lines causing me to shiver and close my eyes in bliss – the feeling of his fingers is transferred to me. He smiles and tenderly traces his fingers along my collar bone and down between the valley of my breasts. I shiver and a moan as his fingers brush against my nipples causing moisture to drip down my thighs. I peak behind my lashes to catch the smoldering look of lust in his eyes as he has clearly noticed my reaction. I clear my throat and wrap my arms around his neck. My breasts press against his chest as I passionately kiss his lips while sharing images of my desires through our new connection.  

 Fuck. He moans and grinds his throbbing need against my thigh causing me to gasp.  

 As you have noticed there are definite…perks to our connection, but it is not complete. To complete the bond we need to-

  His ringtone interrupts my explanation and he quickly apologizes and fumbles for his phone. “Just great-” He groans as his happiness quickly extinguishes upon reading the caller id.

 “Where in the hell are you son?! You were supposed to be home by one a.m.! Finals are in the morning-” his father continues to yell at him through the phone as his anger and frustration grows.  

“Prick” I tell the bastard as I ball my fists, which is obviously loud enough for his overbearing dick-wad of a father to hear.  

 “You are with that- that tramp again! You said you were studying for your finals, bring your ass home this instant, I don’t care how old you are you live under my -”. He hangs up the phone before looking to me -  his face now red in anger. His aura swirls with agitation, regret, frustration but most strongly…desire.

 He starts to explain before I interrupt and nod in understanding. No need for words, in four hours I want you to go to a mirror and wait for me, we will complete the bonding upon sunrise.  I know it may sound weird but trust me…my love. I show him my fantasies for what was to come – my aura dark and lustfully lying in wait. Suddenly he reaches for my hand and pulls me gently to him, our bodies vibrating in response to our proximity. He places gentle kisses on my forehead, then slowly kisses his way down my jawline to my awaiting lips. As my lips part, our kiss deepens and turns cosmic – my moans filling the silence of the forest. My soul reacts and instantly clings to his – our energies meld and twine into one.  

 Slowly we part and gaze at one another in silent understanding and adoration before he turns and begins his trek home.  As I enter my home, I close the door and sigh with the thought that in a few short hours we would finally complete our bond.  

A lone tear slides down my cheek as my fear begins to fade – the fear that his soul would be broken and scattered across the dimensions.  

No that won’t happen- I won’t let it.  

Interlude

So let’s take a step back, or better yet let’s travel to another moment in my shitty life. To a time when I had no recollection of who or what I was. It was a time on the planet Augustin, in an era of Famine, when sickness circulated faster than the speed of light…

Chapter 1: Hypnotic Eyes 

 “See if she has anything in her pockets -” someone whispers.  

 “Check her boots, that’s where I stash my- I mean maybe- maybe she hides it in there-” another voice adds.

 As the number of excited and edgy voices increase, I slowly open my eyes. Confusion encompasses me as I see the black silhouettes of figures surrounding me like savage wolves. Suddenly something clicks and one plus one equals two, everything shifts into perspective, and I quickly realize that they are about to rob me. In a hazy daze, I scurry back until my back meets cold metal.  I raise my hands to my face, shielding my eyes from the bright-purple sun that gleams through the opposite window. I look through the rectangular window, and observe as barren desert scenery zooms by, its terrain much further down than our current altitude. How the fuck did I get on this fucking ship?

“Who are you?” I demand finally stumbling to my feet – my cold hands shakily grasping the hull’s bulkhead behind me. I close my eyes as my head swims from the sudden movement. When no one bothers to respond, my ire infuriates further. I then look directly at the toothless woman closest to me, who suggested they check my shoes.  

 “Where. Am. I?” I demand again only to receive another look of perplexity and disinterest.

 “You are on a ship on Augustin, sweet face,” says the man sitting in a seat to my left, his voice causing me to pause and ponder. I notice the five o’clock shadow hiding his handsome face – his irises a luminescent-gray with reflective-charcoal pupils that seemed to enrapture my soul. Entranced, my eyes begin to trace the markings etched into the skin of his mocha muscular body. I'm startled from my observation when he chuckles, his voice deep and calming like an ocean. I look back into his hypnotic eyes only to notice a hint of amusement.  

 Frustrated after being caught checking out one of my would-be robbers, I grab the shirt of the woman in front of me. Shaking her as if she was a magic eight ball I yell, “How did I get here?!”  

 “How should I know lady? All I know is that I want whatever you got in ‘em pockets!” the lady sneers and a man advances towards me while licking his lips and grabbing his crotch.  

I shove the lady as hard as I can into the approaching man, and dash past their prone forms before running towards the ship’s exit sign.  

 On unsteady feet I follow the red overhead signs until I find a door. I stumble to a stop and look around for a way to open the mechanical door. On the hull, to the right of the door, is an “Emergency Only” sign with a shiny red button. I would say waking up on a ship with no memories surrounded by thieves is a fucking emergency! I clench my fists and punch the red button. Alarms blare and ship rapidly descends, throwing me into the air. I hiss in pain as my back connects with the overhead lights. Shards of glass rain down around me as I crash land flat on the floor once the ship stabilizes. My hands, cheeks and exposed skin now embedded with tiny fragments of glass.  

 Dazed from the impact and pain, I grab my head and gather my bearings as the sound of multiple pairs of running footsteps approach. Standing on unsteady bare feet, I hiss in sharp pain as glass falls from my cuts. I curse my lack of shoes as the glass becomes lodged deep between the webbing of my toes. I suck up the pain then take painstaking steps towards the now open door. My hair whips against my face as the hot desert air fills the doorway. I look down and notice that the ship is still several feet above the ground. Well, only one way down.  

 As voices grow louder, I take a deep breath and jump. As the ground rapidly approaches, on instinct I tuck and roll in mid-air, before landing slightly crouched, causing the ground to split and crumble. Stumbling forward, I land on my hands and knees. Fuck yes, I’m still alive! Holy fuck, how am I alive?

“Because you are strong Ame’disa, remember that, I will return for you soon...”  

 “Who is there?!” I search my surroundings as a deep familiar voice fills my head. I stand to defend myself,  the empty barren sand surrounding my confusion. Miles and miles of sand greet me in a scorching welcome, as the sun’s purple rays beat and kill the landscape.  

 Looking up, I notice the ship still hovering above me – Mr. Hypnotic Eyes staring intently down upon me. As I stare back, he smiles at me and again the voice fills my head “That’s my girl” he says before disappearing from the exit.  

“Who are you? Who am I?” I yell back as the door closes before the ship takes off. Just great, so he waits until AFTER I jump off the damn ship to say something. Thanks for fucking nothing!

 Groaning frustration, I take a deep breath before walking back the opposite way of travel – cringing as rocks begin cutting into my already bleeding feet.  I take another deep breath and attempt to shrug off the pain before continuing to walk in hopes of finding non-thieving help.  

By Brittini Renee

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