16.) A Visit Home.

December 30, 1944, I had been sitting on the plane with my legs crossed, I had never been on an airplane before, they were quite expensive for the seats but the service was excellent. I had thought about what happened 2 days ago and tried to push it from my thoughts.

'Ma'am, would you like some more coffee?' I looked up to see the stewardess dressed in a blue uniform. She was young and beautiful and had a southern accent something that reminded me of Michael. "No thank you," I said with a smile. She walked away with her hip-swaying side to side. Her white stockings were bright like the plane we flew in.

I began to think about him again, how he would come home smelling like iron and sweat. His shirt would always show signs of tearing after a few months of work, whether it be from small specks of flame jumping onto him or the fact that they became worn out. He had almost always bored button-down shirt. He was always well-dressed when he wasn't at the steel mill. Wearing a button-down shirt with some slacks, he only had three pants and a few more dress shirts. I would always take time out of our day to teach them words especially ones that were rather tedious to learn. Sometimes I would watch them practice writing at the table for a few hours. He was such a determined person especially when he wanted to learn something.

Lucian was talking to the stewardess, He instantly had her listening to his stories. I was always baffled at how my son could trap any women was just his charm. Sometimes it made me wish I had that kind of charm. One thing that my family has always told me was that I lacked charm despite the fact that I could be very sincere. Me personally I thought I had pretty good charms.

I looked outside on my window and noticed that the hours of waiting were almost over. I could see the American mainland, they had few airports so we had to land in Arlington Virginia, from there we would have to travel to Maryland via car. This kind of traveling was much faster than I thought. No ship can travel this fast and on top of that, we could hold our feeding habits without arousing any suspicion for a few hours. Yes, we could persuade everyone to ignore us while we fed, but the problem is that could also be more trouble than it's worth. It was good to just wait 18 to 24 hours then to feed and have to persuade everyone to the point of madness. The thing about persuasion was that no matter how good you are a human brain is still advanced it will still remember certain things, as you could never completely convinced of person that they were never in love. Which is why it's always a good idea to make that person fall out of love with a person.

Persuasion itself is an exceptional gift to have as a vampire. Some vampires as they get older gain stronger persuasion abilities to the point that they can do persuade other vampires something that is illegal and dangerous. I had been on my way to another vampire's district he had no idea I was coming. I wanted to keep it that way; he had done nothing wrong or criminal. What I was here for was to visit my husband's grave. He has been the Baron of Maryland his state was something that he was born in, and if I'm not mistaken was turned by Lucian when he was in the country before it was the US.

Lucian decided to come with me while his sisters were catching a boat. Fù-guān despises flying on planes and refused to get on the plane despite Lucia's attempts at pleading. Somehow Fù-guān got Lucia to get on the ship with her; Fù-guān was somehow the most spoiled even though she wasn't the youngest. I love them all and their quirky attitudes. Most of my children have so much love and compassion for me yet the Second oldest and the youngest seem to be the most distant from me Koaru was his name, his father chose his name I like it though since his name meant fragrance.

He was truly gifted with a lot of the things he could do, and he took after me a little too much after me. He resisted the status quo no matter what kind of odds were against him; He was born in Japan and for time spent a lot of his time with me even when he turned into a vampire.

I looked around the plane and took it all in again. From the outside, the plane was silver and had a red stripe going through the center. It had 9 windows on each side each shaped like a box. Though there were 44 seats in the plane it was hardly filled with anyone maybe about 22 people not including the staff. The leather seats were nice and high quality and the flooring was mostly carpet that the leather chairs sat on. The plane had spacious seating, plenty of legroom, and Great lighting this was truly a luxury flight. Lucian set up a few rows ahead of me so I couldn't help but hear the conversations.

'Oh, my Mr. Morten you are quite the charmer.'

'Well, that's just one of my many talents. Ms. Grace.' His voice calm and happy.

'Let get you another refill. How would you like it?'

'I would like it with you.'

'I-I mean the coffee.' I could hear her heart beating fast she loved the attention she was getting from him.

'A little cream and two sugars.'

'I'll be right back Mr.Morten.'

She walked passed my chair and made her way to the small work area. The other attendants did their best not to gossip too much about Grace getting all of my son's attention.

'Mother this flight bores me.' His telepathy interrupting my thoughts.

'We have been on here for hours.'

He was bored and annoyed he had felt like he was wasting precious time. We were finally off the plane, we had landed in Washington National Airport in Arlington, Virginia. We will have our packages delivered to Baltimore via a car. It had been the early morning, the air was cold and crisp in the United States but I was welcomed. I was ready to stretch my legs and I chose to have Lucian travel with our stuff to Baltimore. I would travel using my abilities. It must be public knowledge by now that I am on my way to Baltimore, but I want privacy so I can visit him. Whenever I am around, it seems like the elder vampires act as if they need to know what I'm doing at all times.

