A chapter that did not exist in the original story.


The Next Day

July 12th

Morning

"Did you find anything, Dr. Norris?" Eliza asked as she rocked the soon-to-be one-day old Rain in her arms after nursing her for the first time that day. The doctor shook his head.

"I am afraid not, Mrs. Malloye. I've scoured the medical library here for books about burns caused by boiling water, and I've spoken to my colleagues, and none of them possessed any knowledge about a condition where a subject's skin burns upon contact with water."

Eliza furrowed her brow in concern. "What do you think it might be, doctor?"

"I believe that your little girl has an allergy, ma'am." Dr. Norris saw the confused look on his patient's face, and he was quick to elaborate. "Allergy is a relatively new term. It was coined nearly ten years ago by an Austrian scientist named Dr. Clemens von Pirquet.* An allergy is the body's reaction to irritants like pollen or dust, or harmful substances like the venom injected from an insect sting."

"But those allergies often manifest in sneezing, sniffling, runny noses, hives, or swellings, not burns."

"Perhaps Rain has a new type of allergy..." Eliza said as she looked down at her daughter. Dr. Norris and Nurse Bridget, who was standing off to the side by the privacy curtain, both nodded. Dr. Norris resumed speaking.

"Perhaps, Mrs. Malloye, perhaps. New discoveries are being made every day in the medical world. Someday, I hope, your daughter's condition will have a name and be treatable."*

"How should I bathe Rain? Just wash her down with a washcloth like how Nurse Bridget did last night?"

Dr. Norris shook his head.

"No, Mrs. Malloye. Off-putting as little Rain's condition is, she heals remarkably fast without any scarring or redness. Good hygiene is important; cleanliness is next to godliness they say, and coddling won't do Rain any good. Build up your daughter's pain tolerance gradually with each bath you give her. I'll instruct the nurses to bathe Rain in a tub with just enough water to cover her backside and thighs and put more water in every time they bathe her."

"When you take Rain home, ma'am, fill a tub or sink with waist deep water and keep adding a little more every week. Do that, and Rain's pain tolerance will grow with her. I also recommend that both you and the nurses rub Rain down with lotions or salves to soothe her skin after each bath. I can prescribe a salve for you to pick up from St. Monica's pharmacy after you and Rain are discharged."

"I would appreciate that, thank you, doctor." Eliza replied with a nod. Dr. Norris returned Eliza's nod and departed to make his rounds. Bridget also left to perform her duties, but not before asking if her patient needed anything before leaving (Eliza didn't need anything else at that moment). Eliza felt some relief from what the doctor had told her, but her worry remained. And yet, this was only the tip of the iceberg of all the worries that Eliza was going to experience as a mother as Rain grew up.

Seeking a distraction from her anxiety, Eliza freed Rain's arms from her swaddling and offered her fingers to Rain for her to grab with her tiny hands. A smiling Eliza tapped the tip of Rain's little nose with her index finger after the baby grabbed her thumb and pinky, taking great delight in how the newborn's green eyes lit up from her mother's touch. When she wasn't tapping Rain's nose, Eliza also stroked the soft ruddy fuzz on her daughter's head, marveling at its softness. Eliza was joined in her fawning over Rain by the rest of her family, who all arrived at St. Monica's at noon from Longhouse Bend with Sarah, Theresa, and Harold. There were eight members of the Baker-Malloye clan in all.

Arriving first arm in arm was Sarah and her husband of over twenty years, forty-eight year old James Malloye Sr. Coming in behind the couple were Sarah's parents, her children's maternal grandparents: seventy-two year old Joseph Baker and his seventy year old wife, Ellen, who was leading their grown son, Sarah's younger brother, forty-two year old Chalmer, by the hand down the ward to his niece's bed. The two youngest Malloye brothers, seventeen year old Charles and ten year old Thomas, followed their grandparents and uncle. Charles and Thomas's eldest two siblings, Theresa and James Jr, the latter being twenty years old and who was referred to as Jimmy to tell him apart from James Sr, and brother-in-law Harold, followed behind them. Bridget and a fellow nurse brought more chairs to Eliza's bedside for her family members to sit on.

James Sr released his wife's arm to hold his newborn granddaughter. "Alright, let's see her." James said with his mellow, slightly accented voice. Eliza smiled as her father held Rain for the first time, cooing and alternating between complimenting the baby in both English and Irish. James Sr had emigrated to the United States from Ireland when he was an adolescent in the early 1880s, and his accent had all but faded away over the course of the three decades he had spent living in his adopted homeland. Some vestiges of James's Irish accent clung to his voice whenever he spoke, the faded accent sounding like a soft purr.

