4.) The Queen and her Son part 1

June 21, 1921, I was standing in our room, packing the clothes he had bought me. I only wanted the ones he bought me, not the ones I had. Clothes that were decades and even centuries-old, but they were always well taken care of. The white dress that he bought me was beautiful. He once told me he spent all the money he had on this dress, even the extra that the store owner had charged him was because he knew I was a pure woman. It wasn't a bridal gown, we could never get married, but this dress symbolized how he and I would live as if we were married.

The dress had gone all the way down to my knees it was backless, but the of the dress had short sleeves and fit me correctly, it was nothing special about it, but every time I wore it I felt beautiful. I knew I was going to take this with me. He told me that he went through all the trouble because Michael knew that I was going to be the only woman he loved in his life. I wish Michael were immortal so he could understand that you can love more than one person. A real problem with you being human was that you could spend all of your life looking for somebody and still not find them. You probably could never find the one the person that will love you, and you do the same in turn.

I met Michael on my first trip to Baltimore, Maryland; he was working at the local steel mill I was visiting. I spent a nice portion of my time visiting the areas and the landmarks so I could find suitable feeding grounds. It was a local liquor In that area that I fancied; it was imperative since I did not want to alert any of my kind here. They knew I left the throne; they did not know where I was; that was precisely what I wanted. I wanted what humans had, at least for a little while. I winded up, spending ten years here with Michael.

From what I learned, there was a massive power vacuum that was forming someone who was trying to retake my throne. I would've thought after the first attempt and me making an example by ripping someone in half like a wet book. Even a fool would've realized you couldn't take it even if you wanted to. It was quite irresponsible of me, but between sleeping, feeding, and ruling a kingdom, my life had begun to become monotonous. The only real enjoyment I got was watching the humans. They were always active and busy, and here I was trapped in my kingdom or so I thought. The day I left, and I did not look back, and God knows I don't regret it, I just wish I could take him with me, but I know his answer. Michael was a strong man, even if he never would find someone whom he could love with everything he would always love our son.

He was a nobleman, with a stoic demeanor. He was 6'3, which was tall for human standards, a bonus to me. He had always tried to maintain himself, so he kept his hair short, but kept his beard he had a round head and a box face. He had chocolate skin and brown eyes. He had a sharp chin though you would not be able to tell that unless he shaved. He was almost always quiet around his peers, but he could almost always talk my ear off, and I would listen. We had almost always had full and engaging conversations. He was quite smart for a man with no education.

Although he almost always had a lingering sadness in him. He had all of that trauma, and he still had the strength to be with a "white" woman, but I was far from white. I would always try to pass myself off as albino though no one would know what that meant when I was with him. I honestly think he knew there was something more to me than meets the eye. No, I knew he had known something more he just refused to speak on it.

I took one look around our medium bedroom; it had a Queen size bed on a metal frame. The frame was of good quality, because of the steel used to make it. The mattress is sturdy and soft, it has seen better days, but I knew it would last years. The blankets were simply blue, but they were nit by hand at a local clothing shop. He paid good money to make sure I had quality sheets and blankets.

I made my way downstairs to the living room in the last part of our small house. I don't know why I fell in love with this man. I guess that is how love works. I had so much where I was from, and at one point in time, I had a castle this was before I decided to modernize. Now I have many mansions. I decided to do this because humans were changing, so vampires had to adapt. Looking around the small house, it did not have much to it, but I loved the minimalist lifestyle.

I had spent the better part of my time having large mansions and feeding parties, and it was always fun but never really entertaining when you experience it one thousand times. Having something so big that you don't know what to do with it is boring you should always have something proportionate.

The house we stayed in was a modest two-story building; it only had two bedrooms, a small kitchen with no stove. I had to buy one. Oddly enough, he was okay with that. He never minded where I got a lot of our things from. The bathroom, if you could call it, that was small, but this was okay to me, though. It had a lion's foot tub expensive but something I had no problem getting. The bigger question is getting it in the house. With him not around. The house had wood paneling, On the outside, and was painted white. Though the paint was chipping, he always painted every three years, and it was still fun. The wooden oak door something that he never bothered to paint. The house had a small porch with nothing but a small set of stairs that lead to the walkway.

