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Confrontation of Millie
by
Shade
MillieCat@msn.com
Stepping lightly, frightfully, along the concrete, then onto the rock covered ally, I creep. All of my stealth and lightness of foot are employed. I hunger, deeply. I can not, can not let them feed me. It is vile. I must be alone when I do let my beast out. Feeding on rats and dogs is not an option this night, and so I venture out, visible, unable to lose myself in the shadows. I see, down past a dumpster, a street person, nearing unconsciousness, from whom I have fed before. I hate to do it this late, for he does need his strength to recover from the eve's toxicity, but I have no choice.
"Millie?" implores a female voice from behind me. My heart turns to ice and my legs to stone. I spin, and see an older woman. "Millie? Is that you?" Her pleading gaze transfixes me. Her eyes... her eyes are... "Millie, oh Millie, I know it is you. I have looked for you for a very long time. You disappeared almost eleven years ago. Your foster parents, whom I stayed in contact with, said you had planned to go away for the summer, to Canada, with Allyson. It took me a long time to figure out the deception." She looks at me, and shakes. "I never left you, you know. I watched you always, but I knew I was not fit to care for you." She pauses.
Those eyes, I know those eyes.. "How incredible that you look the same as the day you left your foster parents with Allyson. I have been in Ft. Worth and Dallas for many years looking for you."
"Why me?" I barely manage to squeak through my trance.
"I..I am your mother"
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Paralysis flickers to catatonia. Of course I know those eyes. I have seen them on those rare occasions that I look in a mirror. They are my eyes, without a doubt. "Yes, yes, Millie, I have come to take you home."
Her face twitches in fear and uncertainty as she opens her arms to me. I look down meekly and allow her to embrace me. She starts to sob, but quickly pulls herself together, and takes me by the hand. She looks me in the eyes. "Come with me," She says. I barely am aware of being put into a car, and her getting in and starting to drive. "I watched you, as you grew up. I know it was hard for you. I am afraid that you inherited some of my 'eccentricities'. Ah, who am I trying to kid? We are just plain nuts. I knew I would be terrible for you."
"Terrible is not having a mother, a father...nothing." I look at her, and she shies from my pain filled gaze. I melt. "But, better late than never, huh?" I shrink into the seat.
"Yes, I am here now, and I will never leave you again. Look, we are here. This is where I have been staying as I was looking for you. All those years spent...it seems that every time I even got close, something kept me from you." She looks achingly confused. I avoid her glance, for I think I know why her searchings have been thwarted until this point. She gets out of the car, and I hop out before she can run to open the door for me. She smiles, hugs me around the shoulders, and takes me into the small, but well kept house. Well kept for this bad neighborhood, anyway. "I chose this area because it seems that I got more information about you here than anywhere, mostly from bums and pushers, of all things." A hurt look crosses her face as she looks at me. "There is no need to explain. I understand such things. We can work through all of this terrible life that you have been living." She unlocks the door, and we enter the darkened, cinnamon smelling house. "You may not remember, but I always burned cinnamon incense when you were a baby." I smile, and try to keep my eyes from welling with blood tears. She flicks the light on as she closes the door. "Are you hungry?" I look down, and shake my head. "Ok, then, let us sit down." I am lead to a couch in front of a coffee table. On it, is a photo album. My hands go to it without thought, my curiosity again overriding any social proprieties. I open it. It is filled with pictures of...me.
"You really have been watching me, all my life, haven't you?"
She nods, "Until you came here, yes. I have much time to make up for...an eternity, it seems."
I glance around the house, and as I do, movement catches my eye. Oh my god, it is Spiro. He must have been following us, and now he is beseeching me to come to him. I try not to look at him, and force my gaze to my...my mother. "Um..mmMom?" Her face is elated. "Yes, my Millie?"
"Maybe I am hungry. And, where is the bathroom?" My mind strains for such long forgotten concepts.
"Oh, I knew you must be. I will go and get you something. The little girls room is over there." She points, thankfully, to Spiro's direction as she heads toward the kitchen."
"Spiro?!?" I whisper frantically. "Why?...What are you doing here?!?"
"You know why. This cannot be. She has looked for you for many years, and we have thusfar been able to misdirect her. But now...now it is too late." His eyes lower
"No...but...no! You can't mean!?"
"She will not stop looking for you. She has been so very obsessed, and ruthless. Now that she has found you, she endangers us all. We tried to make her leave. We had others try to make her forget you. Her will is too strong. I am sorry, Millie, so very sorry. She cannot be allowed to continue, to endanger us all."
"No!" I scream. Glass shatters. Heavy quick footfalls drive into my brain.
*************************** "Millie! What is wrong?!?" Mother cries as she rushes to me.
"Run, mother, RUN!" I use all of my force in the word My earnest is rarely denied. She stays, and touches my arm. "Millie, Millie, it is ok. Everything is ok. Really."
"No mother, no, you MUST RUN, GET OUT OF HERE. PLEASE!" At this, she is knocked down by some force. I know what it is. I see, finally, Spiro, holding her down. He is trying to incapacitate her. I, against all hope of aiding, fling myself on him.
He easily ignores my attempts at stopping him. "Millie, stop. Something must be done. She cannot just go free. Either she must die, or..."
"You cannot mean! Spiro! You cannot do that to her! You cannot, cannot, CANNOT!" The thought of my mother sharing this cursed existence is more hideous a fate that I can live with. More than I can let her live with.
I stop my attack on him, and focus it on her. Torment and hunger lead to frenzy, and I manage to grab hold behind Spiro, and sink my fangs in. What on earth are these sensations? Swirling patterns made from chaos, entwining reality and imagination flow with the blood. It is like nothing I have ever experienced. I continue, and continue, forever and for no time. How does she still live?
I fall back, swaying and swooning, down hard on the wood floor. As I look up, she faces Spiro. "You will refrain, now." Spiro, hesitantly, does so. He steps away from her as if in a trance, and murmurs, "How? How?" The form before Spiro and I shifts, and starts to laugh. "YOU! Spiro cries. "Why? Why would you do this? How could you do this to her?!?"
I know this form. It is the one who brought me to this miserable existence. It is not my mother, but my sire. I seem to blink, but for a moment, and he is gone....I am gone...literally. They cannot see me. I cannot see me. I did it too well...
"Millie, oh Millie." Spiro's voice beacons from the void of my despair. "I do not know what to say. For all I know, he created you only to pull this elaborate prank. You have no idea how many resources and kindred it took to keep this knowledge from you all this time. He must have studied you long before you were embraced, and then pretended to be your mother in search of you all this time."
"I am not so sure of that," pipes in an o-so-familiar voice from near the door. wHo? appears from nowhere. "Look what he handed me as he left. He must have seen me all the time. And perhaps you, for that matter, Spiro." He holds out a photograph. It is her, not one of those accursed mental deceptions. It is her, my eyes, and all. Spiro shakes his head. "I don't understand."
"Oh, of course you do, "Laughs wHo? as he takes me by the hand and leads me off laughing into the night.
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