• Mira crushed some healing herbs up and mixed them in a wooden bowl, humming softly to herself. Strands of her blue hair fell in front of her soft, silvery eyes so she blew it back, disrupting her sweet whistled melody.
    “Come on Mira deary, you need to hurry up with those. We don’t want our patients any worse.” The male doctor, Segor said sweetly, his honey voice irritating. Deary? Would he ever learn she DID NOT like him? His failed attempts at swooning her were kind of pathetic.
    Human seeming almost.
    She shuddered at the thought, and, giving his perfect, pale blue face an annoyed glare, finished mixing the herbs, creating a medicine for simple injuries that wouldn’t harm the earth vampire’s skin.
    Roughly, she shoved the bowl in Segor’s callused, gloved hands. He looked back at her innocently before turning to the vampire guy, setting the bowl on the table in between the two. Raising his hands over the bowl, he made some of the medicine float out, hovering right under his hands.
    Of course she had the same ability since she was a healer, plus a few normal abilities, but it was still interesting to watch all the same.
    The mixture followed suit after his hands which he hovered over the vampire’s body. Bits of the stuff would break off at every burn, some of it at covered skin, and cover itself over it, going through the torn, scorched cloth when needed.
    He placed the rest of it back in the bowl and gave Mira a flirty smile. Mira rolled her eyes dramatically and gave him a ‘get real’ look before walking over to the girl vampire’s bedside. Closing her eyes and taking a breath, she placed a bare, blue hand on the girl’s forehead, extracting her thoughts.
    For a few confusing seconds, random splotches of colors, most tainted by ruby red flashed before her mind’s eye, pain and loud sounds joining in.
    She trembled slightly, and struggled to breathe. She hardly even felt Segor’s cold, muscled arm wrap around her waist, holding her up. Ah, so much pain washed through her, the desire to slip out of her mind grew like wild fire.
    But the connection was to strong.
    She struggled on for what seemed like hours until, finally, the colors seemed to focus, turning into people and things. A man, candles and light directed at him, circling him. Cloaked in a deep purple suit with fair blonde hair and a soft, aged face, his posture was proud and joyous.
    The memories supplied his name. The vampire’s father. What seemed like over a hundred people in shabby clothes were piled on rows of seats, each one behind another higher up. It was strange, but since she had five senses in memories, she could smell that they smelled human.
    There scent seemed to tug slightly on her, but the urge seemed to be under control so it was easily dismissed.
    He was speaking in Earth’s English, which she knew courtesy of the earth healer elves that had helped them here, but the vampire girl seemed to wound up, nervous, and excited to listen in. Damn.
    She could feel the girl was shifting her feet back and forth, slightly moving in a dancing form as she waited to be called. Called? For what? Mira wondered curiously. The man threw his hand to the girl’s spot, and Mira felt her stride out, an essence of confidence and pride replacing her nerves.
    Silence filled the air as she looked around at all the people, and the huge red and yellow striped tent surrounding them, taking them all in. A thought bubbled up, unspoken but still heard by Mira.
    Show time.
    She felt the muscles at her mouth move, the girl making a smile as she raised a slim hand above her head and one curved in front of her stomach. Mira saw a shimmery, blue fabric covering her arms, fitted to the skin, and a single, emerald jeweled ring on her pinky.
    A slow music filled the silence, and she felt her body slow moving and twirling in tune, dancing gracefully. The music started picking up tempo, and she moved faster, jumping through the air at a climatic jump in the music.
    A dancer! She was a dancer, duh! Mira felt foolish for taking this long to figure it out, and mentally chuckled, still feeling her body which was just her inside Isabella’s body in her memories dance perfectly, sending ooh’s and ahh’s through the awed crowd.
    For a minute, she just let her stay in that memory, enjoying the peaceful happiness. The girl at one point bent backwards, spinning quickly in a circle on her toes, and slowly brought herself back up straight.
    The music ended with a long, dragged out high note in which the vampire just stood there, holding her pose, proud of her performance. When it ended, the silence crept back for a few seconds, and panic ran through her veins, thinking they hated it.
    Then, slowly and awkwardly at first, applause poured in, chasing her panic away like an angry healer would to a bothersome rodent eating healing herbs.
    The girl bowed a few times before skipping away, giving her father a quick hug on the way.
