Day 5: Remember, Mommy Loves You
After he had been hit so hard, D drifted in and out of consciousness for the rest of the day. He was drugged heavily as well to keep him from getting away. His head was filled with a ton of crazy hallucination. And when he was awake, he wasn't able to decipher what he saw. The only thing he could comprehend was that he was in a lot of trouble, and further more, he'd been had.
It wasn't until about four a.m. that he could fully comprehend his surroundings. He realized he was in a dungeon of sorts, shackled to a wall. A predicament he'd been in many times before. But this, as the theme of his week was going, was different.
The shackles around his feet, hand, and waist were laced with garlic. Nowhere near enough to kill him, but enough to irritate him terribly.
He found that his left hand was gone, cut just below the wrist. Whoever caught him obviously knew a lot about him. Then, he remembered what he was before he lost consciousness earlier. It was, what he could have sworn, his mother.
But he knew that that was impossible. His mother should have been dead for over 10,920 years. His father never turned her, not that he knew of. His father was strongly against it. She was never a vampire, he knew for a fact. She was dead. He'd made up his mind. But it seems his mother didn't know she was dead.
He heard the door open and looked up. To his surprise, and his horror, it was in fact his mother who entered.
"My goodness, boy, look like you've just seen a ghost. Well, I guess in a way, you just did," her voice rang out to him.
Her voice was just as he remembered. Sing-songy, airy, light, soothing, beautiful.
He was in disbelief. Shock couldn't even begin to describe his feelings.
She began to talk to him, as if she had never died.
"Oh my son! How have you been? It's been so long! I've missed you more than words can say. I see you've grown into a handsome, strong man. I knew you would. Oh, you still have your father's eyes," she cooed, as she pushed the hair from his face. "Here, have some water, you must be thirsty. Judging by the look in you eye, water's not the only thing you thirst for. Oh son, do you take good care of that? I hope so. But this particular time, I fell I'm responsible for your thirst. I didn't want to hurt you, my boy, but it was necessary. I know my fire-stone monster did a number on you. And the garlic on your burns probably doesn't help, either. Your head has healed, though. You were bleeding a bit, but, it' stopped quickly. I also remembered the little demon in your hand, so I had to remove it. The hand, that is. I couldn't take a chance on having you escape. Or kill me. I am so very sorry."
She hesitated for a moment, perhaps expecting him to yell at her. Or maybe she just wanted to look at him some more.
"Please tell me, my dear, why did you go away? I missed you something fierce."
Still in shock, D managed to find his voice and speak to the woman that should've been dead.
"I was angry when I found out what I was, what my brothers were, and what father was," he slowly and painfully rasped out.
"You are an amazing creation. You have nothing to be angry about. But you had a good reason to be, I suppose. But being angry is on thing. To just not come back is something totally different! Every day I hoped you'd show up. Every holiday or birthday that went by, I wanted to die! My heart ached soo much for you! If you couldn't bring yourself to come back home, you could have at least written! I…I…" She started to tear up, racked by emotion.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know how to come back. Especially since I left so cruelly."
"Honey. The way you left didn't matter! You could have come back at any time!"
She paused for a moment in order to regain herself.
"Do you know why I faked my death? Do you? I did it because I missed you so much. After so many years of not hearing from you, I thought you were dead. Your father reassured me that you weren't, but you were. To me, you were. I never saw you, but always thought of you. I figured if I faked my death, you'd come back. Back home. But you didn't. I was so hurt when you didn't show up. So much that I wish I actually had died."
D wasn't able to talk to her. He was still shocked, and very much ashamed of his behavior. So, he listened to her cry over him. That hurt him so much.
She talked late into the night. But as the night was coming to an end, the conversations took a menacing turn.
"I never wanted to hurt you, son. (Sigh) I had Sadie help me get you here. I'm sure you know this by now, though. I didn't want to meet you like this, but, it was the only way I'd be able to see you again."
