, she just looked down at me with those eyes, I don’t think I will ever forget those eyes for as long as I live. She slapped me across the face, and sent me sprawling to floor, shrieking. I could hear mother’s sobs, trying to plead with the monster. But even at 12, I knew there was no way the vampire would let mother go and leave us alone. I held no delusions, even as a child. Mother had taught me better then to hold onto false hope.
“I’m sorry, Mithra, but Kain’s orders shan’t be defied,” The vampire had almost cooed to my mother.
“Please!” Mama howled, but it was broken, cut off by a snap that sent a shiver down my spine, sends a shiver down my spine even now to recall that hideous sound. Her dead body hitting the floor startled me, and I tried my hardest to keep from looking at her broken body, keeping my eyes focused on the vicious monster that killed her. The vampire stared at me with a sad expression, she reached the broken sword still stuck in her side, pulling it out and tossing it across the room.
Through the hole in her black tunic, I remember seeing the wound heal before my eyes.
I whimpered when she took a step closer to me, her heavy boots disturbing the slight dust on the wood. I curled away from her when she knelt down, a small, sad smile on her face. “I’m sorry, you had to witness that, Amelia.” Her voice had taken on such a kind, sweet note. She held her hand out to me, the same hand that she had killed my mother with, the hand that brought my whole world to a crashing halt. I wish to this day, I hadn’t taken her hand. But wishes never fix anything, and I did take it.
She hoisted me up into her arms, and cradled my head against her shoulder. “It’ll be okay, I’m going to take you to see your father,” She whispered to my ear and I had nodded into her shoulder. I didn’t know who…or what my father was at the time, only that he had never been around for my childhood, and that mother hated him.
She carried me out of the room, the vampires she had brought with her parted for her like water. She tried to keep me from seeing my mother, yet, on the way out the door, I caught a glimpse of her lifeless body, staring at us with cold, dead eyes, and I can still feel the hot tears slide down my face, my sobs still hurt in my chest.
Outside wasn’t much better, the fresh snow was caked with blood, bodies were littering the streets, the vampire told me to shut my eyes, and I had listened to her. Closing my eyes tightly, not wishing to see the carnage.
She placed me in front of her on her horse and we left my village behind, and with it, my belief in a kind and merciful God.
“I’m sorry, Mithra, but Kain’s orders shan’t be defied,” The vampire had almost cooed to my mother.
“Please!” Mama howled, but it was broken, cut off by a snap that sent a shiver down my spine, sends a shiver down my spine even now to recall that hideous sound. Her dead body hitting the floor startled me, and I tried my hardest to keep from looking at her broken body, keeping my eyes focused on the vicious monster that killed her. The vampire stared at me with a sad expression, she reached the broken sword still stuck in her side, pulling it out and tossing it across the room.
Through the hole in her black tunic, I remember seeing the wound heal before my eyes.
I whimpered when she took a step closer to me, her heavy boots disturbing the slight dust on the wood. I curled away from her when she knelt down, a small, sad smile on her face. “I’m sorry, you had to witness that, Amelia.” Her voice had taken on such a kind, sweet note. She held her hand out to me, the same hand that she had killed my mother with, the hand that brought my whole world to a crashing halt. I wish to this day, I hadn’t taken her hand. But wishes never fix anything, and I did take it.
She hoisted me up into her arms, and cradled my head against her shoulder. “It’ll be okay, I’m going to take you to see your father,” She whispered to my ear and I had nodded into her shoulder. I didn’t know who…or what my father was at the time, only that he had never been around for my childhood, and that mother hated him.
She carried me out of the room, the vampires she had brought with her parted for her like water. She tried to keep me from seeing my mother, yet, on the way out the door, I caught a glimpse of her lifeless body, staring at us with cold, dead eyes, and I can still feel the hot tears slide down my face, my sobs still hurt in my chest.
Outside wasn’t much better, the fresh snow was caked with blood, bodies were littering the streets, the vampire told me to shut my eyes, and I had listened to her. Closing my eyes tightly, not wishing to see the carnage.
She placed me in front of her on her horse and we left my village behind, and with it, my belief in a kind and merciful God.
