The Creation of a Monster
"Mummy, where is daddy?"
The little blonde asked, tugging at the sleeve of her mother’s long black sleeve.
"In heaven, with grandma and grandpa and the other angels."
"Why?"
"He was needed elsewhere."
Golden irises finally looked away from the coffin to her daughter who clung to her mother like the scared child she was.
"But I need him."
"Mora, enough."
The last word dragged out in a long hiss as if she was being scolded. The young child no older than eight simply nodded her head. Her father had passed away, her mother didn't indulge on the details but the real story was that her father had been in an affair with another woman. Francesca Gold didn't know a damn thing until after he died - everything just clicked into place, at the morgue she noticed another woman there with a rather large belly claiming to be his lover. Francesca had scoffed at the woman and at the corpse of her husband and dragged Mora away, she never got to say goodbye to her father.
Even now to this day death didn't scare her. There was something strangely inviting about the darkness that resided in her belly, swelling pressing against her white skin. Mora sat in her chair within her and her husband’s apartment scratching at her chin. Dwayne was away hunting, raiding whatever it was he got up to at night.
She remembered he was there with her, holding her hand during her father’s funeral holding her hand, telling his little Thumbelina that everything would be alright she'd always have him as long as they lived. Mora had cried on his shoulder as her mother stood there glaring at the coffin, ignoring her child. That was when she saw it for the first time, the evil that resided within her mother. She didn't think then, at that small age that she'd be the one to hurt her mother, to kill her in cold blood without mercy or remorse that would have led to the New York massacre back in mid '12.
All those victims, all her fault.
Elizabeth had found her showed her a way to cope with the vampirism she had been forced to have, saved her from herself. For that she'd always be grateful, loyal. A mother she had never experienced.
Over her childhood years Mora's mother had become unstable, her pale golden hair dishevelled and un kept, mass amounts of various bottles of alcohol scattered the maroon carpet. Mora had at times grabbed a black bag from underneath their sink and picked up all the bottles whilst her mother lay unconscious in her own filth on the sofa. It was odd to think something that had happened in her past could potentially come back to haunt her. Mora had once cared for her month, had once wanted nothing but happiness for her but the death of her father, her mother’s husband seemed to break the woman. No longer was she wild and happy but now she was a mess and Mora couldn’t do anything to help the woman she was helpless.
Years went by where she was in this constant platonic state. A routine if you will, she'd drink for days -- she wouldn't eat, and then she would be violent towards the blonde. She had often run to Dwayne, growing up with him until she was old enough to leave Queens, she had to get away that was what made her make the decision of moving to Harper Rock in Canada, it was only a $112 ticket she could afford it through the hours she worked in the small cafe around the corner. She had said goodbye to the man she adored and got on the bus. Her life changed that night, she never knew a man by the name of Hellequin would turn her into a vampire.
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