The Vampire Who Forgot MeUpdated at Nov 5, 2026, 07:41
Some memories are buried. Some are stolen. And some are terrified of being remembered. A letter written in my own handwriting led me to Blackthorn Hall. He's going to forget you again. I thought it was a joke. Until every clock in the mansion stopped the moment I walked through the door. And then he appeared. Lucien Ashford. Two hundred and thirty-five years old. Beautiful, merciless, and a vampire with a fortune, a body count, and an archive of memories preserved in blood. He looks at me like he's seen a ghost."You came back," he whispers. I've never met him in my life.Or so I thought. Because Lucien has a letter of his own, written in his handwriting decades ago, with my name on it. If she ever comes to Blackthorn Hall, do not let me remember her. He believes he murdered a woman who disappeared from the mansion more than a century ago. He remembers the blood on his hands, the locked door, and the sound of someone begging him to stop.He doesn't remember what happened when the door opened. I should have run.Instead, I made a deal with the vampire who might be the only person capable of helping me uncover my missing past.I stay at Blackthorn Hall. He helps me find the truth. But the portraits change when I'm not looking. The dead whisper through his memories. And every time Lucien begins to remember something about me, something tries to erase it. He wants to keep me close. Not for my blood. For a reason even he can't remember. Because the woman who disappeared from Blackthorn Hall was never the real mystery. I am.