My father had always told me to keep the lord in my heart. So I tried. I couldn’t see the point of God and the devil. I thought of it as a way for people to just get obsessed with something and to teach right and wrong in a weird way. I thought it all lies. But I guess it would of helped me. We lived on a prairie. It was not hard to get lost or hurt. This was before I was turned into a vampire. It was before everything in my life screwed up and became a complete mess….
Chapter 1
I was born in Oklahoma with the name of Valerie. I was a good child and obeyed my parents. Mainly my mother. My father had passed when I was ten. Some pirates had gotten to his ship and I was left with my mother, my brother, and my sister.
I can still remember the smells of chicken in the house for supper. And the church bells on Sundays. The thing I really remember is the day my sister died. She was two years younger than me and I was to watch her. We had all went to the pond to swim since it was so hot out. My brother and me were teaching Mary to swim. Mary was my sister’s name. We named her that after the virgin Mary. My brother was Jacob. He was short for his age. He had almost died when my mother gave birth to him. But he was healthy after wards.
My sister had begged us and begged us until we gave in. Jacob was the one to teach her to float. Once she could float I would teach her to swim. My brother was good at teaching but I wasn’t. So I practiced for teaching Mary. My brother laughed at me and said “Your hopeless Val!”
“Hey! It’s not my fault God didn’t give me good teaching skills!”
He laughed again. While we were joking Mary thought she could swim. She ran out the deep end and slipped.
“Mary!” We both shouted. “Don’t go over there!”
It was to late. Jacob ran in after her and dove down. I saw bubbles and more bubbles. Jacob surfaced again and gasped for air. He was crying. Again he went under. He surfaced a couple more times and came up with her body. “She’s not breathing Val… She’s dead…”
“No she’s not damn it! Your lying!” I grabbed her body and hit her chest. “She’s not dead!” I screamed it over and over. I knew how much I screamed or demanded it, it wouldn’t matter. Jacob was right. She was gone. I laid my head on her once warm chest and cried.
“She’s with God now. Maybe it’s for the best. At least she gets to see Papa now.”
I nodded and we carried her home. I cant remember what had happened after that. My mind draws a blank.
I do remember her funeral though. It was wonderful. She was buried in a pine box in her Sunday dress and bonnet. I sat there cursing God for taking my sister. Then I realized it was my fault. Not God’s but mine. My mother would not look at me the whole funeral. Nor the others. She simply stared into the ground where her daughter was buried. Never to be seen again until we reached heaven. The good part was seeing my family again. I never saw them since Papa died.
My uncle took my hand and away from the crowd. “God damn you Valerie… You are the one causing your family to die..” He whispered and I was shocked hearing this from him. “You’re a witch… And I’ll prove it! I swear to God I will!”
“What are you talking about? I didn’t do this on purpose. I didn’t mean for her to die! It’s not my fault!”
My family turned to us and stared. The word witch had everyone’s attention even my mother. “Witch?” They whispered silently.
“She’s witch?”
“Valerie being a witch. No that can not be.”
My family was turning on me already. And I wasn’t even a vampire yet. I only remember vaguely that my uncle did all the “Witch Tests” on me. I passed them all. I was not a witch in there eyes. Well to some.
Jacob had began avoiding me because of all this. He said it was best and God said for him to stay away from me or he and my mother would die as well. It bothered me I couldn’t do anything to change their minds. I began to hate myself and wonder if it really was my fault. I would spend the next three days outside and by my self. Only to return home to a life like Hell…
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