Milly: Contractions

TW: Milly’s Story contains Coercive Behaviour

Hunter’s voice slurred as he cursed the driver, slamming the door. He stumbled up the stairs to the front door. His legs were unsteady with celebratory alcohol. Securing a contract to perform at a high-end club was a step towards his musical dreams. He swung open the door, expecting Milly to rush to him since he had messaged with the good news. They could fall into bed, where she would do all the hard work. Milly shushed him, a tiny toddler curled up beside and cartoons playing on the TV. Hunter sobered at the sight. Selena should be sleeping in her bed. Toddlers were difficult, and an exhausted one would throw a tantrum. Selena would grow to be a pathetic manipulative woman with tears coming easy. This would upset James, and he would grow to think it was normal for women to cry. He would succumb to their foolish demands. The world would fall apart as he and every other man tried to please an emotional woman.

Milly wanted to explain how Selena suffered a nightmare. They indulged in warm, full-fat milk, comforting hugs and cuddled her favourite toy. Hunter breathed through his nose, snorting like a bull seeing red. On unsteady legs, he tried to assert himself, snatching up his daughter. Milly stiffened, fearing Hunter would drop Selena. The child sobbed at the abrupt awakening. She squirmed in his arms, begging for her mummy. Hunter snarled, unsympathetic to the quivering lips and tears. Upstairs, Milly heard him yell to silence Selena, but it woke James. A ranted, slurred speech brought quiet to the house, and Milly awaited her turn.

She tiptoed up the stairs, careful to avoid the creaky panels. Her heart raced, thundering against her chest. Milly rubbed her stomach. She could feel the squeeze. Ripples of electricity across her bump, but Milly was thirty weeks and far from ready. Muffled sobs came from the twin’s bedroom. A wave of guilt gripped her throat. Milly wanted to comfort her babies.

Hunter appeared as her hand touched the door. Her selfish behaviour was unbearable. She spent her days with the twins, teaching and playing. When they slept, all those things solidified in their minds. The evenings and nights were for the adults. Her irresponsible attitude would have a damaging effect on Selena. Milly was a pathetic role model, unable to manage the house and see her children receive the best care. Hunter closed the gap, forcing Milly to press herself against the wall. Selena would have children one day, and this worried him. Milly was a negative influence. He had a mind to kick her out once the baby was born. She felt the warmth of his hand against her stomach. The stench of his alcoholic breath made her nauseous. She clenched her fists, fighting the urge to vomit and cry.

Hunter kept his face an inch from hers, spitting and ashamed to call her his wife. He would have found another woman to take her place, but love had bound them together. Stroking her cheek, Hunter kissed her soft, plump lips. Milly had beautiful features, ones he hoped would pass on to their children. He hated to berate her, to scold her behaviour. She acted like a spoilt child, wanting to play with her favourite toys. It was wrong of her to favour Selena over James. What will happen when the baby is born? Milly needed to divide herself and show equal love to them. She must never forget her duty is always to her husband. His needs come above all others. The children will grow, leave and have families. Milly will remain with him, so their love needs to be strong.

Milly swallowed the pain of his words, feeling his hand move and the unlinking of his belt. Kneeling was hard. Her body did not move the way she wanted. Hunter huffed, his impatience served to make Milly stumble. Her knees hit the floor with a thump. It was her duty to serve her husband, to give him pleasure as an object of desire. Milly felt sick. The smell of sweat and cigarettes filled her nose. The pain in her stomach grew, akin to the contractions of her first pregnancy. Hunter’s grimy hands were grabbing handfuls of her hair. The other hand rested on the wall, separating them from the twins. Milly wished she had remained downstairs. The carpet prickled her knees. It felt hard and unyielding, like her husband. Milly squeezed her eyes tight until the moment came. Hunter patted her on the head. She was a good girl, but one still in need of punishment. He handed her a blanket and sent her downstairs.

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Milly: Clueless

TW: Milly’s Story contains Coercive Behaviour

Hunter paid the contractor what remained of her inheritance. The work extended their home to accommodate a third bedroom. Milly had stopped objecting to his usage of her money since they created a joint account. Whatever she possessed became his when they moved in together. Hunter took a tighter grip on the financial reins as a married couple, leaving Milly clueless. Women could not carry the burden of finances. He had seen it in previous relationships. The woman borrowed to maintain a life beyond her means. His wife would never have to worry about such things.