She began to cry harder, knowing what she was about to say.
"Oh my son, I have to do something terrible to you. I don't want to, but I must. I am, as you now know, a vampire. I have a wonderful plan with the best intentions. But the way I have to go about executing my plan requires a lot of innocent people to die. I know this is something you don't condone, and you'd kill me for it. And I just can't have that. Oh D! Why did you have to be a hunter?!"
"I'd never kill you. No matter what you did, I could never commit that act."
"Oh son, I wish I could believe you, but I barely know you anymore. Please, forgive me for what I must do!"
She ran to him and embraced him in a hug the best the shackles would allow. Then, she ran out of the room, leaving D alone, and still in shock.
A few steps down the hall, she wiped away her tears and let out an evil cackle. Her plan was working perfectly for her.
She retired to her chambers. It was now after 10 p.m. There then came a sudden knock at the door.
"So, did you talk to him?" Sadie inquired.
"I sure did."
"Does he actually believe you're his mother?"
"What do you mean? I am his real mother. At least that's what he thinks."
They both let out an evil laugh.
"Um, so Ella, when do you think I'll get my reward for helping you?"
"Oh yes, your reward. Well, I was thinking, and I decided not to give you that reward after all. And if you honestly thought that I was going to turn you into a vampire, you're crazier than I thought you were. Ha! The only reason I bit you was so he'd believe you."
"What?! But Ella, you promised!"
"Promise, shomise. I'm a vampire. And a woman to boot. It's my prerogative to change my mind as often as I'd like."
"But…"
"But nothing! You're not being turned. Now, GO, before I kill you. I've gotten all I want from you. So, SCRAM!"
Sadie ran out of the castle as fast as she could, crying hysterically. She realized that she just lead a man to his death. And for what?! Nothing. Absolutely nothing. What she was promised, she'd never get now. She wasn't sure how she was going to do it, but she knew she had to save him. She had to right this massive wrong. Hopefully, she could pull it off.
After he had been hit so hard, D drifted in and out of consciousness for the rest of the day. He was drugged heavily as well to keep him from getting away. His head was filled with a ton of crazy hallucination. And when he was awake, he wasn't able to decipher what he saw. The only thing he could comprehend was that he was in a lot of trouble, and further more, he'd been had.
It wasn't until about four a.m. that he could fully comprehend his surroundings. He realized he was in a dungeon of sorts, shackled to a wall. A predicament he'd been in many times before. But this, as the theme of his week was going, was different.
The shackles around his feet, hand, and waist were laced with garlic. Nowhere near enough to kill him, but enough to irritate him terribly.
He found that his left hand was gone, cut just below the wrist. Whoever caught him obviously knew a lot about him. Then, he remembered what he was before he lost consciousness earlier. It was, what he could have sworn, his mother.
But he knew that that was impossible. His mother should have been dead for over 10,920 years. His father never turned her, not that he knew of. His father was strongly against it. She was never a vampire, he knew for a fact. She was dead. He'd made up his mind. But it seems his mother didn't know she was dead.
He heard the door open and looked up. To his surprise, and his horror, it was in fact his mother who entered.
"My goodness, boy, look like you've just seen a ghost. Well, I guess in a way, you just did," her voice rang out to him.
Her voice was just as he remembered. Sing-songy, airy, light, soothing, beautiful.
He was in disbelief. Shock couldn't even begin to describe his feelings.
She began to talk to him, as if she had never died.
"Oh my son! How have you been? It's been so long! I've missed you more than words can say. I see you've grown into a handsome, strong man. I knew you would. Oh, you still have your father's eyes," she cooed, as she pushed the hair from his face. "Here, have some water, you must be thirsty. Judging by the look in you eye, water's not the only thing you thirst for. Oh son, do you take good care of that? I hope so. But this particular time, I fell I'm responsible for your thirst. I didn't want to hurt you, my boy, but it was necessary. I know my fire-stone monster did a number on you. And the garlic on your burns probably doesn't help, either. Your head has healed, though. You were bleeding a bit, but, it' stopped quickly. I also remembered the little demon in your hand, so I had to remove it. The hand, that is. I couldn't take a chance on having you escape. Or kill me. I am so very sorry."
