When Samantha told her parents, it went about as well as expected. Her mother Elizabeth fainted on the couch and her father fussed over her in a frenzy of yells consisting of “Dear, are you sure you’re all right?” and “What were you thinking, walking out alone!?”. She herself was mortified, not bothering to go to school that day because of the shame.
Unfortunately the news spread like wildfire through the small town—it began with Samantha’s own friend Gloria, who was told directly by Sam after promising to keep it secret, and went on from there. A friendship was broken; the young seventeen-year-old was outcast from society... no one had ever found the demon who was responsible, much to Mayor Mourning’s fears. His daughter was pregnant with that creature’s child... and there was no was he would raise the child if she died.
On February ninth of the year 1835, the Samantha gave birth to Tabitha Elizabeth, and Samantha unfortunately did die in childbirth. Samuel was appaled: This child, this... this raven-haired, white-eyed, brown-skinned little baby girl was the product of his deceased daughter and the demon who raped her. Nonetheless, he and his wife Elizabeth had no choice but to take care of young Tabitha, unaware of exactly what they were raising...
That is, until the little girl was four years old.
 Madame Tequila-chan · Mon Dec 18, 2006 @ 12:44am · 2 Comments |
