The Vampires of Ipswich

After some time

18 years, 11 months later

POV: Chevon

As I sit in my window seat overlooking the back gardens, I can’t help but to cry as I read my mothers newest diary entry. Elder Raymond had always been quite fond of my mother and mentioned many times that he looked after her as if she were his daughter or granddaughter. He believed that she was the kindest person he’d ever met and deserved everything good in life. He had given me her old journals that she had kept for a good portion of her life. I feel that reading through them is my special way of getting to know who my mother was.

I have read through her childhood and how she had the most loving parents. I can’t help but to imagine what it would be like to know them and to know my own parents. Would they love me as much as her parents loved her? Would we have nightly family gathering in the parlor room? Would they have as much interest in the bugs I found or the new kid I made friends with? I would love to think ‘yes’ to all of those answers but I won’t ever really know. I never got that chance to do those things or have any conversations with my parents.

I read through her adolescence. The first boy she had a crush on and all of her teenage friend drama. A bunch of ‘he said, she’s said’ nonsense. Not a care in the world but was going on in her life at the moment. It felt like a window into her soul and mind when we seemed to be going through the same things.

I am now reading up to her relationship with my father. I have read some intimate details of their lives together. How gentle he seemed to be to her but not to others. He always made time for her even when it appeared he had too much on his plate. How she had hoped to fulfill her wifely duty to bare his children, and how they were both so excited to find out that she was indeed pregnant. Her latest journal entry was the first entry to her child, not knowing then that there were three of us. It’s reads:

“ My dearest child,

If this ever reaches you I hope that I had time to get to know you. I am beyond ecstatic to bring you into this world; even if it breeds hatred for our kind. I will teach you to be tolerant and accepting. I will teach you to be kind and gentle. I’m sure your father will teach you to be strong and brave. To be stern and decisive. And with all those attributes, I am positive you will be a great ruler over this coven one day. I have every hope for you my love and wish you all the happiness the world had to bring you. I will share with you my talents and powers and you will grow strong. I cannot wait to see your smile and the light you bring to not only my world but everyone around you.”

I gently flip through the pages of her journal while trying to process the thoughts running through my mind. The rest of my mothers journal shows only letters like this one, meaning she thought about me every day up until her last. That in itself bring on a whole wave of sorrow and tears well in my eyes once again. I know now that, yes, my parents would love me just as much, and my mother would make time for me, and she would care about all my trivial pursuits, and she would show interest in my hobbies. If she could write me every day knowing what the future might look like, but still take the time to let me know how she felt, then I have to believe she undoubtedly loved me.

As I am deep in my thoughts, I hear a rough but quick knock at my door. Almost a bang, not as loud or aggressive but with the same urgency.

“Just a moment” I said hastily as I wipe the tears from my face and fan myself to seem somewhat presentable.

I open the door and look up to find the most stunning amber colored eyes glaring at me. I sometimes see those eyes in my sleep. I know who they belong to and wonder why he’d be knocking at my door during the middle of the day.