“I had a dream.” Lucille started, taking in a deep breath.
Sheila sat down beside her on the bed, grasping her right hand in hers, encouraging her to continue.
“There was this man… I have never seen him before in my entire life. We were…” Lucille paused, not knowing how to say what had happened in the dream. Wouldn’t the woman, her mother, think that she was a pervert, perhaps relegating the dream to something that had been born out of her erotic fantasies. She didn’t her mother to have such a vile and untrue thought about her, unaware that a blush had coated her cheeks.
Sheila, noticing this, smiled, having an idea about what her daughter had wanted to say. The blush was enough evidence.
“You both were making out, or getting intimate??” She asked, raising her eyebrows at Lucille whose eyes went wide at her question.
“How… how… did you… know?” Lucille stuttered out, not believing that her mother had been able to read off the answers already.
“The blush on your cheeks, either out of embarrassment or remembrance of the dream, had me connecting the dots.” Sheila replied, a smile still on the lips.
“Is that all?” she asked gently, wanting to know more about this dream, even though she was already discounting it as nothing; perhaps a dream borne out of fantasies created by reading romance novels.
She knew because she had been there. Hers was worst though. She thought, remembering it had given the confidence to sleep with someone she hadn’t known, or rather she had known, but wasn’t really abreast on what he was. A mistake she no regarded as a mistake when the midwife had told her about her children.
Seeing her grown up daughter, she wasn’t sad about the incidence again, only that she had been absent for the seventeen years of her child’s or perhaps children’s lives, if the midwife had been saying the truth. She wondered where her other child was.
Was she alive? Who had taken her in? The midwife had mentioned something about a woman that had taken in her second baby, but when she had gotten to the place (for she had searched for that one first), it turned out that the woman was dead, and the neighbors had no idea if the woman had any child. But she would find her. She promised herself. No matter how long it too. Finding Lucille had been a sigh. She had taken it as one.
“Mom…” She heard Lucille beckon onto her, and blinked twice, aware that she had zoned out on her daughter. Not a good idea. She thought, noting Lucille’s furrowed eyebrows, even whilst basking under the happiness that flowed through her entire being whenever the girl called her mom.
It had first happened last night, when she had insisted on tucking the latter to bed, wanting to see her face and touch her to remind herself that this was all real, and not an imagination(something that had been recurrent since the midwife had told her about her daughters-she had always imagined how their first meet up would be, the first talks and the first laughs). After tucking the girl to bed, she had tentatively dropped a kiss on the latter’s forehead-not sure if that would be okay, before standing up quickly in a bid to walk way before the girl would ask her why she had done so. That had been when the girl had called her mom.
‘Goodnight mum.’ The girl had said, just right before she had closed the door. She had smiled so widely, thoroughly happy, even as she had dozed off fitfully like never before.
“I’m sorry.” She apologized, rubbing their hands together.
“So, what were you saying?” She asked, and Lucille shrugged.
“You are right. We were so intimate. It was so real. And that’s not all. Whilst we had been still playing around, there was a shift in the atmosphere, like something foul.” Lucille replied, and Sheila raised her right eyebrow. This was getting interesting.
“Continue…” she encouraged.
Lucille nodded, happy that her mother wasn’t at all fazed by the intimate part of the dream.
“The man I was with noticed this too, and was agitated. His playful demeanor changed to a cruel one, especially as I told him that you had contacted me through a certain mind link or something… he forbade me from contacting you. He said something about a certain Legardo and vampires. And that they were after me. He also mentioned something about mind shields and barriers. And he asked me a quite funny and weird question, after calling me a lifemate.” She stated, turning up her lips, as if in a pout as she remembered the question that had convinced her that the dream must be something wrong, apart from the notion of vampires which she was sure were not real.
“And what question is that?” Sheila asked, struggling to keep her tone even. She knew vampires were real. She knew who was Legardo. She had an iota of who the strange man who had been with her daughter in the dream was, at least she knew something about the specie that uses the word lifemate. She was afraid too, because she was now sure that this dream wasn’t just a dream. It could be a warning or a future event.
Lucille, unaware of the turmoil going on within her mother’s mind, went ahead to give a reply to her previous question.
“He asked me if I can shape shift to a wolf, without feeling pains. Isn’t that funny mom? Werewolves don’t exist. Vampires too.” She said. “Don’t you think so, mom?”
“I’m not sure.” Sheila muttered. “Anything else?”
“Yes. There was this book that I had picked from the table… like it belonged to me… though I haven’t seen anything like it before. It had intricate designs, more like the magic books I see in movies. I don’t know If you have watched some of those movies, like Harry Potter…” Lucille stated, furrowing her eyebrows when she saw Sheila’s mouth wide opened, as if in shock.
Did she say something wrong?