For You

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Summary: I think you know what it's about by now.

On with Kallisto!

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Chapter 2

She is

I woke up late the next morning after my moon night, because Mother didn't wake me up as she always does. And when I went over to her room and knocked on the door to yell at her (after putting on my robe of course), she wouldn't answer.

That's when I knew something was wrong.

I knocked again, still the same. No answer. No snoring, no moaning, no grunting, nothing. I called out her name softly, but was greeted with silence. I called again. And again. And again and again, and finally, growing worried, I started calling out her name loudly. Again. And again. I banged on the door with my fist, screaming her name, until finally, I banged the door open and fell inside. Mother always kept her door locked.

As I looked up, I saw Mother under the covers, not moving. I couldn't hear her breathing, couldn't see the sheets moving to signal that she was breathing. I scrambled to my feet and tripped and stumbled over to where Mother was sleeping. Pulling off the covers, I saw Mother was on her side, facing away from me. As I pulled her to her back, I saw her eyes open wide, not moving, her mouth open, and she was stiff. She was pale, no sign of life anywhere, no breathing; then I saw the puncture marks.

Two puncture marks on her neck, that were still open, but no blood came from them. The cross that was usually secured around her neck was gone, and I could see fear in the dead eyes, as they must have been feeling when she was dying. Letting my dead Mother go, I fell back onto the floor and stared up at her beloved face. I couldn't think. I was anesthetized. Then suddenly, I was up, running through the house, and sobbing hysterically. I couldn't see, because my vision was blurry, so I just closed my eyes and ran into things. After a while of the shrieking and sobbing, I made it outside and into the open.

I ran for a couple of feet, then tripped over the step that was the road and fell onto the ground. The stinging feeling on my knees and hands told me that I had ripped them raw, but I really didn't care at the moment. I sat there, bloody and frantic, sobbing and shrieking there in the middle of my quaint little town. I laid my forehead on the sharp stones and sobbed into the earth.

People crowded around me. I could hear their titter as I weeped.

"What's wrong with her?"

"Has the devil finally decided to take her back to hell?"

"What has happened?"

All the usual. Then finally, a concerned voice. Mrs. Hubbs.

"Kallisto? Kallisto? Move it, you dolt! Kallisto! Ferren!" At the sound of my Mother's name coming from someone I knew and loved, I sobbed louder and harder, and shrieked more often. That tipped Mrs. Hubbs off.

"Kallisto! What has happened!?" She came to me and gripped my shoulders, pulling me off the ground and shaking me. But I wouldn't answer. I just screamed louder. Then, going white, she dropped me to the ground and sprinted inside. I had never seen Mrs. Hubbs move so fast. And I thumped my head to the ground and sobbed again.

A moment later Mrs. Hubbs was back, tears streaming down her face, but she had kept onto most of her control. Then I was crushed into her bosom and we cried together, her silent cries and my loud, grief-stricken shrieks.

We sat there in the middle of the road for a while, but I didn't care for how long I cried. I could have sobbed for years.

Then, the crowd parted and a clippety-clop sounded on the road, as a man that looked familiar and beloved rode towards Mrs. Hubbs and I. Mrs. Hubbs had quieted and was now stroking my long hair, as I still shrieked in anguish. The man on the horse dismounted and walked up to Mrs. Hubbs.

It was then I recognized him.

It was Velkan.

"Madam," he said to Mrs. Hubbs in his deep, melodic baritone voice. Well, it was usually like that, except he had to talk a little louder to be heard over my screams. "What has happened?" Mrs. Hubbs let me go and I sank to the floor. I didn't care if Velkan was watching me. I really didn't care about anything. I sobbed on.

"The child's mother has been killed. Killed by the demon! Her blood has been sucked dry and she is still and lifeless." It was when I heard this that I stopped crying. Because even though I had been bawling my eyes out and making a scene, this is the first time I had heard someone say it. That I had heard someone say that my mother is dead.

Velkan, my beloved Velkan, and Mrs. Hubbs looked down at me. I sat on the road, letting it sink in: My mother is dead. My mother is dead. My mother is dead. Then I started shrieking again. I was able to shriek for two seconds, then was pulled up by the arms from my prince and shook. I stopped screaming, but my weeping didn't subside.

"Girl," he started, making me cry harder, but Mrs. Hubbs cut in.

"Her name is . . . Kallisto." Velkan nodded, then shook me again.

"Kallisto, did you see the demon?" I stared up at him, loving the feel of his beautiful gaze on me, not comprehending what he was asking me. Velkan stared into my eyes for a moment, then shook me again. "Kallisto!"

Then, feeling like I couldn't handle anymore excitement, I felt my head loll onto my chest and my arms go limp; then I realized that I had fainted.