The Immortality Doctrine: Bred To The Blood Prince

Chapter 42

The woman looked like a crone. She had a face very dirty that reminded me of what a soldier of a military does to his face to be entirely camouflaged. And her hair was in deep red, and natural curls but it was entirely messy. There were small pieces of leaves and woods all over. She looked entirely innocent but I told myself not to be deceived again. She was carrying a pail of water that seemed to come from the river. She had clothes that could scarcely be called as clothes because they were ripped. She walked straight, then to the sink full of her clothes.

If that was the person following me, then why was she carrying a pail of water?

I was near my destination, and I could feel the eventual victory of escaping. I took a deep breath, then escaped from the table then ran straight for the door. The door was just a few steps away, anyway. But the dark shadow of the woman suddenly appeared before me. I was petrified.

She did not look mad. Or any emotion that should've felt about my attempt of escaping. She looked normal as if this was just a typical day. Her eyes were at mine, we were exchanging looks.

She held my hair as if she was trying to recognize it. "Blue hair.. ." It was when she gasped and complete shock filled her eyes. This was the most horrific moment I had experience in my entire life: she smiled, and then from a smile came a grin. "It's a surprise to see you," she stopped, then touched my face. "You look like your mother."

Behind that crap-filled face was a gorgeous face. I was perplexed to hear that word. How could she possibly know the face of my mother?
 
"My Selene," she mumbled, tucking my hair under my ear. I was practically crying when I heard it. Memories had begun flashing, my mother carrying me when she gave birth to me. I couldn't remember the face, though.

"You are so full of beauty, my daughter," she gave the hug the sort that I needed most. Just to see her face. . . I'm already contented.

I was going to tell her something but my mouth couldn't permit me to. Even though there were too much complicated things invading and orbiting my mind all at the same time, it was plain to me that the woman standing in front of me was my lost mother.

I tried and tried to speak and finally there came words. "I can't. . . I can't believe it," I sounded like I was choking. "We have to talk," I said. And from a melancholic mood, it abruptly changed to a serious one. She was the one in the vision the Elder sent me.

We stopped from hugging. She sat on one of the wooden chairs. "How long have you been living here?" I was like a police officer interviewing a victim.

That smile did not go away. "For a very, very long time, Selene," she said. "How are you?" She asked, her expression the happiest.

There was a little amount of anger I was feeling. Why is she even asking that question? But for some reason, I still had to respect her. "We're great," I knew I lied, then forced a grin out. It was half a lie, though. And I knew it was such a lame answer.

"Why do you look like that?" I frowningly asked.

She stared at her own clothes as if she was the one surprised. "I'm a nomad, Selene. Only I'm the only vampire nomad." Detina crossed her legs as she stared at me from head to foot. "You've grown, Selene. Time is so much. . . Swift."

Since I was so dizzy with thoughts and too much questions, I wanted to give it to her all at once. I wanted to ask why I saw her in an instant and if everything about this was intentional. I wanted to ask why Father and I had to leave her. I wanted to ask why a picture of a happy family had to ruined. But just one word came out: "Why?" I half-whispered. That 'why' asked a million reasons. My voice was too shaky. I sounded the most sorrowful person. In fact, I was.