Hunter watched the twins pick apart their fish tacos. Selena liked to break down the crunchy shell and rebuild. A smaller version with the parts she enjoyed. Lettuce piled up on the side of her plate. She pouted cross with her daddy. His tone scolded, as girls grow strong by eating all their dinner. James smacked his hands down, breaking the taco and mushing it together in a sticky mess. He would consume the larger pieces in one gulp. The food would spread over his face, a toothy grin expressing his enjoyment. He lived in the present, savouring each mouthful. James had his father’s features, and a green tint altered the blonde of his hair. Hunter prided himself on creating a mini-version. The thought James would soon have Hunter’s green locks upset Milly. The blonde suited him, and it had her thick curly texture. Hunter wanted James to have everything, including a bedroom he did not have to share. He prayed this pregnancy would bring him a son, another to be in his image. They would need to curb their spending habits to raise the money for a smaller fourth bedroom for Selena. Enough for a bed, wardrobe and another baby. It seemed Hunter planned to prepare their daughter for motherhood. A long way into the future, Hunter envisaged their home filled with grandchildren.

Milly settled the twins. For the time being, they shared a bedroom. Both need the other to sleep at night. The baby moved inside as Selena reached for her mummy, asking to feel them kick. It was exciting to know they would have someone new to play with. Milly wished Hunter would let her take the children to the park, but he feared the bigger children would be mean. James and Selena had each other, and this would be enough.

Her chest tightened when the doorbell rang. Hunter had a gig that evening, and her family knew better than to visit. She crept downstairs, catching sight of the blue hair through the glass. Milly let go of the tension as Azure waved. She had not seen him since Eliza’s wedding, as he promised to keep a respectful distance. Azure waited until Hunter left, knowing the problems his presence caused. Milly ushered him inside, checking the neighbours were not watching. She doubted any would mention the evening’s visitor, but there was no point in taking chances.

He followed her to the kitchen, accepting a helping of leftover tacos. Azure watched as Milly busied herself with the cleaning, making small talk. How had he been? What was work like? And was he dating anyone? Azure was never forthcoming about his romantic life private. A gentleman kept these things secret unless it was serious. The conversation always switched to Milly and the curiosity of why she remained. Milly had the same rehearsed answer. Hunter was a good father, doting on the children and a loving husband. He provided them with everything they needed. Mostly, her family nodded and accepted she loved him. Concerned etched its way across Azure’s face, but he opted not to express it further. Instead, he extended his congratulations on both the marriage and the pregnancy.

He polished off the taco with the tea she made, milk and a hint of honey. Azure noted her checking the clock, too polite to say she needed him to leave. He placed a small rectangle business card on the table. Should Milly require anything, all she needed to do was call. She backed away, shaking her head wanting him to take it back. Hunter had her phone, and any unapproved contact made him angry. It was a risk, yet Azure assured her. These people would give her a safe space and know how to answer a call to men like Hunter.

Azure saw himself out, glancing back to see Milly snatch the card. She studied it, memorising the numbers. Two children slept upstairs, her husband at work, and she entertained for a moment being free.

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Milly: Pregnancy Control

TW: Milly’s Story contains Coercive Behaviour

She felt queasy. The rumbling stomach came soon after the wedding. Her breasts were sore, and she whimpered when Hunter pawed. He bore no sympathy, blaming her attractive appearance for his insatiable desire. In his opinion, Milly remained naïve of the effect she had on men. She blamed herself and the abundance of hormones that increased her libido. Hunter seemed to sense it, marking his territory each night. Pregnancy was a when, not if, it would occur. Milly peed on the stick and awaited the result. Fear clenched her; its grip on her life tightened. Hunter had his way, keeping her at home where he believed women belonged. Defeated, Milly found she loved and resented the unborn child with equal measure.

This second pregnancy came with an aversion to meat. The texture, smell, and taste had Milly bent double, regurgitating her meals. When she offered vegetarian dishes, Hunter met her with disdain. He swiped the plate from the table. It reminded her of the toddlers when they were sad, tired or angry. The food splattered across the floor, mixing with the shattered plate. She knelt to clean, filled with remorse for her actions. Hunter grabbed the nape of her neck, pushing her down. Her nose was an inch from the food as his voice bellowed in her ears.

