Entwined

Looking up at the sky, I felt each drop of rain hit my pale face and roll down my cheeks onto my coat. Below me was the things I didn’t want to remember, but yet I come back each year to ask for their forgiveness and talk. Slowly my emerald eyes look down at the grave that I should be in, but I am not. It had been a while since I had come to talk with my son and the man I once loved two hundred years ago. As of yesterday I have been alive for two hundred and twenty seven years and still counting. Bending down I ran my hand through the grass that covered my baby boys’ grave.

“I don’t understand why you insist on coming to these graves every year around the same time,” A voice broke my silent prayer I was saying to them even though I know my old family cannot hear me.

“Because unlike you, I still have some humanity left inside me.” I shot back. “I would be with them but someone decided to curse me all those years ago”

“You should be grateful that I spared your life like I did or would you rather be six feet under with them” He asked me, before appearing beside me.

“I do wish sometimes I was with them. Things in my life would be a lot simpler.”

“Is the life I have granted you too hectic?” He asked, glaring at me from the corner of his eye.

“That’s not what I am saying. I just miss what I can’t have” I placed my hands on my stomach that was shrunk back down when I was turned. “I miss the feeling of a little life growing inside of me.”

“You do know it could happen again, you just have to find the right vampire” He smirked

“Not even in your dreams” I mumble.

“Awe why you gotta be like that” He yelled as he left me and began jogging to his car. ‘Hurry up it’s raining, we have to get back to the mansion, and my parents are expecting us.”

                The thought of that man made my blood boil. I had a perfect life, my husband was a great nobleman, I had just given birth to a son who had survived and we were prospering, until he came along. Two centuries ago I would have never guess that I would be this way but I have to deal with him, him being my maker and all. The bond we share can only be broken if he commands it to be. I have no power when it comes to us, except shielding my thoughts from him. If he knew what I really thought of him he would have me killed. Looking back I seen him get in the car and listened for the engine to rev. I kissed my fingers before touching my sons’ stone and whispered that I loved him with all my heart before leaving and not looking back, till next year.

“About time you got in the car” He said as I took a seat and slammed the door shut. “Don’t slam my car door.”

“I’m sitting right here you don’t have to yell” I pressed my finger to my ear canal, hoping that I could hear in the next ten minutes.

“Why do you always come back” He asked putting his sunglasses on.

“Because I would like the see the family I was supposed to be with once in a while.” I say looking out the window at the passing trees.

“You would think after two hundred years you would get over something like that.” He began to drive faster, he was irritated at me.

“It’s your fault” I stated matter of fact.

“How”

“You took me from my family for weeks and fed on me like I was cattle. Then when you decided you had enough of me, you fed me your disgusting blood and then sent me on my way. Back to the family who thought I was dead and buried. Than a year later after I had changed and was trying to figure things out on my own, you show your happy ass back up at my door step, no less, and murder my boy and my husband in front of me because I denied you. I could have had more children and grandchildren. I would have been happy knowing that I was going to die sooner or later. But now I cant.” I crossed my arms. “Why won’t you just man up and release me from the damn bond you’re so fucking proud of?”