The Journal [A Sequel To Maya's Diary]

Chapter Thirty-three

"My mother? I only know Nana Gretta," Eva said confused. Her iris glistened and gave off the sparkly teary look.

I was such a bad mother to have subjected my child to such an unjust way of introduction. I should have searched for her earlier. I shouldn't have waited for so long to break the news already. I saw Gretta stand behind her and dab her tears uncontrollably with a white napkin. She was sure too emotional, but her emotions were excused then because it was entirely deserving. I too didn't know when I started sobbing.

Luckily, everyone had gone home except our columnist who was at his division typing what we would publish for our weekend special.

I dragged Eva slightly and made her sit down as I rubbed and caressed her tender skin and hair. I drew her closely for a hug and sniffed her hair deeply to register the lost scent.

"I will explain everything to you OK? What would you like to eat?" I asked her.

"Nothing," she replied.

The attempt was futile nonetheless, but I kept trying. "Gretta, can I see you outside for some minutes?" I asked and left for outside where I was sure we weren't going to be heard.

"This isn't working," I began.

"It will. She's just a child and needs motherly love and care. You will give that to her and she would be OK,"

"What if she never loves me," I began to sob.

"You will never let that happen. Do all you can to stop the Arch and get your family back. I thought you might be needing this," she said and handed over another page from an old rusty book. I believed belonged to a former member of the Arch.

"What is that?" I took the paper and felt the dust from it.

"It is a code. I feel that is the surest way of defeating the Arch, but I don't know what it means. I tried translating it in different languages over the years, but got nothing. It isn't any language, they formed codes to communicate while they spoke so that no other person will understand what they said. Only a true vixen can decipher it. I lied when I said I'm helping because I had a connection. I'm helping because these children are my grandchildren and the Arch killed my husband."

"Wait a second... Are you...?"

"Yes. Whatever Edward told you about me is true. My real name is Eva Baltimore," she replied and cold jitters ran down my spine.

"That doesn't even make any sense... I mean when Edward met you in the hospital... I mean he met you right?"

"I needed to do what had to be done. He didn't recognize me because he thought I was dead and really I was. Eva was dead and out morphed Gretta. I didn't want the Arch coming after me. Tell Edward I love him and I pray he finishes his sentence in no time. Tell Anna... " she trailed off into another round of tears. I hugged her before she continued, "... That I'm sorry I made her leave home. I love them so much and I will come back again."

"I will."

I noticed Eva stare at the walls of my office as though her eyes pierced through. I ran in after Gretta left and watched her eyes dilate. A white film enveloped her eyes and she was thrown into a state of partial loss of consciousness.

"Eva!" I called out but she didn't move. I shook her rigorously until she passed out.

"Somebody help!" I cried out, but the echoes mocked me. No one was around to help me and the silent darkness hushed me sending more jitters across my spine.

Since I was the last to leave the office, I informed the security man who was far off at the gate and only then did he help me carry Eva to the car.

I drove past the turns and luckily, traffic was on the low. I noticed Eva's breathing and turned when she sat up.

"Where am I?" she asked.

"Baby... You are in the car with mommy. Mommy is taking you home."

"I'm scared. He is the man from my dreams.. He wants to kill me," she quivered.

                    ~~~~~~~~~

"She daydreams?" Annabelle asked when I explained all that happened between I and Eva.

"I think it's far more than just daydreams. Like they are trances... Visions of some sort. Still about that man in her dreams."

"Alright. I will just prepare another concoction for her. It will last for a while," Annabelle replied. Eva was sleeping on the sofa in the living room and that night, Leone didn't come over to my place to sleep off. I looked at her hair and noticed white strands growing with the gold.

"Is that normal?" I asked Annabelle who squinted and grabbed a handful of hair.

"Oh no!" she gasped.

"What is it?" I asked, worried.

"I wasn't sure my suspicions were correct, but I am now. She's a vixen just like I am."

"OK what does that mean? I've heard it a thousand times enough to ask questions."

"It means that she gets vibes or feelings about a bad omen."

"Does that mean she's a witch?"

"Vixens are a different specie. We are clever and apt, but hexa are the species of witches that use earth elements to perform magic. It's so much to take in I know."

"I met your mother today," I said till trying to make out meanings from what she had just told me.

"You don't know what you are saying, my mother is dead. She died a long time ago."

"No she's alive.. I met her today and she gave me this," I said and handed over the paper Gretta gave me.

"This... This was from my dad's journal. Only a true vixen can decipher it," she said as she ran a finger across the symbols.

"Well can you?" I asked.

"I'm not sure. I need to go through it because I'm not as strong as I think."

"Yes you are. In here probably lies everything we have been looking for," I replied as I saw the cold icy evil heart being replaced with a frail being. She nodded and kept the paper aside.
"Miss Maya?" I heard Eva call. I had wanted to introduce Eva to Carly, but Carly was fast asleep under our neighbor's watch so I thought the introduction would be saved for the morning.

"It's mom dear. What is wrong?"

"I just woke up," she said.

"Eva, can you sketch what the man in your dreams look like?"

"Annabelle she is five!"

"Shh I got this. Here," Annabelle said and handed a plain paper to Eva.

Eva closed her eyes for a minute and opened it while she sketched a familiar figure. It wasn't like the doodling of a five year old. It looked like a professional drawing. I noticed the eyes... The stubble... The scars.

"Oh my God! Edward?"

Author's note: Hmm it gets creepier and a whole lot crazy. Pls remember to vote even though you are an offline reader.

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