A mortal in the Band (Closed)

Well then Alex. When did you learn ancient Romanian? There is no hazing Alex on our part but perhaps a cruelty on your part that will hurt Eden the most.

Omen was angry... Could this be some cruel joke. He was divided now. The kid knew what he had said but also did not answer if he was his brother or not. Omen walked away before lashing out.

The old woman hobbled over and handed him some hot chocolate again.

Drink drink... Relax... Omen merely... Misses a time so very long ago.
 
He watched Omen leave and almost made the fatal mistake of following him. The appearance of the old woman and her hot chocolate was enough to calm him down. He could not lash out at her.

"How did I answer? I don't even know the language."
 
Sit talk with me young one. What troubles you? Nothing I can not fix for my young ones.

She smiled and motioned him to a table away from the others.

Drink drink and tell me what you know.
 
He sat and took a deep breath, sipping at the liquid calmed him, bringing a feeling of contentment and a memory he could not remember.

"OK I was born and raised here, since I was six, I loved music. I could play guitar and write music at age eight. But with my parents dieing, I lost my way slightly. What helped me was Eden, OK not her personally, but her songs did. Gave me enough to get up and stop feeling sorry for myself.

So of course I jumped at the chance to play in the band and I got it so easily that it bordered on scary. I mean no offense, but you guys took me in like I have been here for ages. But since I came here, I have been having vague memories almost like deja vu and then there is the fact that I have twice now spoken in a language I have never even heard. The dreams..."

He paused then, but something in the old woman's eyes encouraged him, "In the dreams I play for thousands of people, I make presents from wood, from metal and I...well I make love to Eden."

He paused, blushing slightly, that part weren't supposed to come out. "The thing is, these are not normal dreams. Instead it feels like I am re-living them, like they have also happened before. Right now I am so torn that I have no idea what is going on."
 
The old woman smiled.

What did you feel when Omen called you Lucien?

She was curious if the boy would need a firmer push or if Lucien was taking this way too slowly
 
He drained the cup and frowned slightly, "He called me Lucien? I must have missed that. Or was that the bit I replied in the language that I don't know at all?"
 
You answered that part stating that your name was Alex.

The old lady smiled.

What you failed to answer about being his brother.
 
He sat there staring at the old woman.

"His brother? How can I be his brother? How can I even be this Lucien?"
 
Close your eyes I will see why Lucien appears to be their focus...

Lucien... What were your last words to Eden? Why do you torture this boy so?

No more games you will tell me now! Step forward young prince.
 
"Așteaptă- mă , te voi găsi dragostea mea."

His face had changed slightly, seemed to have grown older, the smile which touched the corners of his lips was that of the lost Lucien.

"You seem well mother. I do not torment the boy. He is me and I am him. I have lived his life and yet I still retain my old memories. There must be a way to merge our memories without driving him insane. The dreams work, but they are slow, jumbled and they confuse him. A fair warning though. Our real natures might drive him away forever if he is shown too much at once."
 
She answered Lucien in their native tongue.

You have to push him as well. They hunt her again. She holds love and admiration of ours and mortals alike and again her music and existence threatens them or so they think. Help him young prince... For your Eden help him. What else will aid him besides you?
 
A frown creased the brow, "They have returned. I would have thought my death would satisfy their lust. The boy is enamored by Eden, he will understand if it is her who shows him. He has a mistrust for my brother, him showing the truth will only complicate it all. Is it the hot chocolate you gave him which made him so susceptible to your suggestions? The taste was the same, yet not completely the same."
 
Lucien do you forget my medicines so easily?

She chuckled a little

Perhaps stronger doses will help him. She fears that this cannot be real but I will speak with her. Now go help him and let the young one return.
 
"Death makes one forget much mother."

The eyes blinked and Alex looked at the empty cup in front of him.

"I have a feeling that I should apologize to Omen. I shouldn't have snapped at him. I feel like an idiot."

He slipped from his seat and looked at the old woman, "Thank you, the hot chocolate seemed to have done the trick as you have said it would."
 
She smiled to him and patted his shoulder.

Never doubt that I know what my young ones need.

She slowly hobbled off to find Eden. Passing Omen on the way

You will not be hard on your brother's new home.
 
He found Omen, who still looked a bit angry. He slowly approached him.

"Hey. I'm sorry about back there. I... I think it is just hard for me to adjust and I snapped at you for no reason. I really should have listened to you when you explained."

At least Omen didn't seem like he was going to rip his head off...but you never knew...
 
You look like him... Act like him... Can be as infuriating... We were all told he would return to her.

Omen looked up from his seat on the remains of some stairs.
 
"Well I can guess how you feel since I am the one who are having the flashback dreams and strange attraction to a woman I should not even know."

He hunkered down, resting his elbows on his knees and letting his hands dangle in front of him, fingers intertwined.

"Why don't I know of this guy you are talking of? I have never seen him on any of the albums or shows ever since I started following your group."
 
Lucien... Was from... a different time... He and I were only two of four brothers...

From the second they met... Eden was his world... Our eldest brother the heir... He wanted Eden too.

Omen fell silent trying to calm himself and remember telling him a centuries old story was not the best idea right now.
 
He raised an eyebrow, "This almost sounds like ages ago. Also a bit more personal than I had thought."

He stood up then, holding out a hand, "In the mean time, can you forgive me for being a boor?"
 
Omen shook hands with him and nodded.

Sometimes it feels like another lifetime.
 
He was glad that this was not a burnt bridge. It would have been devastating to lose his place in the band just because he could not control his temper. Again he noticed the immense power in Omen's grip, restrained power.

"Well I'll go get ready, that hot chocolate works better than any breakfast I have ever had."

He headed towards his room to get his guitar
 
Omen nodded hoping the old woman's hot chocolate And what he just said would kick his brothers ass in gear with the boy so the threat would no longer have to be kept a secret
 
He retrieved his guitar and and returned to the studio where they usually held their practice and started with a few warm-up chords.
 
Eden was standing before the door he was told to never touch. One hand resting softly on the door and the other wiping away a tear.
 
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