Will You Be My Maestro?

Epilogue

"I thought your revenge was stealing mine," I said to him, still looking up at his enticing features. He only smiled and let out a soft laugh. "So, what gave you the idea to go to all this trouble?"

"I remember my mother telling me that this was how her and my father met," he replied, "and it's no trouble at all; I'd do it a thousand times if it meant that I could see you smile."

"So your mother was led through a dark mansion by a not-so-human being that transformed into a Victorian gentleman by the time we reached the room?" I joked, smiling up at him, "then she was magically dressed in clothes that she had never seen before, and was serenaded by a man, surrounded by people who appeared out of nowhere?"

"Maybe not exactly like that, but close," he chuckled, "it must have worked though. After all, they got married and had ten children."

"Well I hope you don't expect that from me," I told him. Momentarily, I saw his face fall. "My limit is two."

He seemed to catch on that I was only joking, as his smile lit up the room once more.

"What I wanted to ask you was," he paused, fiddling with my fingers, "will you be my muse?" I was probably more shocked than I should have been.

I took a few moments to process what he had asked, which worried him by the expression on his face. I then answered him, squeezing his hands lightly, "Only if you will be my Maestro."

Time seemed to pass fairly quickly after that. I would go up to the mansion a lot more often, which arose suspicion from Luke and Andrew's parents, but I managed to avoid their questions.

If anyone was wondering, yes, the kids got their revenge. They gathered up a few of the creatures, who I found out were all of Michael's deceased relatives, and scared me witless one day. I couldn't sleep for a whole week afterwards.

When I turned twenty, I moved into the mansion. All of the townspeople who had came that night that seemed so long ago, knew that I wasn't alone. Others that had just recently moved to Normal Valley couldn't understand by a young woman would move into an "abandoned" mansion.

When I was twenty three, right after I had finished university, Michael proposed. We couldn't really get married of course, since Michael was legally dead, but we liked to think we were. We had a gathering at the mansion with all of his family and I wore the ring that his mother had given him when he turned eighteen so many decades ago.

When I was twenty seven, I was shocked to find out that I was, indeed, pregnant. I didn't think it was possible. Neither did Michael. Nine months later, we were blessed with twins; Jonathan Joseph Clarke and Theodore Michael Clarke. Both boys took my last name.

They grew up in the mansion with Michael and his family, while I worked five days a week to support us. The boys seemed to be normal human beings, so, naturally, they were always hungry. They were healthy though, which was all that mattered. They looked so much like Michael, though I could see myself in them also.

They new about what their father and his family were, but they didn't seem to mind. Possibly because they grew up with that being the only thing they knew.

Shortly after turning 94, I died peacefully in the hospital, surrounded by my children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren. I joined Michael at the mansion, surprised to find that I was restored to my youth.

I considered myself lucky; I had grown up, found love, had two children and died at an old age surrounded by people who I loved and who loved me.

My story which I am telling you, has come to an end, though my life has really only just begun.