That day, August 10, 2006, I was sending Oliver ultrasound pictures, and he was delighted with our baby, even though there was little to see. The pregnancy also appeared to be progressing at a normal pace, although Oliver had learned that a vampire's pregnancy was shorter, but that was in the case where the female vampire was the mother, so for a sorceress who was pregnant with a half-vampire, it could be otherwise. We were also planning my moving out slowly, because Oliver bought a nice house in England, where we could live in peace and wait for the birth of our child, there was a very good hospital in the area, as well as a kindergarten and school.
That same day, in the afternoon, I informed my mother that had finally decided to move out.- What? So fast? I thought that since you've been sitting for so long, you will at least wait for the results of your exams.- my mother said, clearly dissatisfied with the news.- Mom, you knew very well that it would come to thisI drove all the way to Venice, where I ran out of fuel. It was only there that I took my bags and the money from the locker Oliver had left for me there and boarded the train. After a few changes and a flight, I finally reached the capital of Great Britain, London. From there, I set off for Colchester in a bus, from where it was close to Flatford, a small hamlet that contained the house Oliver had bought for us. It was close to a wooded area and we were quite a distance from our closest neighbors, which was good for raising a small hybrid of a vampire and a sorceress.When the taxi drove me to the right place, I noticed a black car in the driveway, which meant Oliver had taken care of that as well. After getting out of the taxi, taking my luggage, and paying the old man who left shortly after, I looked inside the car, which was open and the key was in the ignition, and found another gift in the glove box - information for all bank accounts around the world where Oliver had accu
Christmas and New Years Eve passed me much sadder than usual. I started to think not only about Oliver, but also about my mother, and also Luna, whom I left without a word of explanation. I even thought about calling her, in the end I still had her number and a whole lot of missed calls and unread text messages, but I did not have the courage to call back. I also had no idea what to say to her, how to explain my sudden departure, especially since my mother stayed in Italy. Therefore, for the time being, I decided not to speak to Luna, even though my heart ached at the thought of what kind of pain I probably caused her by leaving without saying goodbye. Especially since it was such a great person. I suspected that Luna probably started her dream studies, in the end she certainly scored enough points to get into the university, so at least I didn't have to worry about that. However, Luna was certainly worried about me.In February 2007, Alex turned two months old and was growing
On December 20, 2007 we celebrated Alex's 1st birthday. Our son was growing up and he was coping better and better with walking all alone, and when I stayed with him in the meadow behind the house, which I turned into a small garden with time, planting various trees, shrubs and flowers, Alex even tried to run slowly, but still he would often fall over. Of course, his mobility meant that I had to keep my eyes around my head, so that Alex wouldn't go in where he shouldn't be, especially when I was left home alone with him because Oliver was in work.We often received fresh eggs and milk from the neighbors, the Wilson's, the ones that who Oliver worked for, because they had not only fields but also chickens and a cow. Overall, they were nice people, so one weekend I even invited them to our place for dinner. Of course, all three of us - me, Oliver and Alex - had to be a bit careful, but luckily there were no weird incidents that could call into question if we really were normal hu
The first month of living with Margareth was a real rediscovery for me with a sister whom I only knew from rumors I had heard. Mom never wanted to talk about her, as if she had really thrown Margareth out not only from family books and photo albums, but also from heart. I was sad just thinking about it, because my older sister was a wonderful person, and the fact that she fell in love with a demon, in my opinion, did not detract anything from her. She told me that Christopher, the demon, loved her too, and left the Underworld, losing his home forever, so much he wanted to stay on the surface, with her. And although Margareth eventually lost him to the mages of Siberia, who were known for their zeal to wipe out demons, she said that had spent a lot of time with him anyway, full of wonderful moments.- I'm wondering about something.- I spoke to her one February afternoon as we sat in the living room watching Alex and sewing the ruffled clothes together.- If you were together for
My mother came to us at the beginning of March, even before my birthday. She really enjoyed seeing Margareth and me, sincerely apologized to Oliver, but especially Alex won her heart. I had the impression that my son had cast some powerful love spell on his grandmother, because since then, my mother has changed beyond recognition. If mom wanted to reward us for her earlier behavior, she did so more than needed during the first month of her stay with us. Mother even promised to meet with the wizards and sorceress council that took place in the fall, to ask for an exception to be made for relationships like mine and Oliver's or Margareth and Christopher's, that is, relationships connected by true love, which could be easily verified. My mother said that being alone for several months, she had carefully thought through everything and came to the conclusion that our community should be glad if any creature of darkness would love one of the sorceress truly, and we would manage to drag su
Oliver was standing next to me, his burgundy eyes filled with sadness. I looked away, unable to look at him, after all, what was going to happen now was my fault only. Maybe if I hadn't been looking for him, if I had really given up on us... And now I will probably lose him forever.I can see clearly my mother's eyes, so hateful, so full of fury. I'd never seen her like this before, and I knew one thing - it was over, Oliver's end. He's about to die, and it's because of me. Tears are streaming from my eyes and falling down onto my checked shirt. My mother looks at me sympathetically for a moment, but I know she won't change her mind anyway.- Vampires are enemies of life, they kill and suck it out of others, mostly innocent humans. And therefore they are our enemies, because our job is to protect whole life. That's why any vampire who stands in our way must die. - I hear my mother's firm, but slightly fluttering voice, and then I see as she raise her hand to attack Oliver.
I arrived in Rome, Italy on June 16, 2004. My mom was very excited about this move, but I wasn't. The only reason I didn't want to leave California was because my mom thought someone had started to suspect that there was a mystery behind the two of us. Yes, we had to be careful, but my mother often exaggerated and considered every act of greater interest in our lives as a threat to discovering our true identity. And we are not normal people, although at first glance we are no different from them. We are not normal, ordinary like the others.We are witches, although my mother always preferred the term sorceress, because witches usually had bad associations, but for me it does not matter now or before. And just because some nosy neighbor started telling others about our strange behavior and habits, which she somehow managed to notice by sneaking up on our property, it was because of her that I had to leave my friends, good school and boyfriend. We lived in California for quite a
I was walking down the main street of Rome, looking around. I had to admit that this city captivated me with its beauty, but all the people here were strangers and that overwhelmed me. The thought that I had to make friends again, from the very beginning, terrified me.No. I decided to stay away from everyone else this time, in case my mother wanted to move again. Why would I need to worry myself unnecessarily? My heart was already broken, and I didn't want to break it into more pieces with another break-ups and disappointments. All I wanted now was to get through high school, finish it and start my own life when I reach the age of majority, preferably away from my mother and her paranoia. And for now I will stay aside, alone, without friends, it will be better for everyone this way.On the way I stopped at a nice, cozy cafe, about two hours away from the hotel.Tired of walking around, I went in mainly to rest a bit. I took a table by the window and sat there sipping cappu