Meemaw

Kiara’s POV

It took us about 30 minutes to get to meemaws, as she lives just on the edge of the town that meets with the forest. We used to come here a lot as kids playing hide and seek in the forest. I looked at the old tree swing we used to spend hours taking turns on. Meemaws house was a tiny 2 bedroom 2 baths little cabin. Outside she had a beautiful herb garden right off to the right of her creaky old porch. The cabin was painted white but could definitely use a fresh coat as the paint was chipping. As we both get out the car we both were greeted by the all too familiar voice of meemaw. “ Hey girl’s, you’re right on time. Come on in and have some tea with me. We have tons to talk about Kiara" she said looking straight at me. “ Meemaw how did you know we were coming?” Ketzia asked curiously. “ Hush child, I’ve told you before and I’ll tell you one more time. We come from a long line a witches. Whether you like to believe it or not. Now come inside there’s much to cover" we both went in to the cabin quickly . Inside there was herbs hanging from the ceiling and drying out everywhere. It always smelled so comforting to me, like it was one big hug. We settled down on a blue couch in the living room. Meemaw was scrabbling in the kitchen and came out with a tray with a nice tea set she always used for guests and a small plate of freshly baked cookies. ‘ Wow meemaw was really expecting us’. Meemaw placed everything in front of us and sat down while letting a breath out. “ OKAY, Kiara it’s time to tell you about your parents”. We listened intently for 2 hours as meemaw explained who I came from. By the end of the conversation I silently got up and walked outside. I sat on the old tree swing and let my mind race. I couldn’t believe what I had been told. My mother was a witch a powerful one and leader of her coven and my father he was an abusive psychotic vampire King that was hell bent on bringing me back home. She was his mate but he was ruthless and hated the fact he was mated to a witch regardless of how powerful she was. My father killed my mother when she attempted to escape with me. Meemaw doesn’t know why my abilities were suppressed so long. She thought maybe mom used the last of her powers to suppress mine and my smell. It would explain why she couldn’t fight my so called father off that night. My mom’s coven was able to get there on time to save me but not my mom. Now I get why I had that same nightmare over and over . It was a memory, a memory of my mom’s final act to try and save us from my tyrant of a father. I swallowed a hard lump and tried to fight back the tears. “ I watched my mom die” I whispered out loud. Just then I thought of my Nanna and Gramps. ‘ Did they know and hide this from me’ I thought to myself. I ran back inside to ask meemaw that exact question.