"Hello, sweet little thing. Aingeal beag.* I'm your grandpapa. Seanathair."* James offered Rain to her grandmother.

"And here's your grandmama. Seanmháthair."*

Sarah embraced and kissed Rain before handing her off to her own mother. Ellen held her firstborn great-grandchild, marveling at Rain's red hair and green eyes. "She's got our hair!" Ellen exclaimed excitedly. Red hair ran through Ellen's family; Ellen was a redhead before her hair turned gray, and her daughter, granddaughters, and eldest grandson were all redheads (Charles and Thomas both inherited their father's brown hair), and Ellen was immensely pleased to see that red hair had been passed down to her great-granddaughter.

"Such pretty eyes." remarked Joseph as he observed Rain's emerald-colored irises. "She's got the same hair and eye color like your one grandmother had, Ellie!"

"Yes, she does, hon. Yes, she does."

When she and her husband were done admiring their great-granddaughter, Ellen carefully handed Rain to her granduncle Chalmer. Despite being a middle-aged man, Chalmer had the mind and heart of a child, and he was beset by a boyish nervousness as his mother and older sister helped to place his newborn grandniece into his big arms. Nervous as the man was, he soon found himself enamored with Rain, and Chalmer was gentle with and sweet to her.

"You have a pretty baby, Lizzie." Chalmer commented to his niece. "Very pretty."

"Thank you, Uncle Chalmer." Eliza said with a sweet smile.

Chalmer's affections were rattled when Rain became fussy in his arms. Seeing her brother's distress, Sarah gingerly extricated her granddaughter from Chalmer, soothed both him and Rain before taking the latter to see her uncles. New uncles Jimmy, Charlie, and Tommy each took turns holding their newborn niece, any feeling of reluctance they had over meeting Rain evaporated as they held and loved her. The boys didn't really say anything, but their pleased facial expressions spoke for them. Theresa and Harold were the last to hold Rain, and Eliza was happy to see her sister and brother-in-law hold Rain without any hesitation.

The whole scene was heartwarming.

As the family greeted baby Rain, Eliza told them about how the strange foreign nurse had run out of the delivery room because Rain was born with a caul over her head, and of Rain's peculiar "water allergy". The Baker-Malloye's were taken aback by the strange information Eliza had just shared with them. None of them really knew what to say at first.

"Have you seen that nurse lately, Lizzie?" Theresa asked. Eliza shook her head.

"No. Sister Raymond said that she was going to have a word with her later for running out like that. Haven't heard anything about that yet."

"So, Rain won't be able to drink water?" This question was asked by Jimmy, Eliza's older brother. Eliza averted her gaze from Jimmy's.

"I don't know. I didn't think of that..."

"Well, ask the doctor when he comes back, sweetie." Sarah said. "Rain only needs milk for now. We'll cross that bridge when it's time for Rain to be weaned."

"How long did you nurse us all when we were babies, mom?" Eliza asked.

"About over half a year for each of you, and it took even a little longer to wean all of you too."

"I see," Eliza replied quietly. Her eyes fell on Rain, who was still being held by Theresa. Motherhood was a hell of a responsibility, especially when single, and Eliza was getting started now at just nineteen years of age. Sarah sensed her youngest daughter's trepidation, and she moved to comfort Eliza.

"There, there, honey. I understand how you must be feeling right now. Your father and I were both nervous after Theresa was born. We flinched every time she coughed, sneezed, wouldn't eat anything, or felt too warm to the touch. But we pulled through, and so will you, Lizzie."

"We had my parents, and you have all of us." Sarah waved her arm at her gathered family. "You are not alone, honey. We're family, and we'll always have your back and help you out, no matter what. That's what families do."

Eliza smiled gratefully at her mother, tears welling up in her blue eyes. Sarah embraced her daughter. The family drew in closer to Eliza's bed. The heartwarming scene was interrupted with an equally heartwarming question posed by Eliza's youngest brother, Thomas.

"Will you and Rain visit us sometime? You haven't visited us since you left..."

Eliza reached out to caress Thomas's face. "I promise we will come back home to visit, Tommy. I've got to get used to being a mama first though, but I swear," Eliza made a fist and raised up her pinkie finger. Tommy mimicked his sister's action, "I pinkie swear, that Rain and I will come to visit you all back home as soon as possible. Ok?"

