Take Me to the Moon 7.13
Journal of Absinthe Morai
Caleb Vatore came to me as I labored to bring my child into the world. He asked me to release the child’s father from my spell, and allow both of them to leave, after I deliver. Perhaps he believes this to be a moment of weakness for me, but this is my moment.
To the contrary, feeling the sinews and joints and flesh of my undead body shift and groan and tear, only invigorates me. I haven’t felt this alive since I first learned to hunt and feed.
Why should I give in to his mealy mouthed weakness? I have prevailed and the child shall be mine alone. I sneered in his insubstantial face. Powerless, he left me.
I gave birth easily, and held up my child, triumphant. I looked in her eyes; searching for a sign of her powers. I see none, but surely, the power is there. Then, as I held her, she began to cry, helpless and pathetic, looking to me for comfort and affection.
I put her down in disgust. How am I to abide such a weak creature?
The Count, however, seems to have perked up with the birth of my daughter. He spends much of his time rocking her, looking into her eyes, as if trying to divine her future.
Journal of Grayson Tesla
Tonight, I went looking for my lover after dark, because she did not come to me. As I prepared to return into the depths of the manor, I had a new kind of bizarre encounter like I had not seen up till now, even in this madhouse.
A ghost-like being with a light emanating from his chest came to me on the second floor balcony.
“I am Caleb Vatore. The Count battles Absinthe, even now. Go to the third floor where you saw the bassinet. The child is yours and you must take her away from this place of death. There is a trellis outside the nursery parapet. Tie the child onto your back in her swaddling, and from there, you can descend into the gorge. Follow it. After several hours of walking, you will find it begins to level and you can climb out. Flee, I tell you, before you and the child are lost!”
Caleb disappeared into the house.
I longed for him to return. As he left, confusion, fear, and doubt returned.
Journal of Count Vlad Stradilaus
I barred the door to the vault, confounding Absinthe and trapping her inside, and then appearing out of the mist.
“Let the mortal take his child,” I said.
“The child is mine,” she replied, attempting to mesmerize me.
“Child, you are drunk with the power you have exerted over this mortal.”
Seeing that I was not under her influence, she added, “You are taken with her, I see that. If she stays, you can have her,” she bargained.
Then my protege summoned all her hate, all her power, and all her will.
“You are weak with mercy, old one,” she spat. “I am young and virile and I will crush you now.”
“You forget who taught you all you know,” I thought. “And you know not my power, as I have never brought it fully to bear against you.”
I flew at her, incensed not by hate, but by rage and disgust at the injustice I had so long perpetrated. Among my many sins, I had created and nurtured this monster for my own amusement.
She went limp in my grasp.
I dropped her to the floor, and she crouched there on all fours, knowing that she was defeated.
She brought herself to her knees, and looked at the floor, hoping to appeal to my pity, which she so recently disdained.
“But the child,” she said, pleading with me. “I am the child’s mother; she needs me. He will not be able to control her powers.”
“You lie,” I said. “You care not for the needs of the child, but for your own. You will now be forbidden contact with mortals, as long as I deem necessary,” I pronounced. She knew as well as I, without being able to hunt, her only choice was to retreat to her coffin for a long, long sleep of death.
Realizing she was defeated, and losing her new prize, Absinthe begged. “Watch over her, for she is not of their world,” she pleaded.
“It shall be done,” I promised, satisfied to see a shred of compassion still in her. “Now depart from me.”
Journal of Grayson Tesla
After the spirit disappeared, without any hope of being able to escape as he had described, I went to the 3rd floor room where I had seen Absinthe, when she was heavy with child. Just as the ghost had said, I found an infant there.
As I looked into her eyes, my daughter reached to me. I was mesmerized. The choice I had agonized over for months suddenly seemed possible.
I strapped the child to my back with the plentiful swaddling all around the crib, and escaped onto the parapet and down the trellis.
- Just as Absinthe went into labor, Caleb’s ghost came into the nursery and began to argue with her. I thought that was spectacular timing! He also came to talk to Grayson, which was helpful for the story.
- Caleb has the super speed power, which to me, is the most fun to watch of all the vampiric powers.
- Our Gen 8 heir is here, and I know everyone is anxious to learn if she is a vampire, but we have to wait a little longer, at least till she’s a toddler, to know.