Chasing My Hybrid Mate

One: Memories Molly I’m floating in a sea of pain. I try to look around me but there is nothing but darkness. No light anywhere I look. I wonder how I got here and where is my mom? I just want my mom. She has always made me feel safe when she wraps her arms around me. All of a sudden, I feel a wave of piercing pain run through my body. What the hell happen to me to give me so much pain? I can feel a niggling memory trying to come forward in my head. I just cannot grasp it. I pass out as another wave of pain hits me. Next thing I know, I wake up in a hallway. It is as long as the eye can see. Lined with door going down both sides. The first one I go to I open. A bright white light blinds me. When it clears, I’m in a dark room with candles lit around the room. There is a woman I don’t recognize on the bed screaming in labor as she is sitting up with her knees spread and my mother is in-between them. She is screaming at her to push. Next thing I know, a beautiful little girl is pushed into my mother's arms. When I look at the baby’s face, she has the clearest blue eyes, just like her mother. I must have passed out again because when I wake up again, I was back in the hallway. I shake my head and walk down a way on the opposite side, I chose another door. I turn the knob and walk in. The bright white light blinds me again. Then I see myself skipping down a road on the way home to our little house that I lived in with my mother. As I see what’s happening, I am remembering my past, no matter how painful it is. It’s like I’m watching a movie of my life happening around me. I look back at that clueless girl and just watch: I’m walking back to my house I share with my mom. I was so happy that she finally let me go to the market by myself. You see, my mom always told me I’m special. I’m a vampire human hybrid mix. I don’t really understand what that means. You see, my mom has always kept me at home and taught me everything that others learn at school. I always wanted to go to school with others my own age but mom said it’s impossible. I will never be like those other kids. When I asked her why, she gave me an explanation that I still don’t really understand. She told me, even though I look like them, I am not mentally the same age as them. That vampires age differently. While we are 20 years old, we only look 15 in human years. We hit our growth stages, and mentally we are very different. We are not fully mature until our early to mid-thirties. I’m only about four years away from my thirties now. When I had made it home, the door was half way open, which confused me. I didn’t understand that I might be walking into. I opened the door and walk into the house, calling for my mom to tell her all the fun I had going to market by myself. When I came to a dead stop, seeing my mother being held by knife point, “Aw, come in, little one, and have a seat. We have a lot to talk about.” I look around and see three other men staring at me. The man holding my mother points me to the couch.” The memory starts to fad away. I’m back in the hallway. This memory is a hard one to digest and has me in tears. I now remember that I have not seen my mother since they first took us. The last time I saw her they had cut out her tongue and told me if I didn’t do as told, they would kill her. I’m still rattled as I walk down the hallway touching the door as I go. I don’t know if I have the courage to open another door. Somehow, I know that I have not lived a good life. I think I have become a monster. I come to a door when I touch it, it gives me a shock. I stop and stare at it. Do I have the nerve to open the door? I lean my forehead on the door as I take a deep breath. Letting it out slowly, I turn the doorknob, opening the door and walking into the room. A bright flash blinds me. I blink my eyes a couple of times as my vision starts to clear. I’m watching as a female is in a corner of a cell cowering, shaking, and dirty. I watch as a male unlocks the cell door, entering with two guards. I watch the scene unfold and remember everything that happened that day. I open my eyes and see my father Oscar entering my cell with Tweedledee and Tweedledum. “Morning Molly, my sweet girl. Are you ready to comply with my wishes yet?” I stare at him. Yesterday he had brought in my mother. Telling me if I didn’t do as I’m told that he would kill her. My mother looked so sad and hurt, I tried to talk to her. “Momma are you okay?” She just started at me. That was when I seen a line of blood running down her chin from the corner of her mouth. I snap my eyes back to my father. “What’s wrong with my mother? What did you do to her?” My father smiles at me evilly. He grabs my mother and forcefully opens her mouth by squeezing her chin. Her mouth opens and blood comes running out. Her tongue has been cut out. “Now, you will do what I tell you or I will start cutting more parts of her off.” I open my eyes and I’m back out in that dreadful hallway once more. I lift my hand to my face to wipe away the tears. I remember that was the last time I had seen my mother. I could tell her face she was so scared and in so much pain that day. You have to remember at that time I am still mentally a child raised alone with only my mother. She was and still is my whole world. I would do anything to get her back. So, just like any child, I did what I was told. I don’t pay attention to the next door I open. When the light clears this time, I’m back in the same cell. The girl is still in the corner curled up with her clothes hanging off of her like they are rags from the multiple beatings that have already been given. I watch as my so-called father walks into the hallway and opens my cell doors holding a curled-up whip in his hand. I know this memory is going to be a painful one. I hear the keys jingle as the lock is turned in my door. I piss myself because I know what is coming. The last handful of times I had disobeyed my teachings I had received a visit from my father. Oh, I’m suppose to call him daddy. “What have I told you about being a good girl?” I hear the snap of the whip and I scream out trying to make myself smaller in my corner. Maybe if I make myself small enough, I will just disappear. “Stand up you good for nothing child.” I start to sob. I don’t care, I don’t want to do anything this evil man says I have to. “Get her and hold her still.” I hear the whip snapping again as I feel his goons picking me up off the floor as I scream. I open my eyes and I’m back out in the hallway with my head killing me with all the memories that have come back to me from then. Oh, my Goddess, I was treated like a monster until I became a monster. I started doing exactly what he wanted and trained me to do. I start to remember the training I had to do. Learning the text books to be able to start high school with the humans. He also made me watch videos on how to please a male sexually. I didn’t like those movies. I come upon a door that is red instead of steal. I look at it as dread washes over me. I don’t want to open the door, but it’s like I don’t have a choice. I turn the knob and walk through the doorway. I open my eyes to see a female standing over me while I’m sitting in the middle of a bed. I had completely forgotten about this female. My father had brought her is to teach me everything I need to know about being a female and how to please a male. I look around the room and realize where I’m at as the memories from this place come crashing down on me. I squeeze my eyes shut. I don’t want to remember or relive this moment. I cry out in pain, keeping my eyes shut. When I dare to open them I breath a sigh of relief. I’m back out in the hallway with the endless doors, but at least I don’t have to relive that pain. I don’t think I would survive it. No one should have been subjected to the pain I went through. Defiantly not a child which is exactly what I was at the time. I sit down in the middle of the hallway. I just need a moment to breathe. I wonder why I’m here, what happened to me to send me here wherever here is. I put my head in my hands as Emerson’s face flashes through my minds eye. I sigh, wondering what horror I put him through and do I want to remember.