**Writer's Note: Hi you guys! I have decided to edit and resubmit this series. It's pretty much the same, but with some tweaking. I got the idea for this story awhile back through a dream and didn't start writing it until a few years back. Then I submitted it to LE when I turned eighteen and never really took the time to do research and editing. So now I'm going back and editing. Hopefully this will clear up some of my earlier, careless errors. Thanks for reading me. Enjoy!**
2007
Lilith Angela sat in her plush couch and dispassionately took another sip of her red wine. Staring blankly ahead, memories Lilith tried to bury began to reemerge. Her loneliness encouraged the memories to surface. That was the reason Lilith tried to keep herself busy all the time. In nearly 600 years one would have thought that Lilith had forgotten about her past life, her only life really, considering she was now dead. If not forget about it, at least gotten over it. But she couldn't let go and couldn't forget about that life. It seemed like centuries since then. It was centuries since then, Lilith corrected bitterly.
Trying to push out the face of a strikingly handsome man from her mind, Lilith took a gulp of her wine. But what hit the home run was that beautiful laugh of a child. He was so small and precious to Lilith. She missed the way he would cling to her legs and laugh up at her.
"Damn it all to Hell!" Lilith sneered to the empty room.
No alcohol could numb her senses. It was both a blessing and a curse that alcohol had no effect on her. At that very moment Lilith considered it a curse. She wanted to blur that achingly familiar face into an indistinct shape, something unrecognizable. But the harder she tried to forget, the stronger her feelings became. Maybe one day she'd be able to forget about him. But what she wanted to forget the most was the pain of losing her baby. Their baby.
Yeah, and maybe one day I'll be human again, Lilith thought sarcastically.
Scotland
1407
Lilith Caldwell just turned fifteen. It was the most joyous day of her life! Today, Lilith assured herself as she went about her chores. Today, she would tell the village leader's son, Roderick McElroy, that she loved him now that she was a grown woman. Of course, Roderick probably wouldn't be interested in her declaration of love, considering she was younger than him, but she couldn't keep it a secret any longer. She just had to tell him and by all that was Holy, it would be that very day!
She had first fallen in love with Roderick when he returned from abroad. Roderick spent most of his years with his mother's brother in Northern Ireland. When he turned thirteen, his father had sent for him to return home. Although Roderick still visited his uncle from time to time, he mostly stayed in Scotland to learn from his father and one day take his place as clan leader.
But it was when Roderick saved Lilith from drowning that her obsession with him started. Without any hesitation, he dived into the water to rescue her and got deathly sick for doing so. Lilith visited him every day for the next fortnight while he made his recovery. He had been so kind in reassuring her it wasn't her fault and promising to teach her to swim. As soon as he got better, Roderick had taken her to the river and taught her to swim.
Sometimes they'd sit on the bank and he would teach her to read. Lilith didn't know about anyone other than the village leader's children and children from the wealthier families who could read and write. It was around the age of thirteen Lilith began to notice her feelings towards him. Roderick had just turned seventeen and was spending less and less time with her. Instead, he would keep company with other boys from the village or spend his time charming village girls closer to his age.
But Lilith had faith. She would go to the river everyday with the sun high in the sky. Roderick's visits started to come less frequently until one day he just stopped visiting all together. It had been three weeks of waiting fruitlessly before Lilith finally understood that he wasn't going to meet her at the river anymore.
Lilith straightened her spine and dusted off imaginary dirt from her best dress. Although the dress was Lilith's best, she knew it wasn't better by a lot. She spotted Roderick ducking behind a cart and quickly made her way towards him with a huge smile on her pretty face.
Roderick saw Lilith before she saw him. Thinking he could escape her hawk-like vision, he foolishly hid behind a cart. He hit his forehead with the palm of his hand, congratulating his intelligence. A pair of dainty feet came into Roderick's downcast sight. He groaned in irritation as he looked up into the most captivatingly green eyes it was his displeasure to come across. Letting out the breath he was holding in an unsuccessful attempt not to draw her attention, Roderick stood.
"Milord." Lilith curtsied.
Roderick wryly eyed the ridiculously huge smile on Lilith's face. "Lilith, I 'ave known ye since ye were a 'lil lass, ye needn't call me milord," Roderick said with the Irish burr Lilith loved the moment he asked her if she was alright after dragging her out of the river.
"Roderick." She whispered shyly.
Groaning again, Roderick rubbed a hand over his face and looked around skittishly. He was vainly wishing one of his friends was nearby so he could politely get away from Lilith. He knew this day would come. Although he did not like to admit he very much liked Lilith, there could never be anything from their mutual interest.
Roderick knew his father needed him to marry well and be a good leader for their clan as the eldest son. Marrying well did not include marrying the blacksmith's daughter. Not only was she a blacksmith's daughter, but her family was outsiders. Wanders who came with another clan and decided to settle with the McElroy clan. Also, he couldn't dally with Lilith then forget when the time came for him to marry.
"Can I talk tae ye please? It willna take long. I promise."
Opening his mouth to say he had to be somewhere at the moment, Roderick hesitated when he recognized the pleading look in her eyes. With another sigh Roderick nodded and began walking towards the river. The short walk was a quiet one as Lilith followed three-steps behind him. The only sound heard was the crunching of dry leaves and small twigs breaking underfoot.
They reached the river and Roderick turned around suddenly, wanting the moment to be over with. Lilith had been studying the dying autumn leaves and did not notice Roderick's quick move until she had bumped into him. An embarrassed flush tinged her cheeks as she pulled out of Roderick's steadying hands.
"Do ye remember when ye saved me from drowning?" Lilith started off as she looked up into his face.
"I canna forget. I almost died when I got sick."
Lilith looked away guiltily and Roderick felt like kicking himself for his rudeness. Not attempting to continue, Lilith bit on her lower lip and began twisting the rough material of her dress between two tight fists. Tears sprang to her eyes as she thought about her admission of love going horribly wrong.
Roderick held his ground even when he saw her bite down on her trembling lip. He wanted to soothe her, but he knew doing so would give Lilith the wrong impression. So as an alternative to comforting her, Roderick began tapping his foot, pretending to grow impatient.