The same threats he used flooded her senses. Milly would do anything to remain with her children. Her hand clutched her stomach as she tried to calm herself. Stress was detrimental to her baby, and they were in the first few months. She reserved tears for when she was alone. Crying in the shower, Milly could blame the puffy redness on getting soap in her eyes. This second pregnancy was his idea. Milly was too scared to refuse or argue. She preferred to lay beneath him, making the noises of satisfaction. Hunter loved to watch her on top, grabbing her assets and grinning. She wondered if she had missed her calling as an actress. After days of running after two energetic toddlers, Milly plastered on a smile, ready to perform.

It sounded callous. Milly berated herself for not wanting the intimacy and another child. A selfish desire to return to work denied Hunter the dream of having a large family. She shared this dream. She hoped it would be further into the future. Being young, Milly wanted to experience the world outside her front door. Hunter scolded her, believing the home was her place. Milly should have been open from the start about her choices. Their relationship required commitment and an understanding of what the future held. Hunter, as the man, provided stability. He did so using her money to further his career and renovate their home to his taste. Milly needed to believe her role meant she should find herself imprisoned. They were not the words he used. Hunter liked soft, reaffirming statements of the importance of women in rearing children. The vital part they played and the strength they gave to the man in their life. Had she preferred to flaunt herself to other men as some women did, an older man was a terrible choice. Hunter made it clear, he was looking for a wife. Her youth made him question the authenticity of her feelings. If he had misjudged, Milly should let him know.

Announcing her pregnancy brought silence from her family. It did not surprise Milly since Hunter crashed Patrick’s wedding by marrying her. She had not contacted her cousins for fear of what they might say. Hunter would not allow this and stand in her defence. He was her protector. When he was angry with her, it would be for good reason. When others were furious with her, it was a slight on them both. Hunter texted from Milly’s phone, a device she longed to have returned. The lack of congratulations fuelled Hunter’s protective need for her. He took pride in reminding Milly how they had forsaken her. They had each other and their children. It was all that mattered.

Hunter released her neck, stroking his hand down her back. It was her fault. He did not want to hurt her, but she made him angry. Milly had power over him, and when he lost control, it was because he cared. Hunter needed Milly to behave. They were to show their children a loving relationship between a man and his wife. He knew this was a foreign concept to her, raised by women. She could, yet, learn if she followed his lead. Milly could feel her hands shaking. The tension in her shoulders and neck was his hand squeezed. All she could manage was a nod. Whatever he asked, Milly promised herself. She would comply, anything to stay with her children.

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Eliza: Paw-Print Heart

Eliza tapped with furious intention, worrying Scarlett. She could hear the keyboard clacking and the annoyed huffs coming from her wife. They were awaiting the animal adoption agency’s arrival. Two gorgeous kittens would arrive to lay claim to their home. Scarlett feared they would change their mind and return the cat to the shelter. Eliza had developed an algorithm to track athletes. They and their coaches could use it to track development. It would log muscle and fat mass, water intake and diet. This design could go further in assisting the rehab of injured athletes. Eliza hoped it would ensure they were back on the pitch and at their full potential. Eliza developed the program to include other aspects, Speed, acceleration and distance. Sporting advancement boiled down to information extracted from video footage. In the future, Eliza wanted it to help scouts when looking for new players, regardless of sport. Many funding offers came from corporate backers with interests beyond Eliza’s intention. They looked to monopolise the algorithm, and its application had great potential. The contracts drawn up for her would limit the opportunities for her to find the best outlet for her work. These companies wanted to have first refusal on all future projects. Eliza knew some of her work might never see the light of day. The decision to keep the creative license of her work could be damaging to her future. Finding funding with smaller businesses brought the difficulties of competition.

