11.) Mother's Home

'Welcome home, my mother.' She said again, 'I heard word that you would be joining the war. I did not think that she would bring a stray vampire with you too.' She said this while eyeing Carter. My daughter was quite hostile when it came to other visitors, especially vampires, but it was to be expected. She hugged me even though I was in the process of shedding. She was always so honest with her feelings. She backed up and said, 'so are these our guests?' She knew I was carrying her brother, but she didn't know much about him. "This is Gabriel Roberts right now he's asleep because of my persuasion. Could you drop him off at my room, please." She grabbed and carried him like a small child even though he was oversized. He still looks innocent while sleeping. I am also guessing she did not want to wake him either.

I pushed my voice back to normal, and I began to start allowing more of the shedding to take place mostly in the midsection, the skin was still sticking to me, and some of it was still fused. Fù-guān Was already in the mansion. She wanted to get Gabriel settled in and ready. She would be interested to hear how everything turned out before now. It was only her and the twin brother and sister in the mansion. I'm quite sure the twins were asleep. I have four of my nine children; hopefully, they can get along. It was Carter I was worried about, how would the others look at him? Especially since another vampire turned him?

Hans Victalis would pay for this. He had a grip on Carter that not even I could break. I should have killed Hans when I had the chance. He only got to live because I was attached to who his master Eric. I had murdered Eric long ago. For his treachery, I'm still unsure as to why I hesitated.

We spent the majority of our time fighting, and the fact that he never wanted to kill the children made me worry for him. He killed them because he knew they would have supposedly kill Zosley and me. This entire world was dangerous for him. I could see into his thoughts being clouded more and more with thoughts of suicide. I understood why though he thinks that would be a release, but in all honesty, given the powers that be, I don't think death would work out for him. If vampires are after him, then what else would chase him? I needed to send him somewhere safe somewhere where he could be happy. Or I could keep him here I need to ask and let him make his choice this time let him be the man he chooses to be. If I could, I would rip fate to shreds to free my children from theirs, but some paths are set. No matter what happens, they cannot be altered.

I had made me my way into the extravagant home of mine. Carter had never seen anything like it. I entered my house and hid straight to my bathroom in the master room; it was about time he woke up. Before I left I sent Carter to a bedroom on the bottom floor, Carter was taking it all in the marble floors that so clean it reflected his dirty uniform to the massive gold and silver chandeliers it was two; one to the entrance and one in the living room. I would show him around but not until he cleaned himself up. I had enjoyed the look of awe on his face; it let me know this would be a good home for him. The steps had been made to make sure no one falls, they're shaped almost like a heart and connects at each end. It had been something that was put together beautifully. It was made so that the chandelier would be in the center. The hanging glass had been shaped in circles to give the main room some decor with wallpaper flowers an illusion of being alive.

The walls had white wallpaper with flowers of many on them from lavender tulips to red roses on there originally white surface. I had a black carpet on the upper level. It kept the floor warm in harsh winters; it also added an air of mystery to the upstairs. The six rooms were scattered. I had no idea what my children did to them; I knew the guest room was to remain a guest bedroom. I made my way down the hall towards my room; there were four casement windows all stained and made reflections on the carpet. I walked past a portrait made of me in the 1700s, New England. I wondered how I managed to wear such attire. The portrait had been made by some painter I met on the road. I rewarded him with a rather large amount of gold. The lights in my home were made to last a long time though my children seem to enjoy the discovery of electricity and its benefits to giving light in the dark. I walked past my daughter's room she always enjoyed being under me even as a vampire she was still independent just a mommas girl. The flesh had separated finally from my stomach, and it was time to take it off, it felt slimy, and the tissue itself developed an odor. The smell of sweat, blood, and decay had consumed my nose, but I was already in my room.

The door was colonial designed with White oak, it sounded generic, but the thing about White Oak was that it was more durable than standard Oak had been used for every door in the house. Each entry was painted white except mine. Mine was white with one major exception; it had gold at the edges of the door. It also had it in the boxes of the design. I had glass door knobs all over the house. I wanted to make upstairs look beautiful while the downstairs would catch your eyes. The upstairs would make you want to travel up to the rooms.

