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[lena-artz]

ODISSEY OF RECOLLECTION

-Pilot chapter;

It was the same recurring dream once again, the same incomplete dream over and over since she was, what? 14? 15? It was stupid, really, it’s not like it really meant something at all...

The same dream, over and over and over again...

She wakes up, sweating, heavy breath, like if she was drowning and finally could breath again.

“This dream again... Shit- What time is it?” She asks herself, while turning to her bedside table. The clock marks 06:30am in it’s glowing red letters, time to get up.

Marlene gets up slowly, still feeling very sleepy. She walks straight to the bathroom to take a shower, after that she looks at herself in the mirror. The tanned skin, messy hair and the eybags... Where, or better, when did it went wrong?

“Gosh... I look terrible.” Then she walks back to the room to get dressed, after all she needs to go to work, unfortunately.

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“Girl, you look horrible.” The blonde woman says.

“Thanks Lucy, you’re so helpful” Marlene says sarcatically, her mood wasn’t good today and Evergreen knew.

“Same dream again?”

Marlene rubs her tired eyes and then says: “Yeah... Same dream, again.” She sighs, annoyed. “I’m tired of all this shit.”

“Have you tried seeing a-“

“Lucy, if you tell me to see a therapist again...”

“I’m just saying it would help!”

“I don’t need help, I’m fine, now let me get back to work...” Marlene said then looked back at her computer. Honestly, she’s been looking at the screen for so long that the words stopped making sense for her, actually, most of Marlene’s life didn’t make sense. “Seriously, who reads the newspaper nowadays anyway?? That’s so pointless...”

“Why don’t you quit?” Lucy asked, as if it was that easy.

“Why don’t you try to be helpful for once?... Sorry, it’s just- Those news are so boring!”

The blonde chukles, she didn’t even felt bad about how her friend spoke to her anymore. Then, an idea pops in her head “Oh! Maybe you could do like that journalist who got famous again! The one who interviwed a vampire! What was his name again? Daniel Molloy?”

Marlene didn’t knew why, but hearing this name made her feel something weird and see some weird flash of mamory... A young, brunette man...

“Marlene? Are you okay?”

“W-what?... Y-yeah, I’m fine...” She quickly recomposed herself. “And vampires are not real, the guy’s obviously a fraud. He was just desperate for people to talk about him again. What’s next? Interview with a werewolf?” She says sarcasticaly and both the women laugh at the idea.

“Well, he got what he wanted, everyone is talking about this book, it wouldn’t be such a stupid idea.”

“I’m not doing that. Now go, we both need to work.”

“Alright Ms. Bad Temper.” Lucy says and finally walks away.

This whole conversation made Marlene uncomfortable, but why? Why just hearing that guy’s name made her freeze? What was happening in her brain?

During her whole shift, she can’t stop thinking about the name and about the interview, it didn’t mean anything, right?... Maybe Lucy was right and she did need a therapist after all...

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After the shift, Lucy asked if Marlene wanted a ride home, but she refused. Now she was walking alone in the streets of San Francisco, she liked walking alone, watching the people and the streets. Everything looked so familiar, yet so strange for her.

While walking, Marlene suddenly decided to stop, she didn’t even knew why, but when she turned her head to the right, she saw a bookstore, and the book in the showcase... Was Interview With The Vampire, by Daniel Molloy...

She had that weird feeling again, almost like that book, or rather the name, was calling for her, like a magnetic pull, like if it was sending a message right into her brain, saying: “Come to me...” And she did, Marlene walked into the bookstore and bought the damn book.

It was the same recurring dream once again, the same incomplete dream over and over since she was, what? 14? 15? It was stupid, really, it’s not like it really meant something at all...

The same dream... There was blood on the floor, she was there, watching, but she was younger, there was also two men... Who are them? The blood is not from any of the three, she’s not scared... She tries to speak, and she does, but she can’t hear her own words, like always. One of the men answers, he looks young yet old, is it even possible? She can’t hear him either. The other man opens his mouth to speak, but then... She wakes up before he can say anything.

The same dream, over and over and over again...

She wakes up, sweating, heavy breath, like if she was drowning and finally could breath again.

“This dream again... Shit- What time is it?” She asks herself, while turning to her bedside table. The clock marks 06:30am in it’s glowing red letters, time to get up.

Marlene gets up slowly, still feeling very sleepy. She walks straight to the bathroom to take a shower, after that she looks at herself in the mirror. The tanned skin, messy hair and the eybags... Where, or better, when did it went wrong?

“Gosh... I look terrible.” Then she walks back to the room to get dressed, after all she needs to go to work, unfortunately.

-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

“Girl, you look horrible.” The blonde woman says.

“Thanks Lucy, you’re so helpful” Marlene says sarcatically, her mood wasn’t good today and Evergreen knew.

“Same dream again?”

Marlene rubs her tired eyes and then says: “Yeah... Same dream, again.” She sighs, annoyed. “I’m tired of all this shit.”

“Have you tried seeing a-“

“Lucy, if you tell me to see a therapist again...”

“I’m just saying it would help!”

“I don’t need help, I’m fine, now let me get back to work...” Marlene said then looked back at her computer. Honestly, she’s been looking at the screen for so long that the words stopped making sense for her, actually, most of Marlene’s life didn’t make sense. “Seriously, who reads the newspaper nowadays  anyway?? That’s so pointless...”

“Why don’t you quit?” Lucy asked, as if it was that easy.

“Why don’t you try to be helpful for once?... Sorry, it’s just- Those news are so boring!”

The blonde chukles, she didn’t even felt bad about how her friend spoke to her anymore. Then, an idea pops in her head “Oh! Maybe you could do like that journalist who got famous again! The one who interviwed a vampire! What was his name again? Daniel Molloy?”

Marlene didn’t knew why, but hearing this name made her feel something weird and see some weird flash of mamory... A young, brunette man...

“Marlene? Are you okay?”

“W-what?... Y-yeah, I’m fine...” She quickly recomposed herself. “And vampires are not real, the guy’s obviously a fraud. He was just desperate for people to talk about him again. What’s next? Interview with a werewolf?” She says sarcasticaly and both the women laugh at the idea.

“Well, he got what he wanted, everyone is talking about this book, it wouldn’t be such a stupid idea.”

“I’m not doing that. Now go, we both need to work.”

“Alright Ms. Bad Temper.” Lucy says and finally walks away.

This whole conversation made Marlene uncomfortable, but why? Why just hearing that guy’s name made her freeze? What was happening in her brain?

During her whole shift, she can’t stop thinking about the name and about the interview, it didn’t mean anything, right?... Maybe Lucy was right and she did need a therapist after all...

-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

After the shift, Lucy asked if Marlene wanted a ride home, but she refused. Now she was walking alone in the streets of San Francisco, she liked walking alone, watching the people and the streets. Everything looked so familiar, yet so strange for her.

While walking, Marlene suddenly decided to stop, she didn’t even knew why, but when she turned her head to the right, she saw a bookstore, and the book in the showcase... Was Interview With The Vampire, by Daniel Molloy...

She had that weird feeling again, almost like that book, or rather the name, was calling for her, like a magnetic pull, like if it was sending a message right into her brain, saying: “Come to me...” And she did, Marlene walked into the bookstore and bought the damn book.