Scarlett massaged her shoulders. The smell of baked bread lingered on their clothes. The voluntary work grew into a bake sale to raise money for a homeless shelter. Eliza came home to a weight-gaining display of cakes, biscuits, waffles and pizza. It offered a distraction to Eliza, who struggled with the distance from Milly. She wondered if her cousin felt ashamed of her new husband. His actions at Patrick’s wedding appalled them. The way Hunter stood, commanding everyone to celebrate the love he claimed to have for Milly. When asked if anyone objected, Eliza wanted to stand up and express concerns for the nuptials. Hunter scoffed in the silence, how everyone could see how in love they were. Milly kept her eyes on the ground, her body ridged. Patrick expressed his desire in that moment as one of disgust. He would object on the grounds it was his wedding but felt obliged to allow the proceedings.

Eliza swallowed the memory. Throwing herself into work and assisting with the bake sales filled the void. She missed her cousin, wishing they could turn back time before Hunter. Hindsight would not help Milly now. The last Eliza heard was a text, she guessed from Hunter. The newlyweds were celebrating the news of their pregnancy. Eliza wanted to hide her jealous pangs. She never thought a baby was what she wanted until Milly left. Instead, to fill the emptiness, Eliza reconsidered Scarlett’s proposal.

She stood, nuzzling Scarlett’s neck, wondering if they tasted as good as they smelled. Hand roamed and tugged the clothes, hoping there was time. Scarlett laughed, pushing Eliza back as the doorbell chimed. Cross-eyed, speckled Chandler tumbled from the crate. The man tripped it further forcing Teppei, an all-black kitten to follow his example. They shook off their ordeal and set about the adventure of their new home. The adoption coordinator waited, his impatience growing. Both pawed the bathroom door, where Dakota cried. Eliza attempted to distract them with catnip toys. Scarlett completed the paperwork, the ink still wet on the snatched documents. It did not matter. Eliza felt the hole inside heal as Chandler accepted her affection.

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Charlotte: One Step at a Time

Admitting these feelings have been present since a young age was a step toward healing. Charlotte slept for days after they met with Oliver. She failed to complete the initial tasks of getting up and dressed. It sounded simple, something done by millions of people. The weight of existence held Charlotte down. Pain flickered through her body. It was not a physical pain but one that resided in her mind and radiated through her body. It was as though Charlotte had fallen from a great height and shattered into a thousand pieces. She was a vampiric jigsaw puzzle with missing or damaged parts.

Caleb refused to let her wallow in the shadows. If Charlotte wanted to change her life, they would do it together as a family. That meant she needed to have breakfast. She came downstairs to see Cornelius had laid the table. There was a smell of bacon, smoky, meaty and mouth-watering. It sizzled, popped and cracked as the thin slither hit the pan. The fat rendered down to give a crisp edge to the tender flesh. Charlotte knew eggs broken into the same pan were being scrambled into bacon fat heaven. Caleb would serve hot buttery toast. White day-old sourdough was her favourite. He would slide it under the grill until golden. Once flipped and it achieved the perfect colour, he would spread butter, thick and salty. Charlotte could hear the crunch as she took a bite. The butter would dribble from the corner of her mouth as the bread and butter melded into one. It had to count as one of her blessings. Her stomach tolerated food. The remaining human part of her disliked the extra side order of blood, it seemed to ruin the illusion.

Cornelius patted the chair next to him, opposite the squabbling twins. Caleb placed the food on the table, serving the twins whilst Cornelius served his mum. Their son had overheard the conversations Charlotte had with Oliver. He knew it was wrong to use his sneak ability. Cornelius concerned the Ministry of Magic. His gift was common in vampires who stole blood from humans as they slept. Unlike those who could hypnotise or seduce, where the human could still refuse. The humans would sleep through the process, unaware of the attack. They would wake groggy, weakened, with flu symptoms and a brass band headache. Marks were small and close together as their fangs replaced the central incisors. These vampires needed no invitation to cross a threshold since they were a part of the shadows. They were sensitive to light, preferring the safety and comfort of a coffin. Cornelius would soon face the council of elders to discuss his immortality. If he were to master his powers, Cornelius would transform into mist. This form made him a formidable foe, one they would ‘cure’, preventing his transition.

Cornelius lived in the dark about the plans to strip him of his immortality. He wanted to help, making a promise he would study hard. He could entertain the twins and do the dishes. Charlotte seemed to lose her appetite, guilty at her son’s caring attitude. She had neglected Cornelius and rejected his presence from the beginning. Yet, he sat with her, stuffing himself with bacon dipped in maple plasma sauce. The twins were giggling as he made funny faces. Pretending the food was rubbery. He tore chunks of bread with his teeth. The sweet taste had him widening his eyes, a goofy, chewy expression. A metallic aftertaste followed. Cornelius squinted his eyes. The nose and mouth screwed up as he kept chewing longer than necessary.

