How do I not remember us?

[Miracles Happen]

Elizabeth Lily Heartland



Kyle Phillip Heartland

Rain fell in like bullets on the car's windshield and a streak of lightning flashed across the dark sky, causing Elizabeth to scream. "Kyle! Pull over! The road's going to flood!" She yelled at him. "As soon as we find a hotel or something," He promised her in a smooth voice and she let out a quiet sigh. Elizabeth hated storms, she always had and she always would. Soon, a dark looming shape of a mansion came before them. "There!" Elizabeth yelled and Kyle quickly pulled into the drive-way. Kyle recognized it immediately. "Maybe this isn't a good idea..." He stated, glancing at his little sister with worry in his brown eyes. "What do you mean? The roads are about to turn into rivers!" She argued and he sighed quietly. He knew she didn't remember; not like he did anyway. Maybe small memories. He remembered everything that went on in the house. They both got out of the car and ran to the front steps. Elizabeth was the first to grip the handle and try to open the door but it wouldn't budge; it was locked. She looked around for a key hole and found one. She grabbed a bobby pin out of her long, curly hair. It had been holding up her bangs, which now hung in her face. She quickly and quietly stuck the pin in the lock and moved it around a bit and soon the door swung open. She entered and looked around with wide eyes. The house looked even bigger on the inside than on the outside. She looked back at Kyle who had an uncertain look on his tanned face.

"Elizabeth, what if someone lives here? What if we get caught for breaking into someone's house? We would get charged with trespassing, I'm sure," He stated, looking at her with concern swirling in his deep brown eyes. She rolled her eyes at his comment; making it very obvious what she thought of that. "No one lives here, Kyle. This place has been abandoned for years. Besides, if they do ask we can just say that the road flooded and we had to get out of the storm. Also, where has your sense of adventure gone?" She questioned him and he sighed quietly, giving up. Elizabeth had always been incredibly stubborn and even if she had realized she was gone she would never admit it. She looked around and a light frown crossed her face as she saw a piano sitting in the large entree way of the house; well more of an entree room.

"Kyle, do you feel like you've been here before? Like daja vu?" She questioned and without waiting for an answer she walked over to the piano and sat down on the old bench. "I remember being here... In this house before... Maybe when we were little? No... I remember sitting at this piano and being really upset about something and I had started playing and a man had come with me and he played the piano too, trying to make me feel better I think. By the end we were both laughing and I had forgotten whatever I was upset about. I... I also think he kissed me... But he couldn't have, right? I mean, I've never had a boyfriend or anything..." She said, mostly talking to herself. "I even remember the song..." She said softly and started to play the piano, her delicate fingers seeming to pull themselves around the keys.

(Have you ever seen Corpse Bride? She's doing the part Emily does in the piano duet. If not just go to Youtube and look up 'Piano duet Corpse Bride' if you want to hear it...)

[Pikachoo]

(It's been a really long time since I've seen it, so I don't remember it too well. ;A; )

A harsh army of raindrops pattered against the windowsill of the upstairs bedroom as the young Aaron Boulstridge's spirit watched the bleak skies of dreary England grow even darker. The clouds that absorbed the rain were still crying and their salty tears attacked the windows, roof, and ground with a bang. Aaron had the pity of hearing it all. As did his father, Sir Humphrey Boulstridge, who sat a bit farther from his only son. The two males didn't say a word to one another. Their conversations had always been fragmented and brief ever since their bodies had been ripped away from them and all they had were their souls. It was only the two of them who lived in the gigantic mansion; Aaron's mother had been deceased long before they had been cursed. The emptiness that dwelled inside of him along with the undying loathing that he expressed for his father for not allowing him to marry the women he desired made Aaron resentful and unwilling to accept nor listen to his father. Now their days were filled with silence and even the sounds of rabbits skidding across the dirt ground from the front of the house could be heard from their secluded room that they wasted their time in.

But they didn't hear any rabbits this time. Instead, Aaron and his father heard the unfamiliar sound of screeching from outside. It wasn't the screech of a lady or a child, however. Something was sliding against the ground before halting immediately and the screech died instantly. Both of their heads shot up and Humphrey was staring in awe from an identical window to the left of his son. Ignoring his father for a moment, Aaron peered through the window more closely and saw two people exit a strange vehicle; a women and a man. Aaron could only see the peaks of their heads from the second floor window, so he wasn't able to identify who they were. A small ounce of alarm did run through him when he saw the duo enter the mansion. Though he didn't understand how they were able to pass through the tall locked doors, he was still uncomfortable that two strangers were inside his home. As was his father, whose shoulders were as stiff as a statue's.