I walked in my king size bed occupied by my youngest son. He was sleeping so soundly. It made me happy he calmed down for once, or maybe I did too good of a job putting him under, but it was good that he could stay asleep a little while longer. By the time I was getting to my shower, I had taken off all of the clothes; the only thing left was this decaying skin. I looked in the mirror and noticed how my hair had been poking out of the front head. He shot me square in the face it was weird that my blood let out a cloud of red mist, maybe I had done too good of a job with designing the body. I was going to make sure I would look the part of a man it had been a while since I had participated in the war, but in the end game, the result yielded me getting my son out of the war. I also gained a formidable ally. As long as Gabriel remains, Carter will be a good person to stick by his side. I am still so curious as to what I should do with my son. I think that maybe I should talk to Carter. Things like this were confusing, especially dealing with my children; most of them wanted the same thing immortality and a good life.

I had nine children, including Gabriel, each one became immortal for their reasons or through circumstance. The only one to turn it down was Gabriel. Then again, we had to think about it in human terms, each one of my children was born in times where humanity was struggling to exist or during this made plenty of men want to be immortal...The only one to turn that down was Gabriel. Then again we had to think about it in human terms, each one of my children was born before electricity was discovered, each one also came from life very much different from each other or very similar it was a matter of perspective.

My room was The biggest of the bedrooms, each room had their bathroom, but my bath had the lion's foot bathtub, it was one of the best tubs ever made the sheer size made it comfortable. I also found myself enjoying taking A bath today would be much better though I have not experienced one in such a long time. I finally ripped the skin off of me. I started with the head pulling it off. I looked at the tattered skin and noticed the hole he had put through my head. It was at the top of my head when he shot me. I did not expect it. I never prepared for that for him to shoot me, primarily because of his attachment to John. His thoughts were apparent when he did it; it was almost as if even if I wasn't who I said I was; he knew that shooting me would buy him time. He had attempted to commit to suicide. He was serious about being tired of this life. I could not blame him for that. I could hold him accountable for the fact that he was just too afraid to accept the truth. Fear was something that could consume a human entirely if they do not get themselves under control; humans commit the most egregious of atrocities when they are possessed by fear.

I had started to remove the suit. I had slid out of it from where the head was, especially since my body was smaller again. I had needed to prepare for one of my children to dispose of The clothing and the meat suit. How many identities had I gone through? In all honesty, it was too many to count. I turned on the tub. Hot water was something that I always enjoyed how it got deep into the pores and cleaned out everything. I cleaned myself with the soap I had needed to make sure I got an inch of myself. Though bathing only lasted vampires mere seconds, this was one of the few times I wanted to savor it. So I wanted it to last at least 20 minutes, each inch of my body I was cleaning I made sure to scrub thoroughly. I almost enjoyed cleaning myself too much. I had to make sure to turn the water down. I didn't want Gabriel to hear it. I was sitting at the edge of the tub, watching the water that was now reddish grey. My hair was lying flat from it being wet I had to scrub the scalp clean, my body enjoyed this hot water, and it was indeed a luxury that no one could enjoy unless they were In a higher class lifestyle or an extremely wealthy one.

I looked around the bathroom; the gray tiles on the floor beautifully made each one hand made with black roses on the floor. The bathroom had two mirrors in it, One as the ceiling so I could look up, and the other one was right above the sink. It was still rather large both mirrors were exceptional with their designs. I always wondered why I wanted such a thing. The meat suit had been strung up like a coat on a coat hanger. It was about to be destroyed. I sent a telepathic message to The twins. I knew they were going to be excited to see me, and I knew once they felt me in their minds, they would wake up immediately.

It was time for everything to come full circle my son would meet almost everyone I had to have hope that he would get along with them, and they got along with him. The twins were born on January 21, 1075, during the crusades they were French Templar knights and were turned into vampires at 21. They were fighting in God's holy war, which in no way was the pope taking advantage of his power and using politics and young men's lives to commit atrocities and be zealots under the guise of "God's plan."

