Katarina Night has been alive since the Salem Witch Trials in 1692. Surprise Surprise, she's a witch. Since her mother was caught and burnt alive for doing witch craft, Kat has been in the care of her aunt.
Now it's the modern day, Kat live...
Allow myself to fall at the feet of Damien Blackwood. It would be so easy to love him; yet all dangers of that life. In all walks of life it is dangerous to live. Especially my life.
The rain from outside had quit it's pouring. A little sunshine through the clouds casts a shadow against the castle walls.
I get dressed, then walk down to the castle gardens. The servants were quick to regrow the garden; the roses remained the same. Not one trace of ash or dust.
What do I do with Damien?
He clearly stated his feelings for me, but my pride is far more higher than I expected. It sounds easy enough to say three simple words; but all the power they hold.
"Mommy!" A little girl runs around the corner and into my legs. She hugs my legs in a deadly grip, like I would vanish in a second. She had dark brown hair that was almost as long as her; I had yet to see her face.
But when I did, there was a slight familiar feeling in me. Brown eyes with cubby round cheeks and a bright innocent smile. A smile that could light the world with goodness.
"I'm sorry, I'm not your mother. Where is she?" The girl looks at my strangely; curious little thing.
"What's your name? Mine is Kat."
"Aurora."
"That's a beautiful name."
"Thank..."
"Aurora! You know you can't run off like that..." Surprisingly, Damien of all people comes around the corner. Calling after the little girl with the bright smile.
"I'm sorry daddy...I saw mommy and I got excited." That's when it clicks.
Brown hair. Brown eyes. Full lips and fat cheeks. She looks exactly like me when I was a child. She called me mommy; called Damien daddy.
Aurora is my daughter.
Aurora leaves me and runs up to Damien. Immediately, he picks her up and kisses her cheek. A cute laugh erupts from her as he sets her down.
Here I was thinking I could go back to Damien. Yet here he is with the lie of the century. We have a child together. A child that I have no memory of.
If he thinks that I will love him after this lie...he has another thing coming.
"Aurora, I have to talk to your mother. Can you please go back to your babysitter?"
"Okay. Promise me we will have a play date though."
"I promise princess."
"Bye mommy!" Aurora yells as she leaves the gardens.
I think I might faint.
"I know what you're thinking..."
"How could you even know? I have a daughter...a child I never knew existed."
"It's not your fault. It's mine."
"How? When? Explain everything. You lied again."
"I'm sorry. It was for Aurora's and your protection and safety."
"Did you ever have the intention of letting me meet my daughter?"
"Yes. I just didn't know how to tell you."
"Explain to me how this is possible."
"Centuries ago, there was a time we were together. A time that your aunt and I, both erased your memory of. For our daughter's and your safety. You had to leave because of your aunt. My kingdom, you and Aurora were being threatened."
"We we're together?"
"Yes. We were in love. You had managed to get away from your aunt for a long time before she found you again. I found you and we fell in love. We got married and had a baby."
"Aurora."
"Yes. You are the one who named her."
"I have no memory of this."
"That's my fault. Soon enough I will return your memories."
"I can't...beginning to describe how mad I am at you right now."
"I understand that, but..."
"No buts Damien. You said that I had to figure out what I wanted. I want the truth! And you lied to me...again. And about my daughter!"
"It was for her protection and yours."
"I don't care. She's my daughter. And you kept her from me." Without thinking of my next actions, my hand comes flying across his face. I whip my back to him and walk off.
I couldn't stand to look at him anymore. This lie; this lie I can't get past. Sure, he killed my aunt. So what? She was a pain.
But my daughter...
That's different.
All the time lost, yet she was still very young. How could I stand there and not realize it sooner? My own flesh and blood; My baby. She obviously remembers me, here I am not having a clue.
She is an exact copy of me as a little girl. Just without the freckles; Damien genes. Like me, half witch and half demon. But the daughter of the devil must be different.
I understand why Damien did it. For our protection and shit; but you never keep a daughter and mother apart. I will never forgive him for that. I don't care if I'm on the run, I want my daughter with me. She's my baby.
On the other side, how can I be a mother and deal with my own problems at the same time?
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This is the closet picture I could find that matches my image in my head. Picture brown eyes and no curly hair.
Sorry about the short length of the chapter. I did try to get a chapter out. School is only beginning and it's crazy.
