"Majika, I need your help, because of Alannah's situation she can no longer open a private room." Majika nods her head, closing her eyes, then quickly opening them, revealing her bright purple eyes. Moments late we're enclosed in a dark blue sphere. My biological mother sitting on a chair chained to a metal cell. The room is eerie and she's wearing a white cloth dress that looks like it's been battered. Her long beautiful hair is not so beautiful-
"How long has she been in here?" I ask.
"117 years." Desmond ends. That's not possible, I'm seventeen years old and she came to visit me two weeks ago.
"You're joking." I state. Desmond looks at me, how is that possible? If she is my mother then I was born-
"We don't know yet Alannah. That's why were talking to her. I would never open this room unless there was a reason-" Gabe snaps his fingers and the dark sphere turn into a red room- how deceiving.
"Blood..." She whispered. This is all just so confusing. Gabe bites his wrist- the smell of his blood fills the room- I just about loose whatever was left in my stomach, so I grab Desmonds hand for strength, he squeezes my hand. Gabe brings his wrist up to her mouth, she raises her hand- she even looks like a 900 year old woman. Her hands are all wrinkly- her nails are brittle. How long has she been starving, how was she able to contact me? Desmond pulls me away from the crowd and looks me in the eye.
"Alannah, I hate to say it but being in the state your mother is in now; I don't think that girl who showed up was your mother- I think 'she' was a skinwalker."
I read about that- but the definition in the mythology books that I picked up in middle school is different than the one we have at school here.
Skinwalker
Often known as 'shapeshifter' however, skinwalkers are able to take shape of any mythical being; i.e vampires, werewolves, and matanica. But they don't have the ability the person they take form. They also take the form of a person for up to 300 years before revealing themselves so they may take a hold of the story. Skinwalkers die easily so they're careful with how they run business and co-ops. They generally work with foreseers so they can target their pray ahead of time. The thing is, foreseers don't give any information besides where they will be and when they'll get there.
Skinwalkers have trouble taking shape of vampires because skinwalkers age, vampires don't.
That is all I remember from the book in my room. but I never thought about it when I was being talked too because I had no Idea who the woman even was. Desmond pulls me back with the group when Gabe has finished allowing Amalecitae to drink from her, her skin back to a beautiful color and the wrinkles that painted across her skin vanished. Gabe looks at me, everyone else too- then looking at her-
"Amalecitae, there is someone you need to meet." She look exhausted, probably from her extreme hunger- I wish I could help her, I wish I could help everyone to be honest. She sees me, almost confused on who I am, but she notices the birth mark on my collarbone- quicker than anyone else has.
"My daughter." She croaks. This is nice, but I'm so lost.
"I have a few questions for you." Gabe states. He takes her hand, lovingly. I notice her going in and out of consciousness, I can't help but help her- I remembered that I'm still part matanica, which means I'm still part human. I rip open my skin on my neck exposing blood- Desmond eyes glowing red- my Mothers white. I grab her and place her head on my neck-
"No don't," Gabe says but she was quick- already drinking from me. I can feel her energy replenishing. It's scary the presence around us was powerful. She stops just when I thought she'd keep going.
"Thank you." Gabe looks at Amalecitae- almost like he was in shock- shock that she could be healed from whatever affliction she was suffering from. She wipes her mouth when she realizes who I am, tears filling her eyes. I guess she really didn't think about who I was, when she said 'my daughter'. She gets up from her chair and embraces me in a hug- this was the first time I actually felt love from a parent. I return the hug- crying. This is my true mother isn't it. I can feel my chest pounding out of excitement. Gabe and Desmond cough to get our attention- parting this reuniting. But why don't I remember her?
"You came back for me, you remembered?" She strokes my hair behind my ears, she looked down at the birth mark on my collar- quickly hurrying away from me, but he couldn't back up far enough due to the chain stopping me. Her chest is expanding in fear, gabe and Desmond looking at me in confusion.
"How? How is that possible?" She asks, holding her hand over her chest. I look around to see if anyone has put the puzzle pieces together- no one had.
"Ama? What are you fretting about?" Gabe says.
"She has my fathers blood line mark- he was the one who killed my mother." She states. The room goes silent. I touch my birthmark- am I truly Desmond cousin? Amalicitae then breathes in deeply- finally picking up Desmonds scent, an even more powerful true blood.
"That's impossible- he killed out your entire bloodline." Desmonds neck kinked, his eyebrows raises.
"No, you killed the rest of my bloodline in 1910." Desmond says, coldly. But she shakes her head in disbelief.
"I was pregnant with Alannah then- I stayed in hiding so no one could kill me- getting to my baby,
"WHAT!" Everyone states. No one really noticed that she was born a vampire- well we forgot. Which was interesting because-
"You're lying. Vampires don't get pregnant." Amalicitae shakes her head in disbelief,
"Not if your partly human." She smiles.
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His love
RomanceShe thought this world was normal, the typical nagging mothers, rebellious children, two faced ass holes- but oh was she wrong. Alannah is a seventeen year old who pretends to be promiscuous, and free spirited. However, she is quite the opposite. Sh...