Lucia and Lucian, I named them both they're father thought it was the devil's name. I was surprised I was having two babies. They weren't identical, though they looked very much like they were quite different. Lucian wore his blond hair long and straight. He was proud of having it and would only trim it when they got passed his shoulders. He had almost pale like me but tanned quite well even when he was human. Heaven knows I know I don't tan. He had a round face but had a strong box chin with a strong jawline. His eyes were like blue like the sky, but when angry would turn a shade of gold and crimson, this trait alone made him different and was only shared by his sister. Though even when he is not angry, his eyes showed a calm storm.

He had been able to walk in the sun like me, but again that was a treat reserved solely for royal bloodlines, which all traced back to me. He was quite tall; he was around 6'0"; his sister was as tall as him. When young they were mistaken for being brothers, it's nice to see that she developed. Lucian was never quiet; he likes talking, but there would be times where he could go days without talking, especially when something was on his mind. He loved being able to read people before talking to them, and if he chose to without his persuasion, he could always make friends with anyone. He also had a friendly voice, which made it even better for him. He would almost always carry his French accent no matter how many centuries that had gone by. His sister, on the other hand, did not mind using an American accent.

He came to my room, happy to see me. I was already clean, and my hair was put in a bun, it had not reached its fullest, but it was still long. I wore a simple gown and a bra. It was best for him not to wake up to a naked mother. Lucian had been wearing a suit with a tie. He had made it a point to wear white on black instead of the reverse he had lived in an expensive lifestyle but something that I encouraged. "Lucian, could you please burn that meat?" He walked closer, and then with a smile of glee, he said 'sure mother I can always get this suit cleaned.' He glanced over, and before I could say anything, he went to analyze his brother. Our speed was baffling at times. I found myself caught off guard, especially when my kids were curious. It was something I should've been used to, yet it was so cute watching him look at Gabriel. He then looked at him and said, 'His resistance; his anger? Are you sure it's safe for him to be here?' I looked down it was rare that I was ever caught off guard, sadly the thing was was that I had no real choice but to bring him with me. I could reinstate him in the army and have him sit home but all of this death around him, especially since I caused some it. Would he even be safe there in America?

'You don't know what to do with him, do you?' His words and posture said more about this situation than anything. It was rare to see me unprepared for situations like these; more importantly, it was even more unusual to see the cases unfold. They almost always saw me in control. This was rare. Even more, if they were present. Gabriel was unique to come across this in every sense of the word. Me being caught unprepared with centuries of experience was something that I deemed to be normal, even with the powers that are above me. This also gave my children a chance to improvise on my behalf and to see how they would react to something that I often enjoyed. "You were absolutely right; this was on pure instinct." His eyes widened in excitement. It was rare that he would be a part of such an event of admission, especially for me. I walked closer. I had the skin and clothes in hand; I was so much faster than most of my children; they would never see me move at times.

"I spent four months with my son, and he never saw me, as anything more than 'John'." I then gave him the skin and said: "You have been privileged with information that I would appreciate you not sharing with your siblings." His eyes look like they were about to pop out of his head, but he then composed himself and kneeled before me. It's something that my children had done because they saw my subjects do and said, 'as you wish, my Queen.' With that and without a sound, he was gone.

The sun was still up, so it was still early, the bed had been a king size well designed to last years. He had been sleeping in a 2000 dollar bed and had been sleeping like a king. The bed had been made mostly of wood and was a poster bed. It had four columns and had a headboard and footboard all made from teakwood, a durable wood that would stand against the flow of time. The two columns in the back were cylinder at the base, but at about halfway, it slowly turned into a spiral with a black obsidian glass in the ball of glass at the center of it. The headboard was well built and had a mirror shaped like a semicircle on the headboard. The mirror had been put into the headboard and made there was also one on the footboard just smaller, and they both had the same design just smaller. The columns had been designed more modestly for the footboard. It had been nice to lay in this bed. The sheets were grey, and the pillows were black and grey, and the blankets were all black.