Jerking himself from the window, Aaron felt the ghostly outline of his body mold with pale skin and fabric. Sleek brown hair was glued to his head and the green in his pupil-less eyes returned. Once the skin was masked around his soul, a white shirt with laced sleeves and cropped pants, black boots and a obsidian coat with dangling coattails appeared from thin air and thinly covered his bare body. The same had been done with his father, except that a smooth brown mustache and beard protected his upper lip and chin and he bore an outrageously expensive suit with suspenders that he always needed to keep his pants from falling down from his portly body. The father and son looked eerily similar with their human skin, even if they didn't like to admit it. But neither of them were concerned with each other. They had to atleast appear human to the trespassers and find out why they were here. It wasn't like their old house was of any importance in this new world that they were forced to live through.

Even in their temporary human skin, Aaron and Humphrey were able to walk through the walls and zip down the swirling stairs to the door. Just as they neared the door, the faint sound of a piano played in the other room and Aaron's head rose in curiosity. He had remembered the tune from so long ago and he didn't think that anyone else but the one he loved would know how to play it. Leaving his father behind to inspect the area around the door, the boy slowly crept towards the other room. His feet made no sound as they moved across the marble floor and his breathing was quiet, almost as if it was nonexistent. The room became closer and closer and he gently peered his head inside once he arrived, his hands wrapping around the edge of one of the twin doors. The man and women were there, as he suspected. The women played the familiar tune on the piano while the man observed her. Engulfing some unneeded oxygen into his dry lungs, Aaron cleared his throat and spoke the first word that he uttered in a very long time, "Hello?"

[Miracles Happen]

Elizabeth's eyes widened when she heard someone's voice besides Lance's. Her face paled to about the color of a sheet of blank paper. She instantly stood up and turned, looking at him. She once again got the feeling that she knew the man from somewhere, but she wasn't exactly sure when or where she had met him. "I am so sorry for breaking into your house but the roads were flooding and I'm not particularly fond of storms and um... Well I didn't really think anyone lived here to be honest with you. So, please don't call the police. I'll do anything for you to make it up," She said quickly, sounding flustered. Her cheeks were a light pink as she blushed in embarrassment. She was never very good at hiding her emotions from anyone; especially strangers. As she looked at him closer she found herself becoming more sure that she had seen him somewhere before. "Have we met before?" She asked him. "You look familiar..."

Kyle narrowed his eyes as he saw Aaron. When he realized that Elizabeth didn't recognize him he felt a small smirk scatter across his features. "Of course we've never met him; we've never even been here before and like you said, we didn't even know anyone lived here," He stated. He still didn't trust Aaron anymore than the day he died; well the day he died the first time.

"Are you sure, Kyle? Maybe I only met him or something... And why are you acting so weird?" She questioned him, glancing at her brother and got back a simple shrug, which was expected, but it didn't answer her question; it never did even though Kyle did it all the time. She believed that he only did it for the soul purpose to annoy her.

[Pikachoo]

As soon as the women turned, Aaron's face churned into the color of wool. The women looked exactly like his Elizabeth that had been murdered back when he was alive. The pain of losing the only one he loved still lingered in his heart and seeing who the man was next to her twisted it and nearly tore it in half. The man resembled his lover's elder brother and the other man that he couldn't stand. Both his father and Kyle resented their love and scorned them publicly. They both wanted to separate the two and neither of them understood how in love they were. Aaron knew that these two weren't the Elizabeth and Kyle from his past; they had passed on centuries ago. They weren't alive when the curse was placed upon the house and their spirits weren't able to haunt the house for as long as his and his father's did. Still, the boy felt wary hearing her speak with the same voice that he recognized from his Elizabeth.

"Police...?" Aaron inquired, not understanding what she meant. Not being allowed to leave the mansion had made him unaware of how much his England had really changed. Being that their mansion was in the outskirts of a city, they didn't see much outside of the occasional vehicle or people pass by. "You don't need to do anything for me. I really don't mind. I was just curious as to why someone would want to break into this house. It's not in the best shape as it was when it was first built and it's quite old and torn down." He added, his eyes scanning the room. Spider webs were sewn onto the roof and onto the furniture and dust lived on almost all flat surfaces. It was the definition of an abandoned house, even if he and his father had lived there for so long.