Thomas nodded, and he locked pinkies with his sister. Charles observed this interaction between his older sister and younger brother with a wistful look. "We all miss you, Lizzie." he said. "Do you still like New York?"

Eliza nodded. "Yes. Harold said that he will help get me my own place in Inwood and even a job at his father's clothes factory. I want to give back to everyone who has helped me." She looked at Theresa and Harold. "And I can start by asking if you two would like to become Rain's godparents?"

Theresa, who was touched by her sister's offer, did not realize that her arms, where little Rain was being cradled, were slacking. The rest of the women did, and they gesticulated frantically at Theresa, who corrected her hold on her baby niece. "Really?" Theresa asked after regaining her composure, now feeling unworthy to be a godmother after nearly dropping her sister's baby to the floor. Eliza nodded.

"Yes, really. You and Harold both."

Theresa was overcome with emotion, so her husband spoke for them both.

"We would be honored, Lizzie. Thank you."

Eliza smiled. She glanced around at her family members. Eliza felt blessed, familial love flooding out of her heart. Theresa returned Rain to her mother, and Eliza happily cradled the baby in her arms. Reassuring thoughts filled the young mother's mind.

"We're going to be okay, sweetheart. You and me both."

Visiting hours flew by as the Baker's and Malloye's spent time with Eliza and Rain, fawning over them and giving parental advice before finally departing for the day. Promises for more visits were made before Eliza and Rain were discharged at the end of the week. Eliza couldn't wait to return to her sister and brother-in-law's apartment and start her new life with Rain. By the time nightfall came and Rain had her last feeding and was taken back to the nursery for the last time, Eliza's spirits were high, as were her hopes for the future. The same creature from last night watched unseen from the adjacent rooftop, but Eliza's dreams were untroubled and positive.


Six Days Later

July 18th

Midday

Bright summer sunshine graced New York City on the day Eliza and Rain were discharged from St. Monica's Hospital. Nurse Bridget had taken Rain to Dr. Norris for a final check-up, and Eliza was awaiting the nurse's return with the baby alongside Theresa and Harold. Seven days of rest had done Eliza good, and she felt robust again. Straightening her hat, Eliza rose from her neatly made bed and walked over to the bay of windows at the end of the ward. Sunlight washed over the row of gray, beige, and red brick buildings outside, gleamed off the windows, and brightened the bustling sidewalks below.

Other than the frequent honking of car horns and raised voices being heard through the open windows, it was a peaceful city scene. It was hard to comprehend that this tranquil summer's day in New York existed in the same world where a horrific war was being fought across the Atlantic Ocean in Europe. The war had broken out three days after Harold and Theresa got married last year on July 28, 1914, and just ten days shy of marking its first year, the conflict, which was being called "the Great War", had already claimed hundreds of thousands of lives. Eliza tried not to pay any attention to the Great War, but it was hard not to. Newsboys loudly announced the latest headlines about the war to passersby on the streets, people congregating at street corners, on park benches, or in cafes discussed the latest battles, and the priest at the Humphrey's church called upon his parishioners to pray for Europe and to donate to the American Red Cross, the CRB (Commission for Relief in Belgium), and other charities that benefitted those who were the most impacted by the Great War.

The first half of 1915 had been especially hard for Eliza as she neared her due date. The ongoing Gallipoli Campaign had begun that February, the Second Battle of Ypres was fought two months later in April, and worser still, the sinking of the RMS Lusitania by a German U-Boat took place one month after the bloodbath at Ypres, Belgium on the 7th of May. The loss of over 1,100 of the Lusitania's innocent passengers haunted both Eliza and the Western World. Over 200 of those casualties were American, and Eliza had heard rumors that the US would be entering the Great War on the side of the Allied Powers to avenge those deaths.

Eliza hoped and prayed that America would stay out of the war. Jimmy was twenty and Charlie was going to turn eighteen in November, which would make him old enough to enlist in the army. The thought of two of her brothers fighting and dying overseas in a foreign country in a war that they should not be involved in tore at Eliza's heart. At least Tommy was still too young to enlist, and Rain was a newborn who would have no memory of the Great War, God willing it was not still going on well into her childhood. Closing her eyes and sighing with angst, Eliza whispered a quiet prayer to God to spare her loved ones from the orgy of violence that had engulfed Europe.

Her prayer was interrupted by a hand resting upon her right shoulder.