The twins seemed to have forgotten the outburst of anger she directed at them. Aurora wanted down from her chair, keen to show her mother the dolls. Judy was her favourite, a superhero who could fly and make rainbows. Autumn demanded Charlotte help her slide. It was big and scary. A mummy could give her courage to brave the fast speed. Charlotte was tired just thinking of what her children needed. Caleb squeezed her hand, reminding her to eat and keep her strength up. Cornelius pinched a slither of bacon from her plate. Charlotte caught him as he stuffed it in whole. The juice trickled down as he struggled to keep his mouth closed. A cheekiness, a little twinkle in his eye, made her smile. She picked up the remaining rasher, considered it and copied her son. Caleb stepped back, surprised, as she wrestled her tongue around the chewy texture. Laughter ensued as sticky fingers tickled and flicked scrambled eggs across the table.

“Baby steps”, she thought. “Baby steps”.

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Charlotte: The Doctor

Caleb sat with Charlotte, who looked like she was waiting for the gallows. Her skin paled further. A steady open and close of blue eyes. A glossy film covered them resembling the dam at breaking point. The jaw hung loose, with lips parted and a shallow, unnecessary breath. She snuggled close to Caleb, trying to warm herself. Rich wood panels surrounded them. Like the rest of the house, it had hardwood floors with rugs thrown down to soften the space. A leather suit sat by the window. Bookcases filled with century-old manuscripts and a desk filled with intentions. Caleb convinced Charlotte one day, he would write his memoirs.

The attractive man sitting opposite appealed to both Caleb and Charlotte. He wore a pastel blue jacket and sweater, emphasising the blue of his eyes. Dirty blonde hair was curly and disobedient, held in place by sheer will. When he moved, it flopped, forcing him to brush it back into place like one of those hair commercials. The kind that made a person believe they could be this sexy if they used that shampoo. The Ministry employed humans willing to sign a non-disclosure agreement. It protected their patients. Yet did nothing to deter the patients from devouring or casting spells on those who came to help. Dr Oliver Beck was one of these humans, specialising in psychiatry.

His relaxed posture intended to persuade his vampire patients he was not afraid. A composure betrayed by a low underlying purr, a flutter of his heart, and unsteady breath when they moved. Charlotte had not felt the warmth of a human body pressed against hers in years. The taste of their skin as the blood gushed forth. She could imagine herself standing up, swaying her hips as she walked. Dr. Beck would be accommodating as she settles in his lap. Caleb would watch as Charlotte whispered loving hypnosis in his ear. She would feel the doctor’s desire stir beneath as she wriggled in his lap. Kisses would move along his neck, raising the hair on his arms. Charlotte would remove the stuffy jacket and jumper. Loosen the shirt a few buttons to slide her hand against his hot skin. Dr. Beck would be falling in love. His hands might wander over her thighs, waist and breasts. He may want to undress her, but Caleb would stop him, stepping in to remind Dr. Beck this was an illusion. She licked her lips as the desire grew, fantasising about the taste of his blood. How much did he want her? Caleb seemed to read her mind, circling his fingers across her palm and gripping tight. It snapped her back into the present and the pain of her unlife.

Dr. Beck preferred they called him Oliver. Despite the formality of their meeting, he wanted Charlotte to feel comfortable. A first-name basis, Oliver believed, made for a friendlier interaction. He reviewed the questionnaire and considered each of her answers with care. Charlotte had been uneasy with declaring herself sad and without happiness. It was selfish. The emotions appeared long before Caleb, a spiral of despair since her sister ran away. Charlotte latched onto friends, her education and Caleb. In her desperation, Charlotte lost sight of what she wanted or needed. Eliza’s departure fractured their happy home or was that a trick of her childish mind? Her father, Rylan, had such high hopes for his children. Her sister was a prodigy, gifted in music, communication and athleticism. Eliza could have achieved anything. Rylan pinned his hope on her, and when she left, Charlotte and Patrick were spare parts. They were below par. Charlotte pushed herself to be the best daughter, with talents equal to her sister. Yet, she wanted the darkness of Caleb’s world long before they met. She needed it to fill the hollow emptiness created by trying to fill the void Eliza left. With the love Caleb brought into her life, Charlotte wanted it to save her. Instead, she destroyed his efforts and the family they created.

