Abominable

Ch.9 - Introduction to Viola

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(Past)

Cecile's mother and father were the... unusual husband and wife. You see...
Cecile's mother was a vampire way before anyone knew they existed. They have existed way before the 1880s. Cecile's mother was living proof. Whilst her father, was a witch. The two were so different yet similar in some aspects, they both knew what it was like to be different compared to everyone else. He still loved her mother despite her being the way she is.

And her name was Viola. Born 1789.

Her family thought she had a sickness... But it was much more. They went to a professional almost half the time of her childhood. When they first started to notice her little unusual behavior, is when their animals would come up missing, it doubled over time, then days later they were found dead not far from their home.

She had fed from animals. But as she got older, her thirst grew stronger. She no longer craved the blood of an animal. But the blood of a human. The day she first fed from a human was when her father was alone.

He was chopping wood for the season, where it has just started to get cold. He had cut himself from the axe. Viola was scared. She smelt the delicious liquid that oozed out of her father's wound. She fought so hard to keep herself tamed.

She didn't want to hurt her father. The one who had raised her.

Step by step. She grew closer to where her father stood. He had sensed her presence in the barn, so he turned around. And he was repulsed by the mere sight of her.

"What are you doing out here Viola! Get inside before somebody comes in and sees you. Now!" She started shaking, tears fell down her face. She started feeling that urge.

"Father. I'm scared." Her father saw her change right in front of his eyes. He was terrified. Because he didn't notice she held a dead animal in her hands as the blood dripped down its neck.

"Alright sweetheart. Come here, papa can make it go away." She didn't sense the sinister tone behind his voice. Viola felt comfort in his words. She hadn't felt physical affection like that from him since she was a child. She walked closer, her sobs grew quieter. Walking into his arms, but she didn't feel the genuineness from his embrace. But she didn't care, all she wanted was the touch of her father.

When he held her in his arms, he grabbed the axe that had been laying on the tree stump, getting ready to put an end to his daughters suffering.
She was as still as she's ever been, which made him grow even more terrified than he's ever been.

Viola leaned back. As she stared at her father.
"What are you doing papa. Why would you want to kill me?" Then she went for the kill. His shrill scream was never heard by anyone else.