I thought about the time we spent together and how we had to wash our clothes by hand and how he always got the white clothing so bright it was indeed something I enjoyed. We did the cleaning and everything, this wasn't new to me---but I almost always had people working for me it never meant that I was a stranger to working it's that more I spent my time doing other things. Having clothes cleaned and taken care of was usually done by other people. Preferably, vampires, it makes it more comfortable, and the work is almost always done fast.

I made my way to the door. He was wearing a jumper with a red and blue plaid shirt. He was sitting in The rocking chair; his mother left him holding our son.

I then said, "I am leaving, Michael." He didn't look up and said, 'when are you coming back?' His voice was happy; it was always cheerful, and I enjoyed that. I knew it he still didn't understand, he was happy with me but did he realize what I was? I was the queen of the vampires. I was putting a target on my son and my husband's back. Dealing with racist hicks would've been the least of their problems.

I believe he knew something was off; I still do. From the fact that I hardly ate when we were together to the fact that I was ordinarily cold to the touch. Or even the little things, like the fact that I don't like Bibles or the fact that money was no problem for me? Was he so oblivious, or did he love me so much that he knew all of this and would overlook it? When my son was born, we did not go to the hospital. He witnessed the baby come out of me. He also saw my body healing at a rate that no ordinary human would. There aren't even any changes to show that I had a baby. This man was either foolish or was one of the kindest individuals I had fallen in love with. Love is such a complex emotion that most humans felt. It was such a rich emotion but could be so bitter when the feelings were not returned.

I then turned and, in a solemn voice, "I am leaving permanently." He looked up his eyes said it all. He knew I wasn't joking; he knew everything I said as serious as the Great Depression. I then said, "I am done living A life filled with nothing of lies." My tone was calm but serious. I just wanted him to understand.

He then stood up with our son Gabriel was such a beautiful chocolate baby the same complexion as his father. He got close to me but not an intimidating way, a loving one, and a sad one. 'Could you at least take our son with you?' he asked as his eyes were watering, but he held the tears back.

"No."

I said it with agony in my mind, but my voice was cold as stone. I knew I could not let my voice shake talking to him. He had cared so much that he was willing to lose both of the things that made him happy just to keep me happy.

I look down. I could not let Michael see me cry because I did not cry human tears. I cried black blood. My blood was so tainted and changed from everything I had done that it looked like I was possessed. I then looked up and said, "I could make this go away." He said, 'how? By staying here with us?' I couldn't hold them back any longer a black tear fell down my cheek, but he was hardly phased. I have been alive for thousands of years, and yet I couldn't help but lose my composure.

I then looked at him and said, just "Look into my eyes." He stared blankly. I knew my persuasion was working. "You will forget about me," I calmly said. "You will raise our son telling him that I abandoned you both after he was born." He then said, 'Why would I do that?' I was surprised honestly, a few things can resist a standard vampire's persuasion, but mine was impossible, or so I thought. I said, "because I love you, and I need you both safe." He said, 'Well, at least take our son.' This should not have been happening, I'm thinking to myself. He should be submitting. Could this be his power of love for me? Could he have been okay with everything that I was? I opened my mouth, and my perfect teeth morphed into fangs. They were all through my mouth like a shark."Is this what you want?" My voice was menacing and cruel. He then said, 'I will always love you no matter what you are.' I knew it; he knew something more than what he was letting on. The emotions beginning to flow inside of me again, and I said, "Would you want to be king of the vampires?" He looked at our son, breaking my trance. I realized his sheer force of will is what's causing this how is it he is so much stronger than so many humans? He then looked up at me and said

'No.'

He had defiance in his eyes. Tears are streaming down my husband's face. Saying no hurt him, yet he always knew the truth in his heart. I knew it. He would never be able to live like I was to be able to take a life. He was just that good of a person. The act of taking any life, whether it be noble or for the greater good, was always a sin. In the end, game vampires aren't human, they come from humans, but you must possess the will to take a life every time it is required. I've seen a lot of vampires prefer to starve than to feed, and they successfully kill themselves before they give into instincts. I looked at him and said, "You know, I will always love you, right?"