Caleb squeezed her. None of that last part was true. He loved her and married her because of the love she gave. In a dozen lifetimes, he had loved and lost. Charlotte was different. She brought joy into his life and more love than he had experienced in all his past relationships. Caleb knew when he looked into the faces of their children. They created these vampires with the same passion. The wild temperaments of the twins and Cornelius, his focus would make him a formable force. As for Damien, a tender infant who seemed able to reach Charlotte through the black fog of her mind. Caleb wished she could see this in their children and in herself. These qualities their children possessed were parts of Charlotte and everything he loved.

Tears tumbled, she had believed for so long that there was nothing in her life bringing her joy. Getting out of bed took energy, but she did it for Damien. Holding him gave her peace. Charlotte did not know if that was a mother’s love or a blessing from the child. Oliver listened, scribbling notes. Charlotte looked between him and Caleb, not wanting them to take her children. She promised to be better. The doctor paused; he was there to help, to assess the situation and advise the couple. He understood entering their home; the children were well cared for by a devoted family. Charlotte needed to see a future where this hopelessness would stop being all-encompassing. Oliver made a promise she could, if willing, live with the depression residing in her. It may seem desolate, with a maze of ever-changing walls designed to trap her, but there was always a solution. Charlotte could be happy and fall in love with her life.

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Charlotte: Help!

Caleb found her, still soaked but now in the living room. She was huddled on a throne chair. Part of him wanted to yell, to demand she pulled herself together. But something felt different. He knelt as her side, surprised when a soft voice opened to him.

Charlotte yelled, the twins tearing her in two directions, and her patience snapped. She grew angry with their playfulness. What kind of mother cannot play with her children? Caleb clutched the wrench, a lump in his throat. Charlotte wanted to apologise to the terrified girls. They were silent. Autumn hid behind Aurora as Charlotte towered over with a loud, cruel voice. Aurora shared her mothers spirit, yelling back, demanding their daddy. Another step and Autumn ran. Aurora soon followed too tiny to protect herself and her sister from anger. Charlotte sobbed. She was the monster. The girls were right to fear her.

Somehow, Charlotte cooked enough food to feed an army and left it around the house. Damien could sit in the high chair, his eagerness to eat with his sisters apparent. He did not think much about the mashed peas, but he grabbed at the spoon when she offered sweet potato. The memory from the day made her smile, and Caleb slumped beside her, tossing the wrench to one side. He pulled her into his arms, stroking her hair, placing a kiss he hoped would feel reassuring. Her body trembled against his, and this time, it was him filled with apologies. Caleb knew Charlotte was not ready. Three children under four was too much for anyone at the best of times.

Charlotte pulled away, shaking her head. Her mother, Emilie, managed the house. She had a brilliant career as a programmer and raised three children. Charlotte struggled to get herself out of bed. She could not bear to see her children suffer in her care. As a mother, Charlotte felt unable to deliver and meet a child’s basic needs. To be a wife demanded more than she had to give. What good is an eternal life if these are the feelings Charlotte has to live with? She hesitated; when she held Damien, and it was a similar feeling to when he was inside her, Charlotte felt different. It was a small thing, but he seemed to make her feel calm. The words choked with tears; she never wanted to lose him or that feeling.

Charlotte held Caleb’s face, and her blue eyes, red and puffy, pleaded. They needed help. She needed help. Charlotte knew they could not piece her back together alone. Caleb needed her to believe they could love again. Her eyes lowered, unable to make any promises. Love for Damien was all she could manage. She pressed her lips to his. Caleb gripped her hair, drawing back her head to open her mouth. He needed a kiss, a moment he could drown in, to pretend he had her again. Caleb picked Charlotte up and carried her to the bedroom. They shared an intense kiss as they curled up to sleep. Tomorrow, they could heal.

