"I'm fine.." Elizabeth murmured quietly, listening as Aleksey had started humming the all too familiar yet distant tune that she'd showed him from memory. Without realizing, she hugged the book to her chest. It was confusing, not wanting to book at all after what she'd just read, but unable to trash the item, as if her mind new things that consciously, she did not. And as he was humming the tune, abruptly she tensed considerably, feeling as if she'd just run straight into a wall without needing to move from the abrupt wave of memories that felt like a smack to her face, all of them coming at once.<br/><br/>Her mother and herself as a young, young child, out in the garden, the flowers blooming from a single touch and a softly murmured word in a coo, that same piano song, but this time it wasn't just a melody of keys, there were words. At first they were distant, but the more she remembered the clearer they got. The tune wasn't just that, it was an extremely old and forgotten folk song that ran along her blood line. She could remember sitting beside her mother while she had played the grand, sleek black piano with sheet music before her, hand written neatly along the paper, but she could recall the notes forming the words. She could just as easily recall her mother singing the folk song to her, something about witches and magic, practically, but it was all hidden within the song without saying it bluntly, like a riddle for one to figure out on their own.<br/><br/>Most of all, she could remember a touch to her forehead from her mother along with a few soothing words that she could recall perfectly, simply being in the old language witches usually used for their spells, 'Forget, love.' Her mother had made her forget all of it, but that wasn't it. The image came being upside down still, in the car crash.<br/><br/>She could recall crying, watching that same man- No, that same vampire- Walk closer, biting her mother. But this time he wasn't the one that had made everything go black. The vampire stood after he had bitten her mother, and stepped back. Elizabeth had helplessly watched her mother crawl out from the car, reaching back to unbuckle her from the seat to gently cradle her small body against her chest. There were tears in her mother's eyes. "I have to go now." Her mother had whispered, and the man put a hand on her shoulder. "Hurry." Was the only word he had said. Elizabeth's mother had started crying silently while placing a kiss to her head, the blood oozing down her neck where she had been bitten. "Mommy?" Elizabeth had questioned in her small voice as a child, which had only made a broken sob come from her mother. There was a kiss to her forehead with those murmured words. She had been set down, and just barely stayed awake long enough to see her mother and the man walk away, hand in hand, side by side, while she was put back in the car, right before everything had gone black.<br/><br/>She stayed frozen where she was, tense as a brick with her hands gripping the edges of the book hard enough that her knuckles turned an even paler shade of white than what her skin was. And if she hadn't already looked pale before, then her face was a sheet of white, a light tremble through her body. Shakily, as if this would help, she softly, just barely above a whisper with a trembling voice, started singing the words to the tune Aleksey was humming, her voice surprisingly soothing in this manner, even more so than usual.