I was almost there to the cemetery where he was buried, It was about time I saw him it had been a few years of course. Though I made it my business to watch over my son and him. Though in recent time I had not seen him. The winter weather was not as harsh as Norway or France but definitely still cold. Michael was buried in Saint Vincent cemetery I had been wearing the white dress he brought me and a white fur coat made from werewolves. I also had heels though the weather was cold.?

"You're gone."

It had been over a year since he died, I wish I could've stayed a little longer. To see our son taking his first walk, to see you helping him with you to his homework the way I helped you with reading. I wish I've visited more often those times were few and far between. I wish I could have your hands grabbing me, and holding me close when I was pregnant. I missed your smell of iron and sweat, I missed that genuine smile you had. I had been strong but I wish I had you and not just a memory. You were truly a man not meant for this generation.

Our son..he's an adult and I don't know what to do, my kingdom is in danger and...and I'm so alone. You were always so loving and there for me, even when you saw my fangs that day. You saw how large they were when you saw my teeth sharpened you still loved me. You still saw me as the woman you fell in love with that day. I was such a damn fool, and I don't have you anymore and you died believing I would come back I saw it in your thoughts. I could never visit your funeral in person but your thoughts had echoed in my mind. I was only a few feet away and you died feeling alone in that small house. Our son was holding your hand and your last words were: 'hopefully I see you again.' You died hoping you would see me again. When they buried you all of your steel mill friends helped put you in the dirt.

All while I sat there in the distance watching, I knew you were gone in yet I hope that she would, miraculously spring back to life.

'Save him.'

I looked up and I saw him, it was him it wasn't impossible it was like I had a wish that comes true. He was wearing the suit that he was buried in. The same suit we got married in, we had sat in the house in the second year we were together and he proposed. It was just like then, but there was something wrong. Why was he here? Wouldn't a man like him be welcomed into God's heaven? I looked at his transparent form I could see through him, it was not a surprise. The problem was why didn't he pass on? He had been a restless spirit that could never pass on to the next life.

'Lilith our son is in danger.'

His presence in the graveyard made me happy, but people hardly visited anymore especially in the winter but this would be the best time to do it, this was when the dead could truly communicate with the living. My eyes widened as I realized he was right our son was in danger and I kept putting him in danger. This entire time I spent meddling in our son's life I could have done so much more to prevent anything from happening but I always decide to do carefully implanted manipulation. I wanted my son to feel free and I wanted him to realize he was free, yes a few strings pulled here in there were good. Though for me to control his life in a lot of aspects could be nightmarish even maddening.

"How was he in danger I sent him back weeks ago?"

I asked that question knowing I sent him back into war.

" Michael you have to understand if he would've stayed with me he would've still been in danger."

He nodded his head and then put it down in shame, I couldn't read his mind but I could read his expressions. He felt like he failed our son, but God knows he tried. I even watched him try to raise our son by himself it was tough especially since I had to take everything, I couldn't even financially support a lot of the times because he wouldn't take a handout he always believed in working and doing his best.

' Lilith I failed our son I spent so long waiting for you to come back, I knew you would never come back in yet I spent that time thinking about you.'

I stepped forward and wishing I could reach out and grab him and hold his hand but I knew I could do nothing but pass through the cold air.

"It was never your fault Michael, I should've never left you."

'It's okay.'

He came back to the subject he knew it needed to be said and he knew he didn't have much time.

'You have to bring our son home, he is in danger I did not know you were a vampire.'

My eyes were full of happiness remembering how much of my time was spent talking to him. He continued talking but I could see he was getting more transparent he was running out of time.

'Our son is not safe. The longer he fights the longer he stays in a world where men are vampires, and the worse the nightmares the more it will go according to the plan. They want our son so that they can use him to kill you.'

This was the first time since I left I've heard Michael sound so worried but I knew he was right. The dead will always know the past and the future; though the drawback is that they could never know the present.

"Who would want me dead?"

Michael began to fade but he said it.

' The fallen angels of Lucifer.'

His face looked grim, but beneath all of that, his eyes said even more. He didn't want anything to happen to his family, he still loved me as if it was the first time we got married.

'Goodbye Lilith I will always love you.'

With that, he was gone, and his presence and completely faded from this plane of existence. I wish I could've held him and kissed him, but he's gone now and I don't think I'll see him again for a while. The moments I spent with him made my heart skip a beat, I had not realized how much I missed that man I had not realized what I had left behind. It was somewhat clear why our son had so much resentment.