She hesitated for a moment, perhaps expecting him to yell at her. Or maybe she just wanted to look at him some more.
"Please tell me, my dear, why did you go away? I missed you something fierce."
Still in shock, D managed to find his voice and speak to the woman that should've been dead.
"I was angry when I found out what I was, what my brothers were, and what father was," he slowly and painfully rasped out.
"You are an amazing creation. You have nothing to be angry about. But you had a good reason to be, I suppose. But being angry is on thing. To just not come back is something totally different! Every day I hoped you'd show up. Every holiday or birthday that went by, I wanted to die! My heart ached soo much for you! If you couldn't bring yourself to come back home, you could have at least written! I…I…" She started to tear up, racked by emotion.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know how to come back. Especially since I left so cruelly."
"Honey. The way you left didn't matter! You could have come back at any time!"
She paused for a moment in order to regain herself.
"Do you know why I faked my death? Do you? I did it because I missed you so much. After so many years of not hearing from you, I thought you were dead. Your father reassured me that you weren't, but you were. To me, you were. I never saw you, but always thought of you. I figured if I faked my death, you'd come back. Back home. But you didn't. I was so hurt when you didn't show up. So much that I wish I actually had died."
D wasn't able to talk to her. He was still shocked, and very much ashamed of his behavior. So, he listened to her cry over him. That hurt him so much.
She talked late into the night. But as the night was coming to an end, the conversations took a menacing turn.
"I never wanted to hurt you, son. (Sigh) I had Sadie help me get you here. I'm sure you know this by now, though. I didn't want to meet you like this, but, it was the only way I'd be able to see you again."
She began to cry harder, knowing what she was about to say.
"Oh my son, I have to do something terrible to you. I don't want to, but I must. I am, as you now know, a vampire. I have a wonderful plan with the best intentions. But the way I have to go about executing my plan requires a lot of innocent people to die. I know this is something you don't condone, and you'd kill me for it. And I just can't have that. Oh D! Why did you have to be a hunter?!"
"I'd never kill you. No matter what you did, I could never commit that act."
"Oh son, I wish I could believe you, but I barely know you anymore. Please, forgive me for what I must do!"
She ran to him and embraced him in a hug the best the shackles would allow. Then, she ran out of the room, leaving D alone, and still in shock.
A few steps down the hall, she wiped away her tears and let out an evil cackle. Her plan was working perfectly for her.
She retired to her chambers. It was now after 10 p.m. There then came a sudden knock at the door.
"So, did you talk to him?" Sadie inquired.
"I sure did."
"Does he actually believe you're his mother?"
"What do you mean? I am his real mother. At least that's what he thinks."
They both let out an evil laugh.
"Um, so Ella, when do you think I'll get my reward for helping you?"
"Oh yes, your reward. Well, I was thinking, and I decided not to give you that reward after all. And if you honestly thought that I was going to turn you into a vampire, you're crazier than I thought you were. Ha! The only reason I bit you was so he'd believe you."
"What?! But Ella, you promised!"
"Promise, shomise. I'm a vampire. And a woman to boot. It's my prerogative to change my mind as often as I'd like."
"But…"
"But nothing! You're not being turned. Now, GO, before I kill you. I've gotten all I want from you. So, SCRAM!"
Sadie ran out of the castle as fast as she could, crying hysterically. She realized that she just lead a man to his death. And for what?! Nothing. Absolutely nothing. What she was promised, she'd never get now. She wasn't sure how she was going to do it, but she knew she had to save him. She had to right this massive wrong. Hopefully, she could pull it off.