I look at Edward with some confusion. Did he just ask me who I am? I do believe I am mistaken. These might be some side effects from the poison. Perhaps I should not have killed Catarina until I have had all the facts. But patience is not in my true nature. So we shall have to navigate this one blindly.

Now I watch Edward as he somewhat frantically tries to get out of a bed that he is not quite familiar with. True, this is indeed not his room, but he has been in here often enough to know where he finds himself. So I gently lay my hand on his arm to try and calm him from his panic.

"My dear Edward, please calm yourself; you have only now awakened from a great ordeal."

He instantly pulls his arm away from my touch; he looks at me with a great deal of anger in his eyes.

"You have not answered my question. Who are you, and where am I at?"

"Sebastian, Sebastian Belmont."

"I do not know who you are. I demand of you to please let me go."

"This is your home, my dear friend; where shall you go?

I look at his face as he struggles to find the answers, but he cannot come with one valid explanation as to where I shall be able to go. He has just realized, more than I, that he does not even know who he is. It seems that he has indeed lost his memory. It is somewhat rare but very possible to happen to a Vampire. There must have been an ingredient in the poison that has caused this severe reaction.

Now we shall need to act soon, for the longer his memories stay away, the bigger the risk that he shall never gain them again. One would think that such a thing would be welcomed, but there are some memories that we do wish to keep with us for eternity. I cannot begin to think of how lonely a man can be if he does not have his memories.

So it is with great caution that I need to explain to him what should happen next. The thing is that we have created so much bad blood with the witches in Europe that should we require one, we should have to go quite far. But time is not a luxury that we possess; we shall have to take a far greater risk to get the help that we desire.

But to even to suggest this is going to stir an unfavorable reaction from especially my beloved. We do not have to go into the details of asking whether I have been in a brief encounter with the creature, not quite a creature, but a once human that possess far greater power than I witch.

Before we even get there, my question to Edward seems somewhat simple, but if he has no knowledge, then that shall be a far bigger problem than we anticipated. So here it goes then.

"My dear Edward, do you know what you are?"

"What do you mean? Know what I am?"

"Yes, are you human, or are you, Vampire?"

"My god, how can you even ask such a thing. I was not even aware that there is such a thing as a Vampire. Must say then I am relieved that I am human."

And just as I expected, the man has no idea whom he truly is. Well, there is no question that he is indeed a Vampire, or should I even ask such a thing from him. The man shall topple from this bed if he gets the sight of his own fangs. The thing what can he remember, if at all anything.

"My dear Edward, what memories can you recollect?"

"I remember, I remember. I can not recall a thing."

"Will you allow me to help you? Can I take you to someone that shall be able to help you to get all your memories back again?"

"Would one want to do such a thing if you can start on a clean slate?"

"But do you not wish to know who you are? If you have family or if you have love ones?"

"If I have a family, why do I find myself in the house of a strange man?

"What if I told you that we are your family?"

"Well, then I'd say I have a rather peculiar brother and not sure if that beauty is my sister or your wife. But by the way the other woman with the black hair is standing and looking on at me, I would guess that she is indeed my sister and the young boy must be her son."

I chuckle at him, for he nearly seemed to have gotten it down to the last fact, though he just does not know what a strange combination of a family we truly are. If he only can remember, he will see that he is loved and that we wish nothing but for him to return to his old self.

But now the biggest question, do I tell I want to take him to a sorcerer. See, I have dangled enough in the weak power of a witch; if I wish to get the results that I desire, I need to take him to the most powerful sorcerer that I can find. And unfortunately, this one does find herself in the deep dark caves that are found in the lush forests. Why does she live in such an odd place, I hear you ask; well, her power is made absolute by the water that trickles from above the ground into her mystical cave. It does somewhat sound like a fairytale; well, in the supernatural world, fairytales are indeed to be found.

So how do I get a Vampire that believes he is human, that he needs to follow me in a deep forest to go find a creature that shall return his memories back to him.

"Edward, I need you to trust me. There is only one way that I can return a man such as yourselves memories back to him. Will you allow me to take her to you?"

"Sebastian, why do you just not wait and let them return by themselves?"