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Charlotte: Bath time

Caleb found Charlotte curled up on the bathroom floor. On his way, he found chaos, paints splashed on the wood floor and rugs. He cringed, glancing at the kitchen filled with plates of half-eaten food. Two toddlers giggled, wandering naked on the landing. The child at peace was Damien, sleeping in his crib. Caleb followed the mess to the quivering wreck that was his wife. She curled next to the bath, hugging her knees to her chest. Water spilled over on the floor from the leaking tap. It was hard to know who or what to deal with first.

Charlotte brought the play mat, a small square cushion decorated with animals. Toys hung from two foam arches, which crossed from corner to corner. Damien laid there, left to discover amusement from the funny objects above him. Charlotte released the twins from their high chairs. A doomed attempt to herd both upstairs to the bathroom. Aurora and Autumn shared a look. Identical twins everywhere would understand. It appeared they could read each other’s minds. They took off in opposite directions, knowing Charlotte would need to give chase. It was their favourite game with Caleb, but he was too fast, an ability that came in handy at bath time. Charlotte froze, torn between the twins as they waited.

Knowing she could handle one child, Charlotte made a beeline for Autumn. The toddler attempted to wriggle beneath the red sofa. Its heavy oak frame and short feet made it difficult for her. Autumn had yet to realise how flat her body needed to go should she succeed. Charlotte watched as her head and shoulders disappeared beneath the sofa. The butt wiggled high in the air as her knees and feet tried to use the traction from the carpet to force herself under. Charlotte grabbed the legs to the sound of intense squeals. Similar to what she expected a piglet to sound like when caught.

Aurora watched with a huge grin. Charlotte held Autumn firm against her body. She prayed, as Aurora took off, she would not find mischief. Of course, this may be too much to hope. While Charlotte did not engage with her family. Over the months and years, Caleb would lie beside her, sharing stories of his day with them. Aurora thrived on leading Autumn through whatever dangers the house had to offer. Charlotte could not dwell on this concern as she took to the bathroom.

Autumn splashed Charlotte, dunking the rubber duck into the bath water. Charlotte could feel the muscles in her shoulders tightened as though she was bound. Hands wrestled with the playful toddler to remove the pancake from her hands, face and hair. The heaviness continued to grow as Charlotte lifted Autumn. A squeak from behind informed them a bored Aurora was waiting. She thought they were playing hide and seek, yet Charlotte never showed. Tired of waiting, Aurora had sought her mother. With Autumn washed, the game was back on. Charlotte tapped Autumn on the nose, telling her to play with Damien. Aurora squared her shoulders and ran down the hall as Charlotte gave chase.

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Charlotte: The Vampire Infant

The weight of her body grew heavier with each step closer to the screaming infant. She could hear the dark wood creek under her weight as her heel clicked the stairs. Her hand grabbed the stiff rail, forcing herself to face what she long avoided. Charlotte wanted to scream, to let herself fall into a never-ending spiral. Nothing came without consequences. They had this in spades as Daciana would change as she had. Or not quite the same, but still. Leaving the girls with Patrick was a chance for a human life. Something Charlotte had not wanted for herself. How could fate be so cruel, to rob her daughter of that? Charlotte gripped the wood tighter. It groaned and cracked but refused to bend or splinter, at least for the time being. The scream inside her was the same, growing under the pressure of anger and resentment. It remained quiet, waiting.

Damien had no such restraint. His voice echoed through the halls. Rich wood panels covered the stone building. It had a museum feel or some old world Charlotte had yet to become accustomed to. It was typical of buildings in Forgotten Hollow. That was the key. People came here to forget or live as the forgotten. The past, present, and future are merged here in a timeless fashion. A place to pretend life around them is not forever changing. But Charlotte remembered. Her pain never left. Her confession reverberated around her head, how she was incapable of love. Caleb had scoffed and dismissed her admission as impossible. Her vampire power relied on this ability to lure in her prey. True, it may be, but those feelings had no longer translated themselves to family. The ones she should love. Caleb had held her and, for a moment, Charlotte had wanted to believe. His kisses were to remind her it was love that brought her to him. Charlotte pushed him, an unintentional force throwing him across the room. She winced at the memory.

It was her daughter. The words made her pause. Daciana and Luliana were her children. Caleb was wrong in thinking he needed to keep the truth from her. Vampire’s hearing can recognise a beating heart, so a whisper is easy to distinguish. Everything Daciana suffered over the years was because of Charlotte. It should not have been possible. Yet here they were with a half-blood vampire tearing out the throats of the people who raised her.