The fallen angels of Lucifer have returned, Angels have returned to this world one more time. Though they were fallen they were still a danger to everyone around them. I can only imagine they wanted my head for what I did to Lucifer. I have to get in contact with my children they all need to know.

We sat in the hotel near the inner harbor, It was quite festive, especially since the new year was coming. It was going to be 1945 a new year, in all honesty, it would be another day for me I had lived thousands of years. I would see plenty of New Year's, and I would see plenty of nations rise and fall. In the end, being immortal is a waste of time. Now that I sit here in this hotel, I realize I had grown bored. I had spent my life traveling around the planet I had fallen in love, I had fought in wars I rule a kingdom. It was the most active I have been in almost 100 years. I planned on staying active until I met Michael. I felt like I was superman living a double life, it was a comic book hero it had gotten popular and I enjoyed it.

I had looked around the buildings and enjoyed the modest hotel, from the fact that it wasn't the largest building in the area, to the fact that some of the rooms had a great view of the harbor. The roads weren't busy as we transitioning into the evening, every one with it either getting off work or on their way to work a night shift. I had looked at my room it was a large room with two separate rooms and one bathroom, though the hotel was modest it had accommodations of a high-class hotel. Though I had gone out of my way to pay for the bathroom they had. Lucian was not here as he was still traveling via car or at human speed as I'd like to call it. I still couldn't help but be perplexed as to why Lucifer is minions were even attacking me? I made a deal with him, though it was rather one-sided one his part.

I went to the queen size beds, I try to enjoy the comfort of them but all I could think about was the ones in Norway. They were rather comfortable but my beds were made extravagantly and well put together. It took me back to a moment where Michael would always hold me while he slept. I enjoyed that moment but came back to the reality Michael was going but he went out of his way to deliver a message to a woman like me.

The hotel had a nice carpet, it had been a nice brown color. The walls were a soft tan color the wallpaper on it signified re-painting and remodeling. The lights lit the room work very well. They had a nice dresser in each room, one had a mirror while the other one was a vertical closet dresser. That must be because the room lacked any form of a closet. The room had two lamps one in each room and two queen size mattresses. The blankets in each room were different in design one had a solid black comforter one time while the sheets and the pillows head striped pillowcases, the other one was polarizing where it had a white comforter with purple stripes and white pillowcases, the designs were simple but very pleasing aesthetically.

I heard a knock at the door, and a polite voice say:

'Room service.'

I allowed her to come in she was a young Black American woman she was beautiful and had full lips, she had twin braids in her hair. She smelled of cocoa it smelled so sweet on her, but her blood pumping face and I could also see it on her face something in her rattled her. Her eyes were large as a walnut and browned, but I'm quite sure it was fear.

"Are you okay?"

I wanted to sound polite but I knew she was going to lie. I understood why. It was fear pure and simple. It was always something with white people and tormenting other ethnic groups, this was common throughout history but really had I seen this kind of brutality. It was almost like they took the worst things from each part of history and decided to use them against Black Americans.

I had thought back to how I was born alongside Adam, God made me be his partner and submit to Adam made me in equal power. This was before I had been forced to go to hell, my skin color had been darker, but not by much I was only light-skinned. Because of my brief stay in hell took away a lot of my pigmentation, I looked white but you couldn't really call me white. I kept my golden eyes because I felt like this was something to say that I was different. My red hair almost always made people assume I was Irish, though I would prefer to have been called Irish and black.

The young lady wore a black made outfit. They dress went down to her calves and she had a white apron tight around her hips, she was a bit voluptuous but the dress did its job in covering her up.

"Are you okay?"

I wanted to sound polite but I could feel it she was scared, her voice shaking but she was still trying to be polite she was still trying to just work and focus on her shift.

'I'm fine miss, I-I just wanted to see if you needed anything.'

I was so unsettled by the fear in her, and making small talk with her only made her heart race, I could hear it going 1000 miles a second.

'Wendy what are you doing you lazy nigger.'

I don't know what agitated me more; the fact that it was a woman talking to another woman that way, or the fact that she had to be a derogatory term instead of just her name. The angry footsteps move closer to the door, it was great that the door was already open because I don't think that person cared too much to even knock. I saw her, a young woman who was only in her late teens maybe 20s talking to this young lady who was clearly older than her by at least four years.

I sat on the bed with my legs crossed, and I allowed my fangs to grow, as a smile crept on my face I looked at the white whale and said:

"Good morning."

End of Chapter 15 A Visit Home