When she asked if she knew him only to have the man, who's name was also Kyle, answer her made the boy's eyes narrow. It was as if this Kyle knew something that the women didn't. He decided not to dwell on it for much longer, "Uh, I don't think so. I've lived here with my father for quite a long time and I've never seen either of you in these parts before. Unless I'm starting to develop long term memory loss, I don't believe I've ever met you before." Aaron replied, not really sure if that was the truth. They felt like the same people that he loved and hated long ago and yet, they were totally different at the same time. It confused him and frustrated him at the same time.

[Miracles Happen]

Elizabeth gave him a smile of gratitude and relief. "Thank you so much," She said and then walked up to him, holding out her hand to shake hands with him. "I'm Elizabeth, by the way, Elizabeth Heartland. My brother is Kyle if you haven't noticed," She added with the same smile. "You must just look like someone I've seen before," She then added more softly so only he could hear her, "Don't mind Kyle. He's not a very respectful person at times to some people," She assured him and then glanced at Kyle who had also walked nearer to the man but he didn't have the same inviting looks as Elizabeth did. In fact he had a look of hatred gleaming in his brown eyes. "Hello," He said simply. "You know who I am,"

Elizabeth turned and flashed her brother a flash of irritation and anger. "Could you at least be a little respectful for once? You're lucky that we're not going to get reported to the police," She said, her voice layered with anger as she glared at him. She then looked behind him and saw a long, white, wedding dress in the corner that looked as though it had never been worn. She walked over to it and gently reached out and let her delicate fingers skim over the material. She closed her eyes with a look of thought on her face. "I remember this as well... More like that deja vu feeling I was telling you about earlier, Kyle," She said softly, although she seemed to be mostly talking to herself. She then turned and looked at Aaron. She was about to ask if he was getting married but then remembered that only him and his father lived in the house and decided not to touch on that subject. "You're house is beautiful Aaron; I love it actually. I love vintage things; my room at home is mostly made up of things that are rather old. All your house needs is to be dusted and a bit of touching up and I'm sure it would be restored to it's former glory that I'm sure it had. Doesn't it get lonely; just having you and your father living here?" She asked him softly. She couldn't imagine that kind of silence. In fact, she hated silence. There was always someone talking or she listened to music.

While she had been looking at the dress and thinking, Kyle had gone near Aaron. "Hello, Aaron. Long time, no see. Five centuries of not seeing each other, in fact. Nothing has changed in me between then and now. You aren't getting her," Was all he said quietly before Elizabeth turned around and started talking again.

[Pikachoo]

He was frozen in his place, his artificial heart banging against his chest like a fist to a door, "How-how do you know my name?" He didn't give it to them and yet, she was already calling him Aaron. The boy was about to ask them another question until she blatantly introduced herself. That's when his entire face churned to the color of milk and his eyes were wide and ghostly. Elizabeth Heartland was the name of the woman that he loved. But she had died ages ago. This girl couldn't be the same one. Granted that Elizabeth was a fairly common British name, he didn't know many young ladies with the last name of Heartland. When Kyle Heartland approached him and hissed to him, however, Aaron felt a familiar sense of anger boil up inside him. It couldn't be the same boy that had soiled their marriage. It couldn't be. He was drugged and killed the same way Elizabeth was. Still, he exhibited the same rotten attitude and gave the same snappy responses to the woman as Kyle would do to his Elizabeth. Instead of saying anything about it, he decided to ignore the strange fact and simply nod his head, "It's very nice to meet the both of you." Aaron breathed softly, his voice still soaked with shock.

His eyes then averted around the room as Elizabeth began to compliment it. This room had been the music room where he and his lover would sit and play various instruments while his father was out. Their favorite had been the piano, the only instrument that had not been shamefully shoved into the chocolate colored wardrobe in the far corner of the room. It had been in this room that Aaron proposed to her after she finished playing and it had been here where he cried into her unworn wedding dress upon hearing that she had been poisoned and killed. Speaking of the dress, the boy flinched at the sight of her touching it, but he didn't stop her. A small tug to his heart told him not to. "Why thank you," Aaron began nervously, his eyes shifting all around the dusty area, "My father and I saw no reason to clean her up seeing as nobody ever visits. Plus, we have no maids nor butlers to help us. It'd take too much work for just the two of us." He lied. His temporary body only lasted for an hour or two at most before he was forced to shed it off and return into his spirit form, so he would not have the time to clean the entire house. But her next question stunned him and he didn't want the stranger to know how lonely he was, "Oh, heavens no! I'm not lonely, especially since I still have my father." He lied once again, his voice filled with venom and hatred towards the fat man.

