“There once was a vampire,” my mother began in a calm voice, “blessed with power and good looks.”
“Who is he?” I cut in, eager to know.
My mom shot me a look and I quieted down immediately.
“Joseph Samuel Carmichaels,” she breathed out and I saw her grimace for some reason. “Despite his power, he hungered for more.”
“You don’t seem very fond of him. Please tell me he’s not my dad.” I begged.
“Nope,” she popped the p. “Worse! He’s your grand-father.” She chuckled humorlessly.
“What did he do?” Tears began to choke me for some unfathomable reason.
I watched as my mom averted her eyes and I believed it was because she was on the verge of crying.
Were my mother’s feelings projected into me? What was this resonance I felt all of a sudden?
“Let me tell you the tale of the Carm
