Blood Moon

12 | No Humanity

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{Song for this chapter: Lovely by
Billie Eilish, Khalid}

I SPENT THE majority of the day in Adeline's room or should I say suite? It was a pretty big room.
We just talked and talked for hours about anything and everything and I felt calm and relaxed, her presence was quite comforting.

My mind wanders off when Adeline's hand stretches out towards a plate of chocolate chip cookies, I think back to the time when Zoe told me about Adeline, that she used to be human.

"Would you like another cookie?"
She offers holding the vintage China rose plate in front me, the soft smell of the sweet treats tease my nose.

"Thank you." I pick one up taking a big bite out of the deliciousness, a few crumbs fall down my shirt.

She takes one for herself then places the plate back onto the coffee table.

"Do you-" I pause debating whether or not to carry on with my personal question.

"What is it dear?" Adeline asks positioning herself to get comfy.

"Don't worry it's nothing." I shake my head deciding not to carry on.

"Serena, you can ask me anything." She assures me with a warm smile.

"I was going to ask. . ." I pause unsure of how she'll respond, "do you, y'know miss being. . . human?" My cookie sits in my hand, unfinished.

"How did you know?" She asks with confusion evident in her voice.

"My friend Zoe, she told me that you weren't born a vampire, that you were turned later in life." I explain nibbling my cookie nervously.

Her uneasy eyes abandon mine averting to the fire place, watching the flames dance about.

We sit in silence for a couple of moments before she speaks again.

"Not a single day passes where I don't think about my human life." Her voice was a soft whisper.

"March 20th, that's the day I was born." She states looking back at me.
"1845." She adds making my eyes bulge out of their sockets, a small chuckle escapes her lips at my sudden shock.

"Th-the Victorian era?" I stutter and she gives me a simple nod.

"I wasn't born into a wealthy family, my mother was a servant for a rich pompous couple whereas my father was a farmer. They barely made any money. . . So when my father died we were worse off than ever." Her smile fades into a miserable frown.

"My mother was the strongest and most bravest woman that I've ever known, she did so many jobs after my father's death just just to keep a roof over our heads. She worked so hard that she fell ill and shortly died after my father." I can hear the painful strain in her voice. "A terrified sixteen year old girl was left alone to defend for her self, venerable to the harsh unfair world."

I understood how neglected and scared she must have felt during that time of her life, she had no one. I would always dread going to school just to get bullied and picked on by other kids, but the worst part of it all was the loneliness. . .knowing that no one was there to support you through all that crap. However, I couldn't fully understand how she must have felt because I've never lost a parent to death.

She takes a deep breath, calming herself.

"I didn't have a job, I became homeless. . . I simply gave up. There was nothing left in my miserable life."
She shakes her head sadly.