I sat next to him his M1 next to him he clenched it so tightly as he was being put under. Humans' minds were almost always open and the most vulnerable while they sleep. I looked around my room, taking it all in; it had been a while, but my children took good care of it. The floor and had been hardwood; it made it easier to hear for me, the room had been enormous even with all of my things in it. He never had this in the house he was living in. His father struggled to make ends meet, and yet he always made. I helped in some areas of his life with my persuasion, but I never wanted to watch my child grow up, not without me. He grew so alone even though he had few friends, but one stood out she was white, and she was nice, but I wouldn't let that story play out.. not with Gabriel it was a great thing Michael never found out he would've tried to be civil, but I see how they treat black Americans. Why wouldn't he come with me? I could feel it the rage I had in me for millennia. The madness of being helpless the anger of not being able to control my life it never felt right. We should all be masters of our destinies, but that was something that wasn't always meant for everybody.

I got up and went to find a meal it had been three months, and I had found my self hungrier from all the running. I made my way downstairs and saw Carter he looked astonished at what he saw after he had never seen me. 'Lilith?' His voice was just as surprised as his face. 'That's queen, Lilith, you stray.' He turned it was my second oldest son Lucian; he was not taking well to the lost vampire. Especially since they don't know if he's under the command of his master, but Carter was just a victim in all of this. "Compose yourself, my son. He is a victim in all of this."

Lucian bowed his head and said, 'yes, mother,' he knew that respecting me was much more important than having a pissing contest with a stray vampire.

Carter then got on his knees and said, 'My Queen forgive me.' It was so genuine, and I don't know what it was, but he was adjusting to his new life he would prove to be an excellent warrior. "Rise." I said calmly, "you do know you don't have to deal, right?" He looked down, and then said: 'I'm sorry you've done so much for me the least I could do was try to show you that I was grateful.' I chuckled, "Just bow your head; kneeling looks awkward in public." As he stood up, I looked at the clothes he was given and said: "It seems like you and Lucian are close in size." His military posture hammered into him in basic worked well with the clothes as Carter wore a pair of black slacks and a white button-down, he tucked in his shirt and still wore his combat boots although it looks like he cleaned them. 'I couldn't be more grateful for all that you've done for me.' He is such a genuine person, even in his thoughts.

'Mother, you're home!' The voice was happy, and cheery it was my Lucia. I turned to her my beautiful, beautiful Lucia. She would always be tall, and she would always be beautiful, she wore her blonde hair short and had also seemed to enjoy wearing short skirts. Something that would have men looking at her. She was almost always the eye of a party. She had an hourglass shape that was gratuitous in many areas. She still maintained being in shape though, her blue eyes like her brothers could change to gold and crimson. Her face was looking almost as identical as her brothers, but with critical changes for one, she had softer features. Her nose was narrow compared To her twin, Her box chin was more delicate and her jawline was still pronounced, but it looked elegant like it fit her. Her eyes were almost always coming even though her personality showed plenty of life, but like her brother, her eyes also showed the calm before the storm. They were medium-sized like her brothers but not that big. She almost always studied everything around her analyzing and looking at things, she ever wanted to see a more profound meaning even when things never had them.

'Mother, we were going to throw a party for you at our mansion.' Lucia always loved welcoming people to our home; this was also a good way for us to feed without alerting people. I just wish she would've told me I have my son upstairs a human, and a lot of times, all parties had vampires and humans in the mix. 'I saw our brother, he looks so innocent sleeping, but his thoughts betray him.' I was impressed with her and her brother. The fact that they had telepathic abilities like me meant that they never missed a beat. They were right to be worried about him. His anger is something to worry about. 'You are right, Lucia. Though he should not pose a problem.' I began to walk towards her I was still dressed in my gown, but I knew I was going to have to change soon.

As soon as I got close to Lucia, she picked me up with a bear hug; she loved hugging me. I appreciated affection, especially from her, she had to be the most affectionate of my children. "I like the ground, you know, I am also happy to see you too, my daughter." She was still hugging me; it had been a long time since she could do this. After a long hug, she finally put me down. 'The party is at eight. We have ample time to get ready. I think you should wear something elegant.' I smiled. She had an idea, and I knew it was going to be good. I looked at the three of them at the main entrance of my mansion, and with a smile, I said: "Well then, let's get ready for my children. We will have a fun night to plan for."

End of Chapter 11 Mother's Home