I Wish I Understood
Vlad was screaming. I could hear him through the wall. I laid there in my bed and didn't move as every scream pierced my thoughts. Henry's voice hushed the shouts as he woke him up. They talked about the nightmares, D'Ablo, and the journal.
Vlad and Henry tried to sleep as I crawled out of bed. I took out Epitomize and laid on my stomach to look through it. I took Tomi to my desk and grabbed a pen from the table. I opened it to the newest page and wrote the date.
I wrote a small note and explained all that had happened in the past night. I even scrambled through some pictures that I took on my camera from the Crypt. I flipped over them several times until I found one that held Snow and October. It even had my head stuck in it with a goofy look on my face. I chuckled and put it into the book. I drew arrows and labeled Snow, October, and me.
I then went backwards in the book and I ran soft fingers over every face I saw. Things were easier for them, but not for me.
What does Vlad think about Dracula? Is Vlad hurting because of Jonathan? What new problems will come along with Snow? Will D'Ablo hurt Vlad terribly when he confronts him? Will Vlad let me help him? What will happen with Meredith? Where is Otis? Is he safe?
I was worried for Otis. I missed him terribly. I won't lie, once in a while I will try and contact him, but nothing would come back. But my vampire father wasn't sending me any nightmares.
Where is Otis? Vlad was always easier to be around with him. I needed Otis back. I needed to tell him about Casimir and my other lives. I want to know what he thinks. But where has he gone? If he isn't captured by Elysia, or anywhere else in the world, where could he be?
Some strange part of me would die to know what started this. Were there humans before Elizabeth and Dracula that had what they had? Or were they vampires? Or, perhaps, they existed before Judas who was said to be the first vampire. Was it a blessing or a curse?
I wish I understood why all this had to happen to me. There has to be millions of Minas in the world...so why me?
I turned to the first pages of my section of Tomi and gave a half smile. Would I be a vampire right now if my parents didn't die?
Would my father and mother be proud of me? Would they like Vlad? Would they like Jonathan? Would I have come to Bathory at all? My mother was raised here...but she never came here in the five years I knew her. I was so innocent then...sitting on my father's lap at the piano as he played childhood melodies to cheer me up when I was sad. Or when I would tug on my mother's apron while she baked cupcakes for my birthday.
That was the only memory I had of her from the day before she died.
My birthday was over Christmas break and my teacher was having a small Christmas/birthday party for kids like me. Kids who had winter birthdays. My mother wanted me to bring cupcakes for the party. She baked them the night before the party.
The next day I was waving to them as I got out of the car. I held a half eaten red velvet cupcake in my hands from when I stole one after my father helped me take the trays into the classroom. I smiled and said goodbye to them as they left the school.
If it wasn't for the snow I would have stayed out there and watched them go. But being so small at the time I was too cold and I went inside.
A few minutes later, the ice from the storm the night before caused my father to lose control of the car. They died instantly from the crash.
I wish I understood why things happen. I wish I understood why they couldn't be here.
I often avoid the topic with everyone, even Henry. Vlad and I never asked each other about our parents simply because we understood that it hurt. I only knew what had happened to his parents because Henry told me in a short lived conversation. Vlad had yet to know what had happened to my parents.
I suppose the only thing that would make my parents proud that I'm a vampire is that after a few centuries I might know the language of the vampires. A language not known to any human alive, many vampires do not know it either! My father being a linguist would have adored the thought alone. And that would be it.
One way or another I will answer all my questions. Eventually...Hopefully Vlad and I won't stay apart for too long. It's only been a few hours and I can't stand it. I placed the pen back in the cup and crossed the room. I put Tomi under my bed and crawled into the sheets myself.
Goodnight, I thought sleepily to myself, Rick and Maggie Lovett. Your daughter still loves you.