"Lizzie?" It was Theresa. "Nurse Bridget is here with Rain and Sister Raymond. Sister wants you to fill-out the birth registry."

Eliza nodded, saying "Okay" as she turned away from the window and headed back to her bed.

"Hello, you!" Eliza said as she took Rain from the nurse's arms. "How was her check-up?"

"Clean bill of health, ma'am. Rain's a perfectly healthy and happy baby." Bridget smiled as she shared the good news with Eliza, glad to brighten her patient's day.

"Wonderful! Where is Dr. Norris?"

"Seeing to a patient, Mrs. Malloye." Sister Raymond answered. "Possible eclampsia case." The nun held up a clipboard that held the birth registry and a pen. "I will help you fill this out in Dr. Norris's place, dear."

Eliza made a face at the offered pen. Her sister and brother-in-law exchanged looks of mutual humor. While a good speller, Eliza had horrible handwriting, worse than a doctor's. Growing up, Eliza often had to stay behind in school to help her teachers decipher what she had written on her schoolwork before it could be graded. Her penmanship had improved over time, but whatever Eliza wrote still looked childishly disordered.

"Um, could you please fill out the registry for me, Sister? My handwriting is awful..."

"Of course!" chirped the nun as she turned the clipboard towards herself to fill-out. "I've done this many times for patients..."

Unbeknownst to Eliza, Sister Raymond had writing issues of her own. Words and letters looked scrambled to Raymond's eyes, always had since she was little, and Raymond had lied about filling-out birth registries in patients' steads. But Sister Raymond was a nun and a nursing supervisor, she did not want to appear weak before the laity and an underling. She did the best she could while filling-out Rain's birth registry. Sister Raymond was surprised when Eliza sheepishly admitted that she did not know the identity of her daughter's father.

"So, you aren't married?" The nun's once helpful tone now sounded contemptuous and hard. Eliza put her head down so as not to meet Sister Raymond's now fearsome looking gaze.

"No..." Eliza murmured.

Scorn wrinkling her brow, Sister Raymond wrote a large "No" in the block that simply asked "Legitimate?" on it. The rest of this uncomfortable exchange was conducted quickly as Eliza meekly answered every question that was curtly asked by the nun.

"Is this all correct?" Sister Raymond all but demanded as she turned the clipboard around to show to Eliza. Eliza, Theresa, and Harold were surprised by how the nun's handwriting, while neater in comparison to Eliza's, looked "cluttered", little better than a kindergartner learning how to write.

"You misspelled Rain." Theresa pointed out, who was seething with anger towards Sister Raymond over how she was treating her sister.

"What?!" the nun turned the clipboard around and looked over the registry. Theresa was right. The baby's first name had been spelled as R-A-Y-N-E instead of R-A-I-N. And it had been written in pen, too. All the blood drained from Sister Raymond's face as she realized her mistake. Surprisingly, her saving grace came in the form of the very woman whom Raymond now viewed as a "hussy".

"I like how that's spelled."

"Really?" asked a confused Theresa. Her sister nodded.

"Yes." Eliza squinted at the rest of her daughter's name. "But the rest of the name needs to be fixed. Same with mine, too. Dr. Norris will help you with that, won't he, Sister Raymond?"

It was Eliza's turn to dish out contempt. Sister Raymond bristled. Nurse Bridget suppressed a giggle while Theresa and Harold smirked at the wimpled bitch. It was a small victory for Eliza.

Not only that, but Eliza liked the new spelling of her week-old daughter's name. Rayne. Rayne Amelia Malloye. Unique and beautiful, just like little Rayne herself. Hopefully she would grow up to become a strong woman who would never let anyone push her around or mistreat her. Completing the birth certificate application process by writing her John Hancock on the registry, Eliza's business in the maternity ward was finished. Taking the signed prescription slip from Nurse Bridget, Eliza and her relatives next headed to the pharmacy downstairs on the ground floor to pick up the salve that Dr. Norris had prescribed for Rayne. St. Monica's Hospital was busy as ever as Eliza, baby Rayne, and the Humphrey's traversed from the maternity ward to the ground floor via elevator. Medical personnel, patients, civilians, and the clergy crisscrossed the halls like schools of fish at varying speeds. Harold walked in front of his wife, sister-in-law, and baby niece, serving as both a shield and shepherd who was leading them all to the pharmacy.

