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The Slayer of Dusk: Chapter Two: Fate's First Turn |
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Little Tabitha had lived life peacefully enough. She had everything she ever wanted—except for parents, but Elizabeth and Samuel sufficed—and never knew what she was missing. She thought her life was normal without any problems.
As if every child had black skin, white eyes, claws, a two-pronged tail, and corpselike bat wings.
They had all begun to show after she turned four years old. Unfortunately, that revealed that her father was indeed of demonic bloodlines. Elizabeth never let Tabitha outside, claiming that “she was a frail thing who was always too sick to see the light of day.” That was basically what they did to her: The windows to the house were covered up; the Mourning’s never had company over anymore; no one ever saw the Mayor’s wife...
The child often asked about her parents, but Elizabeth would merely silence her and Samuel would ask where the newspaper was. It went on for a while, ever since Tabitha could talk. “Grandmother, why do I never see my parents? Why am I never allowed outside?” were her first—and most common—sentences, much to her caretakers’ dismay.
But it was always “Grandmother.” “Grandmother, grandmother, grandmother...” There was no mention of her grandfather. Ever. As far as the little half-demon was concerned, there was no grandfather taking care of her. The girl was shunning her own flesh and blood.
“Why does the damn girl never even mention me?” he asked his wife one night when Tabitha was long asleep. “It makes no sense at all.” He poured himself a glass of wine, and another for Elizabeth. She turned down the wine.
“I don’t know, dear, maybe because you never mention her,” she said coldly. “You acted the exact opposite way to—“
”Don’t say that name, woman, I’m warning you!” he slurped down his drink and set down the glass forcefully, shattering it. “It was a different situation. I mean, our Samantha wasn’t the product of a demon raping you, now, was it?”
His wife found herself at a stand-still. “Give me the wine, Samuel, dear; you’re going to get yourself drunk... how many glasses have you had before this?” She noticed the level of wine in the bottle had descended a considerable amount... “Samuel, don’t tell me you’re dr—“ The door slammed, Mayor Mourning was entering his granddaughter’s bedroom... What would happen to Tabitha?
 Madame Tequila-chan · Wed Jan 03, 2007 @ 03:35pm · 1 Comments |
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