Chapter 8

In the silence Amelia mulled over her thoughts. Why couldn’t her life be simpler? From the day she met him, her life had went from ordinary to the ridiculously sublime. It wasn’t his fault, but it was like he was the catalyst to push her out of the mundane and into the strange. Girl meets rock star, girl falls in love. In most romances rock star and girl live happily ever after, but no, that wasn’t destined for Jacqueline Davies. She supposed her life was destined to be complicated from the start.

She was found in a trash bin, when she was two or three days old in March of 1962. It had been the coldest March on record. The couple that found her fell in love with the small auburn haired baby and petitioned the courts to adopt her. She was given the name Jacqueline and adored by mom and dad both. It was her dad that christened her Jacqui because as he said “She was just too tiny to carry such a long name as Jacqueline.”

She grew up loved and adored, until 1985 when both of her parents were killed in a horrific accident. Not wanting to stay in the town that held so many memories, she had made her way to Vancouver to try life out as a single young woman of 23. Less than six months after moving to Vancouver is when she met Jon Bon Jovi, and when her life began to change in ways she could never have imagined. At its core that was what the problem was now. She knew she had to start talking and explaining things to Jon, but how in the hell did you explain immortality, her kind of immortality. She was pretty sure that the Jon of today would feel by immortality the way the Jon of the past would have. She could even hear him in her head, “Id rather swing a mike stand love, not a sword so no thanks.”

He didn’t have that luxury now she knew, but how to break it to the famous rock star that he was going to have to leave the lime light or risk sure death? She was pretty sure he was going to thumb his nose at the entire idea. He wasn’t going to believe that the woman of 23 standing before him was really his age, and not only that but she was Jacqui that he had loved so many years ago. It defied sane thinking.

With a soft sigh, Amelia turned and made her way into the kitchen. She needed space to breathe and think, without those startling blue eyes boring holes into her. Unfortunately Adam had had the same idea.

“Don’t say it Adam. Please don’t start.” She looked imploringly at her teacher, begging him silently to not start lecturing her over the situation. With a lift to his brow Adam simple gazed at her, his hazel eyes looking deep into her soul.
She continued. “I never felt the buzz last night, not at the road where I found him or here this morning. I have no idea when he could have died, if it happened last night or before. If was before last night he’s been so damn lucky with all the touring he does.”

Adam just watched her silently, letting her work out all that was streaming through her mind at the speed of light. “He doesn’t seem to remember me, but then he claims to not know who he is either. How could that be? How can you forget something as vast as the life he’s led?”

Adam simply shrugged, knowing that speaking right now wouldn’t do a darned bit of good, but he resolved to check the man in the next room out. He did have medical expertise after all. He had spent a few life times as a doctor in his time walking the earth.

“Adam, how do you tell a man he’s died, yet he’s not dead? How do you explain immortality to someone like him?” Jacqui choked out a semi bitter laugh. “It won’t be as easy as you had it with me. Hello there Jon; you died, your immortal, you have to learn to use a sword. Gotta give up the rock star life baby, leave all you know and live life alone. Oh hell yeah that’s gonna be real popular with him.”

“I mean how can you tell him he’s in a game with no end, that his life is now about living and dying and keeping his head on his shoulders? That he won’t age, get sick and that all wounds just heal? That part of it might be nice, but it’s a pain in the ass Adam. You gotta hang onto your head Jon, because some odd ball idiot with a sword might want to relieve you of it to get your life-force, all in search of some stupid damned prize that no one is even sure of. It sucks and you know it. You lose everything you hold dear for the “blessing of immortality!”

Tears traced a silvery trail on her cheeks as she continued, “yep, that’s right Jonny boy, everything you ever knew about life is screwed. Your parents weren’t your parents, your some foundling they adopted. Your kids you adore aren’t yours because hey, we immortals we cant have kids. The wife you have loved for eighteen years obviously pulled a great big funny on you with that Jon Jon!” Amelia hiccupped as the tears flowed harder.

“How can I hurt him like that? What you told me twenty years ago stands true. How can I do that to a man like Jon?” She looked up at her teacher, expecting him to have the answers.

It became clear to Adam in that second that although twenty years had passed, his little student had never quit carrying a torch for a certain rock star. Sneaky little wench had hidden it pretty well, for all her rock music loving ways. “Bloody hell Am do you expect me to have all the answers?”

The sudden cough at the door of the kitchen caught them both by surprise and had Adam biting back a laugh. “Well, Ammie, I think you just told him.”


Amelia looked up to see the object of her conversation standing in the kitchen doorway with a look that bordered on the insane. It was a cross between fear and out right disbelief.

She was right damn it all; her life just couldn’t be simple.