With Elizabeth occupied with the dress, Aaron had expected Kyle to follow her. Instead, he approached him and continued his jeering. His words had made no sense to the boy and his head tilted to one side, "Huh? I don't want to be with your...friend. My love died a long time ago. There will be no one to replace her, so you don't need to worry about me taking her." He assured him casually.

[Miracles Happen]

Kyle simply gave the boy a soft chuckle. "Just like you, not to remember the prophecy. Ah, oh well, all the better for me and your father," He said with a smirk. He looked back up at Elizabeth who was looking around the room. She saw a wardrobe in the corner and walked over to it, opening it up. Her eyes widened when she saw all the instruments and a large smile spread across her face. She turned to Aaron with a smile, her green-blue eyes bright with happiness. "Do you know how to play all of these?" She asked in amazement. "I know how to play all of these... Except he flute that is..." She told him. "I've always wanted to but never had the time..." She stated and then closed the wardrobe and walked back over to the two boys and Kyle walked over by his sister and put his arm around her protectively. It wasn't that he thought anyone was going to Hirt her; he had always been excessively protective of Elizabeth, even when she was only five and he had been three.

"So, where is your father?" Kyle asked and Elizabeth elbowed him hard in the ribs for being so rude the entire time they were there and to get his arm away from her. It worked and he sent an irritated look at her but she either didn't notice or didn't care. The truth was, she really didn't care what Kyle thought of her; he was being rude and he deserved what he got.

[Pikachoo]

Aaron gave Kyle a strange look. He didn't understand what he meant. A prophecy? Those were only apart of fairy tales that a mother would croon to her children who refused to sleep. But his eyes immediately turned to the girl, who was rummaging through the old and worn instruments that had been stuffed into the wardrobe for centuries. He had not taken them out since Elizabeth's death and he felt a bit worried that she might break them or mishandle them. Luckily she didn't and Aaron relaxed his tensing shoulders, "I knew how to play most of them, but not all. I could never get the hang of the trombone no matter how hard I practiced." He admitted shyly before she mentioned the flute. He had spent his days trying to give his lover polite tips on how to play the flute, but she was always too busy to perfect her skill. The more they showed resemblance to one another, the more suspicious the boy became.

At the mention of his father, he shifted uncomfortably, "Both of us came down the stairs upon your arrival, so he's bound to be downstairs somewhere. Why? Do you need to speak to him?" Aaron inquired, definitely not wanting his father to come into the room. He of all people was the last man he wanted to see; even the rude behavior of Kyle was more tolerable than his killer father.

[Miracles Happen]

Elizabeth opened her mouth to answer him but Kyle quickly cut her off with a quick wave of his hand, causing her to give him something that looked a bit like the look of death. She often gave that look to him when he was being rude or just being a general idiot; which in her opinion happened quite often.

"Yes, actually, I would like to speak with him," He answered in a crisp tone. Elizabeth hated that; when he acted like he knew everything and was better than everyone else. "You don't have to be so rude, Kyle," She hissed, irritation and anger seeping into her usually calm voice. She glanced at Aaron again and auddenly she had a look of confusion on her face. It was like the look she had when speaking about the dress and the piano song. "You're entire name is Aaron Boulstridge, right?" She asked him softly and an alarmed look came across Kyle's face. She was remembering everything much more quickly now that she was at the house. She had mentioned small things before but never like this; never like the way he remembered things. "And... There's another bedroom here. I remember it. It's on the left when you go up the stairs. It has a view of a lake..." She said quietly. Suddenly a look of pain flashed across her face and she stumbled backwards. Kyle caught her and looked at her with concern in his eyes. "Hey, you alright?" He asked her and she shook her head. "Just a bad headache... Worse than usual," She answered him. She had always had bad headaches but he knew this one wasn't normal. This one was because she was remembering things to quickly. She wasn't supposed to remember anything, technically.