There was a small line at the pharmacy with one pharmacist and two nuns working the counter, but the line moved quickly enough, and Eliza was able to get the salve. As the four made their way out of the hospital, they bumped into none other than Nurse Angelica. She had arrived for work (Nurse Bridget had told Eliza few days ago that Angelica had been reassigned to a different floor to keep her away from Eliza and Rayne). Angelica's icy blue eyes widened when she recognized Eliza and baby Rayne. The foreign nurse's eerie stare locked onto Rayne, and Eliza held her closer to her chest in a protective manner.

"Monstru...* Dhampir..." Angelica uttered quietly in Romanian. She looked to be trembling, whether in fear, from palsy, or something else entirely, it was hard to say. Angelica reached her hand up to the collar of her uniform with such swiftness that it made Eliza, Theresa, and Harold flinch.

Angelica pulled out a gold crucifix necklace from her collar, kissed it, and returned it to its place over her heart just as quickly. "May God be with you." she finally said in heavily accented English, hurrying past a startled and confused Eliza, Theresa, and Harold. The Humphrey's would later learn from Eliza that that nurse was the superstitious Angelica who had run out of the delivery room a week ago on the day Rayne was born.

"What the hell was that all about?" asked a confused and creeped out Harold. Those within earshot of Harold uttering profanity in the lobby of a Catholic hospital gaped at the tall young man wide-eyed with expressions varying from horror to disbelief to subdued humor. Poor Harold turned beet-red and covered his mouth as if he were a little boy instead of a grown man when he realized that he had just cursed out loud in a consecrated hospital in the presence of nuns and priests and his fellow lay Catholics. Her brother-in-law's poor choice of words made Eliza momentarily forget the unnerving encounter with Nurse Angelica, and she grinned and giggled.

Theresa, who was red-faced but amused, ushered her family out of the hospital and into the summer sunshine to head home.


That Evening

The Humphrey's Apartment

Garment District, Manhattan

"I still can't believe you swore in the lobby of St. Monica's today, Harry!" Sarah laughed. Ever since her daughters and son-in-law had returned home with a one week-old Rayne later that morning and regaled Sarah about Harold's faux pas, she had been cackling like a witch at the image she had in her mind of the incident off and on throughout the day. Tonight was no different as Sarah filled the kitchen sink with lukewarm water for her granddaughter's first bath at the Humphrey's apartment. While Theresa and Harold left to collect Eliza and Rayne from the hospital, Sarah stayed behind at their apartment to clean and get it ready for the baby's arrival.

Harold, who had been the victim of endless ribbing by his wife and in-laws all day since returning from the hospital, nodded and smiled tiredly as he sipped some fresh coffee from a painted porcelain cup. Theresa, who was relaxing in her and Harold's bedroom, could be heard giggling all the way from the kitchen. Eliza was burping Rayne while walking a figure eight through the kitchen and living room. It was a humid night, and Eliza could feel herself breaking out into a sweat as she moved around the apartment with a newborn in her arms. All the windows were open to let in any cooling breeze that might come along in the night.

No doubt a lot of New York's lesser income families would be sleeping out on their apartment buildings' fire escapes tonight to stay cool. Well-to-do New Yorkers meanwhile would be cooling themselves down with ice and fans. The Humphrey's were upper middle class thanks to Harold's father being a factory owner, and their apartment, which was located on the upper floors of their building, was spacious with plenty of windows in addition to electricity to power the ceiling fan in the living room and an oscillating metal desk fan that could be plugged in anywhere in the apartment. Electricity was such a marvelous thing. Most of the citizens of Van Buren County still relied on gas for cooking and lighting, and the Baker-Malloye's being amongst their number.

Sarah turned off the faucet and waved her hand around in the water to see if it was the right temperature, which it was.

"Alright, honey, water's ready." Sarah called out from the kitchen. Eliza stopped behind one of the couches in the living room and turned around to return to the kitchen. Her heart was beating. It seemed as if all the adults in the apartment were holding their breath in anticipation of Rayne's bath.

Everything was ready for Rayne's bath: a bar of Ivory soap, a clean towel, a cloth diaper, and the tin container of the prescribed salve. Now if only Eliza could have calmer nerves. Unwrapping Rayne's blanket and disrobing her, Eliza carefully lowered her baby daughter into the sink while her mother and brother-in-law watched. Eliza's left hand held up Rayne's head – Sarah's hand held up her granddaughter's back. Just as Dr. Norris had suggested, there was enough water to cover Rayne's lower torso.

