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twenties holding a baby with brown eyes, wrapped in a black blanket. Around them were tombstones. On the stone before the man was the name Luna Silver.
                  A flurry of clouds filled my head as a new vision rose. Fitzray was walking down the halls of a busy hospital. He entered a room with the name Doctor Silver in boldface letters on the door. He then sat at his desk and rubbed his eyes from exhaustion. Once again a new vision formed. This time Fitzray knelt beside the man shown in the first vision whom was dying. Fitzray’s eyes were greener than I had ever seen them before and then my eyes flew open with a gasp.
                  I know this vampire. I know him from somewhere, somehow. He seems so familiar, I thought.
    “What was that?”
    “That was the bond of two vampires coming together. The visions you saw were past experiences of my life.”
    “Luna Silver, was that your mother’s name?”
    “Yes.”
    “And you’re a doctor?”
    “Yes, well, I’m a healer.”
    “I’m not surprised, with you and those healing powers, it’s no wonder you’ve taken up medicine.”
    “I belong to a special group of vampires. We heal the wounds of newly-turned vampires that cross the Bridge.”
    “In the third vision there was a man with you…and your eyes were so bright.”
    “That man was probably my father, probably when I was turned into a vampire.”
                  I turned to look at him over my shoulder. “What do you know about me?”
                  He walked around the couch and sat next to me.
    “You were once rich when you lived in the mortal world, on Earth, but then you left your family and crossed the Bridge when you became a vampire. You are and will always be eighteen. And you…you like me more than you know.”
                  That doesn’t make sense. I’ve only known him a couple of days, I thought.
                  He looked at me and smiled as if reading my mind. 
    “You know me from somewhere. I’m familiar to you.” His tone was low, hard to decipher.
    “Yes, I know you. I’ve met you before, haven’t I?”
    “You tell me.”
                  I tried to recall, but found no answer. I knew him, but I still did not know how.
    “Maybe some fresh air will jog your memory.” He took my hand and led me outside.
                  The brisk air stung my face, refreshing me. Fitzray held my hand tighter and kissed me lightly on the cheek without warning.
    “What? What are you doing?” I yelped, breaking from his grip.
                  Something gave a startled cry at my feet. Quickly disregarding what he had just done, my eyes searched for the source of the cry. Through the growing darkness, I could just make out a small shape that was a baby bird. I gathered it in my hands and stood up. It was a blue jay, with striking navy blue feathers and distinct black and white pattern over its wings.
    “I haven’t seen blue jays ever since I left the mortal world. Where do you think it came from?”
    “I’m not sure. Perhaps he was brought here from another vampire or werewolf.”
    “Let’s get him inside, it’s cold out here.”
                  Once safely inside, I sat before the comfortably warm fireplace, the little bird nestled in my hands. Fitzray picked up the little creature and set it in a blanket. The little bird’s black eyes studied him and he opened his mouth, letting out a cry for food.
    “What can we feed him?”
    “There’s some bread and milk in the kitchen, but I think it’s best if it rests. First thing in the morning he should be fed.”
    “Can you tell if it’s a boy or girl?”
                  He studied the bird’s wing and ran his fingers down the small feathers.
    “It’s a boy. You can see by the way his feathers are arranged,” he said, pointing to the feathers to show me.
    “He’s so young. He’s probably only a couple