Caleb had lied, saying children born of them before her change would remain human. Daciana was in pain. She almost killed Leticia. What will stop their children? Those full-blooded vampires. When they become teens, will they seek out and devour humans? Daciana had no idea what was happening and now had some stranger filling her head with nonsense. Her daughter would never be free. Caleb swallowed that last lump hard. He knew Charlotte meant herself. He had kept her captive for the first part of her change, and the pregnancies tied her further.

Charlotte leaned over the crib. She was in awe that something so small could create a horrendous noise. Damien silenced, his arms reaching for her. Neither wet nor hungry, he gurgled in her ear, happy in her embrace. He clung as tight as tiny fists could to her blouse, determined she would not let him go. She inhaled the sweet baby scent. The books said it was only the first few weeks when they were a milky bread aroma. Charlotte could smell him even now. It was odd but comforting. Charlotte found herself in this room after arguing with Caleb. The pain seemed distant as she held him. She had never felt this way about any of her children. If there was something different about Damien, Charlotte had yet to understand it. He was the reason she got up in the morning. The closer she was to him, the calmer she felt. Charlotte hated how it took Daciana to become a vampire to make her want to hold Damien. She nuzzled his stomach, breathing him in. The gurgle cleared into a laugh. Charlotte smiled, tears in her eyes. Could it be she loved Damien?

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Charlotte: The Façade

Caleb had run out of sympathy, and they were low on funds. Since Charlotte was unable to work, Caleb took work with the Ministry. Juliana and Lilith stepped in to assist with caring for the children. It was difficult for them to juggle city lives and trips to Forgotten Hallow. The choice remaining was to leave Charlotte alone with two toddlers and Damien.

In the past few months, Charlotte distanced herself from reality. They missed Eliza and Patrick’s wedding. The milestones achieved by Damien and the twins slipped by unnoticed. But, when Patrick called demanding Caleb and Charlotte help with Daciana, Charlotte broke. She complained of tightness in her chest or committed herself to a vacant stare. Sitting in the nursery watching Damien cry. None of which gave Caleb confidence in her ability to manage. Charlotte performed robotic tasks. She never engaged or seemed present in the world around her. When his sister or daughter visited, Charlotte spoke of the weather or the décor. Nothing she said conveyed her feelings or mentioned the children. Cornelius avoided his mother, saying she was hollow and empty.

Caleb felt it too. They had not been intimate since they conceived Damien. Her meals were from the plasma packs he provided as hunting ceased along with her career. He focused on the twins, giving them the best start to their day. Aurora in a blue dress, her sister Autumn twirled in orange and ran through the kitchen. She hated the high chair, squealing as Caleb picked her up. He blew a raspberry on her stomach, making her giggle, before he imprisoned her in the chair. Charlotte surprised Caleb at the breakfast table. She smiled. Gone was the nightgown. In its place, there was a patterned blouse and skinny jeans. Charlotte breezed through the kitchen. She helped herself to a plate of pancakes with plasma syrup. The babbling twins stopped to watch as Charlotte sat to eat with them. They were going to have a wonderful day. A shaded spot in the garden was perfect for playing and watching them catch bugs.

Caleb refused to believe the façade. He knew Charlotte and her changing mood. This bright and breezy approach to her alone time with their three children could be a disaster. He taught the twins to use the phone stashed in their nursery. If mummy was ill, they pressed the green phone icon. In the days leading up to this, Charlotte broke down. Screaming how motherhood tortured her, scared of the life her children faced. What use was anything she did when none of it mattered? If Charlotte could never love them, what was her purpose? How could she ever be a good wife?

Caleb kissed Charlotte, a reluctance to leave his family behind. She closed the door, forcing a deep breath. Damien stirred, and a soft cry grew in earnest for his father. The girls remained in their high chairs, playing with the remnants of their pancakes. They squished the once-fluffy texture in their chubby fingers. It grew doughy and sticky, covering faces, hair and clothes. Charlotte could tackle one challenge. She placed her foot on the first step. With each move, Charlotte trembled. An earthquake built inside as what she needed to do, and her emotions ground against each other.

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