Steam rose from Rayne's skin as her legs and waist were submerged. She started to cry, causing Eliza and Sarah to flinch. Eliza moved to raise her baby from the water, but her mother stopped her.

"No, honey, don't! Didn't Dr. Norris tell you that Rayne needs to grow resistant to the pain?"

Eliza nodded fearfully. "Yeah, but-"

"Do what the doctor ordered. This will be good for Rayne and it will be good for you too, Eliza. Being a mother is tough, but you must learn to overcome whatever obstacle is in your way and keep going." Sarah's eyes were full of fright, but her voice was steady. Her gaze moved from her youngest daughter to her squirming and wailing granddaughter.

Sarah used her free hand to scoop up water and wash Rayne with it, doing her best to ignore her granddaughter's cries and her own reluctance to do this. Eliza tried to soothe her crying baby as a rattled Harold left the kitchen to join his, no doubt, equally distressed wife in their bedroom. Soaking a washcloth in the bathwater and lathering it up with soap, Eliza gently scrubbed her baby daughter's skin. The soothing motion disrupted Rayne's cries, bringing her mother and grandmother some relief. Working together to end the ordeal, Sarah and Eliza quickly washed down the baby with water and Eliza pulled Rayne out as soon as the last soap bubble was gone.

"It's okay, honey. It's okay..." Eliza whispering soothingly and apologetically to her still crying and dripping wet daughter. Caring not a whit about her blouse getting soaked through, Eliza took the towel offered by her mother and she wrapped Rayne in it. Speed-walking to her room, Eliza dried Rayne on her bed, and wiped her down with the salve that Sarah brought in.

Rayne finally began to calm down as soon as the salve was applied to her skin. A lump formed in Eliza's throat as she rubbed the salve onto Rayne. Rayne's skin felt hot, as if she had a fever or a sunburn, and Eliza felt guilty for putting her daughter through that. But like what her own mother had said, being a mother was tough, and Eliza had to learn to overcome whatever obstacle came her way. She had to do what was best for her child, and she was going to see it through.

Rayne was going to grow stronger as would her mother. After dressing Rayne in a white nightgown, Eliza took her into her arms and took Rayne for a walk around the apartment again. Harold and Theresa had emerged from their room by then to see Eliza walking around their living room as Sarah watched them from the hallway. Spying a phonograph in a corner of the room, Eliza asked for someone to play a song on it, any song, that could help Rayne fall asleep. Theresa put on "A Bird in a Gilded Cage" by Arthur J. Lamb and Harry Von Tilzer, a classic from the childhoods of the Baker-Malloye children.

Piano music and a soft male singing voice did the trick, and Rayne drifted off to sleep as her mother made her circuit through the apartment. Relieved and exhausted, Eliza took her daughter back to their room and placed Rayne in her cradle. The cradle was old and made of dark walnut and handcrafted by Joseph; it was the same cradle that Sarah and Chalmer had slept in as babies, where Joseph's five grandchildren were put into at night, and was now serving as a bed for his firstborn great-grandchild. Watching Rayne sleep for a few minutes, Eliza turned off her bedside lamp and all but threw herself onto her bed without changing into her own nightgown. Sarah watched this scene from the doorway, empathy radiating from her like sunlight.

Watching Eliza and Rayne also was the same creature from across St. Monica's, his red eyes glowing sinisterly.


*The word 'allergy' was coined in 1906.

*There is a water allergy called "Aquagenic Urticaria" that was first recorded in 1964. According to the Allergy & Asthma Network, symptoms of this allergy manifest as hiving forming on skin that has touched water.

*Aingeal beag: Irish for little angel.

*Seanathair: Irish for grandfather.

*Seanmháthair: Irish for grandmother.

*Monstru: Romanian for monster.


What has changed: Lots!

1. Name(s): Connor (Origins) - Charles (Rebirth)

Jack (Origins) - Joseph (Rebirth) - Original name Jack Baker is the same as the main antagonist from Resident Evil: VII.

2. Order of birth of Eliza and her siblings has changed. In Origins, it was Tara, Eliza, Conner, James Jr, and Thomas. Now it's Theresa, James Jr, Eliza, Charles, and Thomas.

3. I will no longer be using the herb infused bathwater that I used in the original story that helped Rayne bathe safely. I originally got that idea from the Rosario + Vampire manga, and I could not find any sources that said that vampires bathing in water sprinkled with herbs was an obscure part of their mythology.

4. Expanded more about the characters of Rayne's mother and maternal relatives. Chalmer is a new character who did not exist in the original story.