Lucille was confused. Seeing Sheila’s current state of shock was a bit confounding. What was the matter? She thought, reviewing the dream that she had just had, correlating it with her words, to see if she had made a mistake in her recantation or had mentioned something wrong. But tried as hard as she may, she couldn’t pinpoint anything that should leave her mother this way.
Unless… she thought and looked up at Sheila, her eyebrows furrowed; unless the dream really meant something, and her mother happened to know what it meant. The more she reasoned it this way, the more it made sense. Her mother knew what her dream meant, a meaning that must be shocking.
“Mom…” She started, wanting to ask about the dream’s interpretation, but Sheila, as if knowing what her daughter wanted to ask, stood up quickly from the bed, and stalked to the door, without looking back.
“Eat up your food first. We can always talk later.” She said, before leaving the room.
Lucille sighed, watching her mother scamper out of the room.
Was the dream that bad? She wondered, picking up her fork again after hearing her stomach growl out again.
Well, she would have to eat fast then, because curiosity was threatening to eat her up already.
Twenty minutes later:
Lucille checked out herself in the mirror in the bathroom. She had decided to freshen up after eating, so that her mother wouldn’t have another excuse to prolong the discussion. When she was done checking herself out, she left her room. She went to the sitting room first, but it was empty of life.
“… must be in her room then.” She muttered to herself, turning around on her heels and walking towards Sheila’s bedroom.
The door was locked from the inside. She dropped a knock.
“Mom, open up.” She said, after some minutes of waiting for the door to be opened, but to no avail.
“Have you taken your bath?” she heard her mother’s voice ask, and smiled.
“Yes, of course. I had done so after eating.” She replied, smiling the more in satisfaction when she heard the door unlock.
“Hey… mom.” She muttered, noticing the crestfallen look on her mother’s face. What was wrong? She thought, walking into the room.
“What is wrong, Mom? Why is your face so sad? Is it because of the dream? Can you tell me what is happening?” she asked without preamble, immediately she sat on the small sized bed, her hands tucked between her laps.
“Nothing is wrong, at least, not yet.” Sheila replied, taking the position beside Lucille on the bed.
“What do you mean?” Lucille asked, readjusting herself on the bed, her eyes stuck on Sheila’s, her curiosity levels rising higher and higher.
“The dream you had is no ordinary dream. Perhaps that’s why you had slept for so long.” Sheila replied, looking at the small square shaped wall clock on the wall.
“I don’t understand. How long have I…” Lucille was asking, her statement paused when she caught sight of the time on the clock on the wall.
“11:24AM??? How is that possible? I thought… I thought…” She stammered, taking her eyes down, trying to understand how she had slept for more than twelve hours straight, without waking up for once. She has always been a light sleeper. Never had she slept for more than five hours at a stretch. And now more than 12? She thought, remembering that she had slept off by 9pm last night, immediately they had been done consuming the sumptuous dinner.
“I think it is the consequence of the dream.” Sheila replied, placing her right palm over Lucille’s left one.
“What does the dream mean? Why would I have it?” Lucille started, wanting to know the answers to the many questions in her head.
“I’m not sure what the dream means. But I believe that it’s a future event, and it is also a warning.” Sheila replied, and Lucille shook her head.
“I still don’t understand.” She said. “If it is a warning for the future, does it mean that vampires and werewolves exist, witches included? Does it mean that I would somehow meet that possessive man in the future? Does it mean that I am a werewolf?” she asked, her eyes widening, the tempo of her voice increasing as she listed the things which she considered impossible to happen.
“As a matter of fact, yes.” Sheila replied slowly, sighing deeply when she saw Lucille shoot up from the bed, incredulity shining in her eyes.
“That’s not possible!” Lucile shrieked, shaking her head.
No, this can’t be happening. This must be a dream. She thought, blinking her eyes intermittently, as if to wake herself up from a frightful dream.
“Lucille, sit. Let me tell you a story, of who I really am, who you really are; and why the dream may be a warning; for I know who is Legardo.” Sheila stated calmly, knowing that whatever was happening now, and would happen after and during the time that she would tell her daughter about her real origin would be understood by her.
She would never blame her daughter, rather she would guide her until she had gotten hand of everything that she is to know. From the dream, she had been able to deduct that Legardo was up to something real bad if he had to hire the real vampires. She was also able to deduct that her daughter was a hybrid, a werewolf and a witch, just like her.
**
“I told you that you would lose, Leonarya. You always do.” The woman prisoner cackled in laughter, not minding the pain racking her body, pains inflicted daily by the strong chains holding her captive.
“Perhaps, but the battle isn’t over yet, cousin. I will deal with you later. But for now, your daughter will be continually pushed around for your sake. She still thinks I will let you go if she gets me what I want. Besides, have you told her that you are a mother, and not an aunt?” Leonarya asked the woman in chains, who gritted her teeth, and spat at Leonarya.
“I told you to leave her out of this.” The woman said.