It is our time

2020 the new 2012

The rain kept falling as I looked out the window, my mum was coming close, I could feel her and I could smell the perfume she wears every night just to please my father. She is prone already done serving him like a maid and coming to kiss me goodnight. I hate her weakness, It makes my father not respect her. If she were a man, she wouldn’t be so weak, she will be strong and proud and confident like my father. In 2 years my twin brother Aiden will become a full vampire like my father and he would be just as strong and as powerful. My vampire genes just like my mother will never be unlocked because I am a woman. I wish I could train like the men, then my father would be proud of me, he would be proud to call me his daughter, no, he would be proud to say he has a daughter. I want to be like the men and not like the weak woman who only pleases her husband like my mother. “Alexis, honey you haven’t slept?”, my mum calls in her chirping voice, whatever she had done to please my dad must have indeed please him. “No, the thunderstorm is preventing me from sleeping”, I answer back. She looks at me and smiles as if there’s a secret only both of us knows, she comes to whisper in my ear, “or are you afraid of the thunder that comes with the rain?”. I look at her in disgust and she looks back at me with sadness. I think my mother knows I detest her, she tries to be strong in my presence but deep down I know she’s waiting to leave my sight so she can pour out all the disgusting tears she’s keeping inside. Ah, the tears of a weak woman, how I wish to drink it? “You want to hear a story?”, she disturbs my fantasy of drinking her weak tears and I look back at her with a frown on my face, “what am I? Ten?” . She smiles and says “until tomorrow you still are my love”. She realises I don’t find her amusing so she continues, “ it’s about her history, wouldn’t you like to know how we became what we are today and why everything looks different than how it was a 100 years ago?”. I think about it for a minute and then say “ well it wouldn’t be bad to understand why the humans then had to hold a device to the ear  to communicate with each other instead of just thinking about the person you want to talk to and what you want to say?” , my mum smiled and said, “ those devices my love, were called phones and they were not just for calls, but for games and for something they called snapchat, it was fun”.  I was confused, mama wasn’t there so how would she know that it was fun, then she continued “well at least that what’s the books say, so are you ready to know how 2020 became the new 2012?”