    Mira decided that she’d gone a little too far back and with a sigh, she started pulling herself from the memory. As the color quickly faded and vanished, she heard the father’s familiar voice speaking again, and she caught the words.
    “And for our last act. The wonderful Zosma Lockhart!”
    Curiosity crawled in like a lazy cat, and she made a mental note to talk with the vampire girl when she woke.
    She let herself flow through her mind, reveling in the weightless, wonderful feelings that arose from it. Traveling through a person’s mind felt different every time, depending on the person’s soul. This girl only had small, harmless bumps, and was sweet and light.
    It meant she was a good souled girl. Not perfect but good hearted. Hopefully trustable. She’d been in some painful minds, like a lone traveling shape shifter from her home that had been smuggled here. He’d been killing and eating the healer’s kids. They’d captured him and she’d been asked to delve into his mind to tell them who he was.
    It had hurt, leaving visible bruises on her skin and it had made her go into a semi coma state for a few days according to Segor, and it had looked bad. When she’d been in his mind, slipping through memories had been like being tossed around like a rag doll and crushed beneath a person’s foot.
    Shuddering at the pain, she floated to a memory closer to the current time and dove in. The cool, remembered feeling of slipping into someone’s memory body spread through her, and the feelings flooded back.
    A simple room. A mirror. The girl was looking at her reflection, a slim hand on her pretty face. She looked stunning without all the dirt and burns, her recognizable hair shiny and smooth. She felt her giggle and a knock from behind her.
    “Knock knock.”
    Zosma. Her thoughts once again supplied the name. Her oldest sister. She felt her lips move, forming words. “You can come in; I’m not a doorman you know.” Mira chuckled to herself at Isabella. She seemed a bit bratty, but the way she said the words made her seem generally nice to this Zosma girl.
    The door opened and Zosma, a relatively short, well muscled girl in black and white clothes with striking black eyes strode in, calm and wise seeming. Mira knew from the thoughts Zosma was a vampire, but her tanned, freckled skin held no trace of the normal pale tint they always had.
    Her many bracelets jingled and made noise as the other vampire who she still didn’t know the name of spoke up. “Wow sis, nice err outfit.” She felt her chuckling and then Zosma joined in.
    “Not doing anything with your weirdo hair?”
    “Nope”
    “But why not, don’t you wanna impress some cute, rich guy?”
    “You seem to do a pretty good job of that on your own Ms. Rich guy magnet. They swarm you like bees.”
    She nodded to the jewelry, and flashes of seeing Zosma with several guys looking like they were begging and majorly trying to flirt popped to her mind.
    “Oh, I’m so wonderful. Bow down to my perfection and beauty!” Zosma replied jokingly fanning herself. They both laughed until finally she spoke again.
    Mira sighed regretfully, knowing she needed to hurry up and find out if the other vampire guy was lying. She could feel this memory was close to the unconscious state she was in at the moment, so instead of switching completely, she simply fast forwarded it a bit.
    She stopped at the point where she felt a spike of confusion come up.
    Zosma was standing with her, looking tense and confused. Her thoughts were wondering what had happened to the ticking and she opened her mouth to ask.
    “Wha-”
    Mira knew what would happen half a second too late to escape the memory. The bomb the other vampire had spoken of suddenly exploded, and they were thrown through the air. Pain erupted as she landed hard on a pile on broken wood that seemed to burn her skin.
    Everything spun, and started dulling. As her eyes closed, Mira caught a glimpse of Zosma. She was lying on top of her, shielding her body from flying debris, even though she looked dead from it. Then the darkness dumped itself upon them, and surrounded Mira.
    She managed to yank herself out of the girl’s thoughts, still feeling pain from the memory.
    Opening her eyes slightly, she realized she was screaming loudly, and Segor was trying to keep her calm as she thrashed. Whipping her hand away from her head, she slumped in his arms, for once not caring that Segor was holding her.
    The pain fell off her, leaving her breathless and tired. Segor picked her up bridal style-she’d complain later- and set her on an empty bed gently. He pushed some hair from her face and looked at her with concern.
    “What happened deary? Are you alright, you were screaming loud enough to wake people from home up?’ Mira chuckled almost silently and closed her eyes.
    “Stop calling…me that…the vampire wasn’t lying…a…bomb went…off could…you…finish…finish healing…them…?” she forced out, her voice growing fainter at the end. She heard his chuckle faintly before succumbing to her exhaustion and falling asleep.