"I am afraid that if I do not take you there at once, you shall never regain them."

"Then I shall come with you, but please just do not take me to a Vampire."

"Oh, you have no idea, my friend."

And with that, we set off to the woods out in the countryside. Now, if I were a man of nature, I would love the sounds of the birds that are singing their beautiful songs in the tall trees. I shall take in the smell of the wet sand and the scent of the hundreds of spring flowers that are pushing up between the green plants on the forest ground.

The closer we get to the entrance of her cave, well, usually no man or supernatural shall know the entrance, but I had made this way so many nights when I was looking for a companion. So as we come close to entering the cave, I hear her voice come rumbling from inside; she still holds one of the most beautiful voices that one can find. And before we know it, she is right in front of us, staring me down.

"Sebastian, now your face is not one I thought I shall ever see again."

"My dear Aurelia, it is a great pleasure to see you again."

"Well, I think your pleasure only comes with a favor?"

"I am afraid so, you see that Edward has come into some trouble."

She immediately pushes me to the side and walks up to Edward in such a way that makes me wonder. Did she and Edward have an encounter once? That is not something to ponder now, for she whisks him by his arms and leads him inside, leaving us alone outside by ourselves. So with slow, careful steps, we make the way down the pitch dark tunnel.

I listen as Anastasia squeals and screams.

"Sebastian! I think a spider just walked over my foot."

"Oh, my dear, you do not wish to know how big they are."

"You are not helping!"

"My beloved, you can be glad that there is not a snake that is crawling up your leg."

"As I said! You are not helping. Don't you have a light?"

"Oh yes, my dear, I walk around with a flashlight wherever I go. Let me quickly find it in my pocket."

"Sebastian."

"Yes, my beloved?"

And from out of nowhere in the dark, I see her fist come flying and punching me square on my arm. The little vixen then walks ahead in front of me, swaying her hips seductively from side to side. She is doing it on absolute purpose; she is going to leave me all worked up and frustrated while I need this darn confused mind the most right now.

"You shall pay for this, my beloved."

"You have a better chance than having one of those snakes crawl up your pants."

Then finally, we find ourselves in a somewhat strange situation; Edward seems to find him engulfed in a kiss with Aurelia.

"My dear Edward, have you lost your mind?"

"The woman says that she is my partner."

"My god! Do you honestly think that you shall be attracted to a woman that lives in a cave?"

"Well, I did find that quite odd now that you mention it."

"Can we all just focus on why we are here without playing with snakes and kissing strange women?"

Aurelia finally lets go of Edward. "You are no fun; I was just about to get him to drop his pants."

"I really did not need to hear that. Before you all go stark crazy, please tell me if you can help him?"

"Of course, you know that I can."

"And please do not tell me you have demands?"

"Well, if you want to put it that way, there is a little something that I want."

"Aurelia, that ain't going to happen."

"Oh, Sebastian, I do not wish to do it with you again."

Then if I thought the punch on the arm was painful enough, the slap that makes contact with my right cheek stings like a hundred bees. When my head snaps to the side, I can only see the annoyance on my beloved's face. But she has read this situation all wrong.

"My beloved, Aurelia, and I have never had a sexual encounter."

"Then how did she have you?"

"I..well..I…She used to sing to me."

I watch as Anastasia nearly chokes on her own breath, and she finds my answer the most amusing thing that she has ever found. I am glad my attempt at normalcy does seem so funny to her. So I did find Aurelia's voice the most beautiful thing when I found that I needed to get away from the stressful life as a Master. I do see how I am going to be mocked over this fairly often now.

"I believe we all have had a good laugh, please can we get to the real business at hand?"

And while I was too busy finding a pocket to shove my head down, I failed to remember how Aurelia gives her power, and that is by a simple kiss. Of course, she knew why we were here before we even said a word.

So as I turn to Edward that is still laughing on my account, I do feel that I can ram my own fist into that bloody smirk on his face. But that I shall do once I find that we have him back again, and by the look in his eyes, I am not sure if he faking it. Then without hesitation, I am even fearful to ask.

"Do you remember who I am now?"