He then said, 'Yes, that is why we stayed together for ten years. Those years and our son coming into this world are the best things in my life.' I looked down at my bag again. I could go back to my room and let it go, wipe his memory of these last 10 minutes and go and cook. I felt another tear coming down my cheek, and in that realization, I knew had a kingdom to maintain. I stood my ground against my feelings and told myself it was time to go. I needed to go, the tears that fell down face drying. I put my fangs away, and I looked up at him, and I said: "For our son's sake, please let what I'm trying to do happen." He then said, 'No---I refuse.' I looked at him, and I used more of my persuasion. I could not leave him knowing that I wasn't human. We kept our existence secret; he would be a loose end, and someone would try to kill him.

I was only using enough of my powers to keep a human submissive, but this required more. I then said, "you will tell our son I abandoned both shortly after he was born." 'Yes, I will tell our son you abandoned us.' It was working; he was finally coming around. "You will tell him nothing of the things you had seen when he was coming into this world. Do you understand?" He sai,d 'yes.'

"Now, you will go back to the rocking chair, and you'll forget about this day." I then turned and grabbed my bag and left out of the door, but before I shut the door. 'I heard him say I will always love you, Lilith. 'That was the third time in my existence I had cried.

Hopefully, my son will find it in his heart to forgive me... I hope he finds it in his heart to see why I did this. The mansion I owned was beautiful, but on the outside, it looked so plain, but that was alright because it was Michael who had rubbed off on me so much. The inside was Nice. It was decorated with all of the pictures and paintings that I had from every person I loved except for one Michael. The walls were white, with lavender flowers all over them. I had 12 bedrooms and four bathrooms in here. There were six bedrooms at the top, and six at the bottom of the house. The bathrooms were sprinkled throughout the house for convenience. I never had to use the bathroom, but my guest would. All of my bathrooms were the same. I had a lion foot tub in each of them, and my tiles were lavender with stripes. The wallpaper in the bathroom had an almost solid white color with lavender flowers at the top.

The guest room I had made was made for him. I had been lying in that bed for The last few days. I usually spend time in the basement. That was where I would have my prey; I would keep them alive so I can feed for about three months. Afterward, I would then set them free, but not before I would persuade them to forget everything I had done to them. I would then give them some vampire blood, I can't use mine as it would kill them, but standard blood would heal them. I would even provide them money for their time. I also had this house built with a kitchen I had got food from the market nearby, but due to the inflating prices, it felt like a genuine waste of money; it was for my son, so I didn't care.

The hallway was filled with lights. It was also different from the rest of the house. The lavender flowers were at the top, and then on the bottom, it would just be painted white. All of my pictures and paintings were mostly in my room and the living room. The only rooms that were different wear my room which had no windows in it. I had lavender flowers all over the place. I enjoyed the scent of lavender, one of my favorite smells. One day I think I will try to grow flowers if I still have a green thumb. I had been here since I left them. Going back to my actual estate in Africa was a good idea, but I realized I did not want to be bothered. I could rule my kingdom without ever having to look at them if I have to go and talk to them I would.

I honestly wanted to be alone, and I enjoyed it. I go out to feed, but let's be honest it's never really worth it, especially since I'm not killing. I will go back to the status quo soon I just want to see him. When he came out of me, it was as if I saw God give me a gift. Although that asshole would never do such a thing, all of my children coming into this world were all by my doing. Maybe it's because I had maternal instincts that I wanted to be with him again. Honestly, it's the first time in 150 years that I was anxious to see my child. It has also been 200 years since I've decided to have a child. I know he probably would never forgive me. I know he probably could never accept me, but only God knows that I can't wait to see him.

I am happy I sent my most loyal and trusted vampire sons. All vampires can only have one type of child, but I can have two...The ones that I bite and The ones that I made, too bad I am the only one who can do this. In a way, all of them that are traveling to me are brothers, simply because I gave them my blood. From what I know, they will be here in a matter of hours. It's a good thing the sun is still up. I should probably check on my guest. This German does not deserve to live. After what he has told me, it's a good thing that I plan on disposing of this SS piece of shit.

End of chapter 4 The Queen and her son Part 1