eminence.”
We sat down to dinner, gently indulging in the first course, which was my favorite being a pomegranate sweet.
My mother kept looking at Mathias, almost as if she thought she knew him from somewhere before. Mathias met her eyes. A connection of sorts occurred, and it was as if I ceased to exist. They began to speak in a strange language I had never heard before. Annoyed with the progression of the evening, I cleared my throat.
“Nosferatu, darling. I apologize,” she said. “I suspect I had better explain.”
I glared at her, impatient and tapping my fingers.
“I figured out that I knew Mathias from before,” she said.
Mathias sat quietly, an amused look on his face.
“Yeah, Mathias already told me he was once your son.”
Mother laughed slightly. “No, Nosferatu. I’m talking about even before that. Mathias and I were some of the first angels created. You know about it. I’ve told you about it before.”
She had, but I didn’t know it was her and Mathias. My Mathias.
* * * * *
Mathias sat up and set the book down on the table. Is this who they really think I am? In a way, he hoped not. This Mathias seemed kind of an asshole.
He groped around and popped a grape into his mouth. It was a lot to think about. Why did Nosferatu and Vlad even like this guy anyway?
“Nosferatu told me to read the book. Guess there’s something in here I’m supposed to know. I hope this isn’t some weird idea to try to get me to “remember” my past life.”
Mathias picked up the book and once again dove into the story of “Mathias”.
* * * * *
Things were good for a while. Mother, and her consort, Lestan, had a child whom they named Stuart. Mathias was fascinated with the child, but unfortunately, Lestan was jealous of Mathias. He thought that Mathias was trying to steal Lilith away from him.
Mathias was unaware of Lestan’s feelings and continued to come over to the house and spend time with Stuart and I. He was finally where he belonged— with the woman who was once his mother.
One evening, Lestan and Lilith had an argument. Lestan repeatedly tried to get Lilith to admit that she was having an affair with Mathias, but she wasn’t. She tried telling him that she simply cared for Mathias, nothing more, but he didn’t want to listen. In her eyes, Mathias was the child she lost; it was Lestan that she loved romantically. But her explanations didn’t stop Lestan from starting a confrontation.
Mathias was playing with Stuart and was bending over his crib, tickling the infant’s feet. When Lestan walked in, after just having his argument with Lilith, he misinterpreted the scene. Somehow, he thought that Mathias was hurting Stuart instead of playing with him. Without any warning, Lestan attacked.
I ran into the room as soon as I heard the noise. If something wasn’t done soon, they were going to rip each other apart. I tried to step between them, but was tossed to the side by Lestan. Mother, never liking to see me hurt, tried to stop them. But in the midst of it all, Mathias accidentally struck her instead of Lestan. She was slammed against the wall and knocked unconscious.
By the time she woke, Mathias was preparing to leave.
In the meantime, Lestan was waiting until Lilith woke and lied to her, saying that Mathias had touched Stuart inappropriately. That was the reason that he gave Lilith for the fight.
Maybe it was all the stress, or maybe it was the unspent rage she kept inside, but either way, she went insane. I heard her raving about how Mathias was the supreme source of evil in the world, and she knew that the Father wanted her to blot him out. She then stormed into the sitting room and forced me to leave her home because I “brought evil into her house.”
Mathias and I fled to his lair which was in a cave he kept in the Balkans; the same cave where he had explained his childhood to me.
We managed to hide there for several weeks, but eventually, she found us.
The evening was uncommonly
We sat down to dinner, gently indulging in the first course, which was my favorite being a pomegranate sweet.
My mother kept looking at Mathias, almost as if she thought she knew him from somewhere before. Mathias met her eyes. A connection of sorts occurred, and it was as if I ceased to exist. They began to speak in a strange language I had never heard before. Annoyed with the progression of the evening, I cleared my throat.
“Nosferatu, darling. I apologize,” she said. “I suspect I had better explain.”
I glared at her, impatient and tapping my fingers.
“I figured out that I knew Mathias from before,” she said.
Mathias sat quietly, an amused look on his face.
“Yeah, Mathias already told me he was once your son.”
Mother laughed slightly. “No, Nosferatu. I’m talking about even before that. Mathias and I were some of the first angels created. You know about it. I’ve told you about it before.”
She had, but I didn’t know it was her and Mathias. My Mathias.
* * * * *
Mathias sat up and set the book down on the table. Is this who they really think I am? In a way, he hoped not. This Mathias seemed kind of an asshole.
He groped around and popped a grape into his mouth. It was a lot to think about. Why did Nosferatu and Vlad even like this guy anyway?
“Nosferatu told me to read the book. Guess there’s something in here I’m supposed to know. I hope this isn’t some weird idea to try to get me to “remember” my past life.”
Mathias picked up the book and once again dove into the story of “Mathias”.
* * * * *
Things were good for a while. Mother, and her consort, Lestan, had a child whom they named Stuart. Mathias was fascinated with the child, but unfortunately, Lestan was jealous of Mathias. He thought that Mathias was trying to steal Lilith away from him.
Mathias was unaware of Lestan’s feelings and continued to come over to the house and spend time with Stuart and I. He was finally where he belonged— with the woman who was once his mother.
One evening, Lestan and Lilith had an argument. Lestan repeatedly tried to get Lilith to admit that she was having an affair with Mathias, but she wasn’t. She tried telling him that she simply cared for Mathias, nothing more, but he didn’t want to listen. In her eyes, Mathias was the child she lost; it was Lestan that she loved romantically. But her explanations didn’t stop Lestan from starting a confrontation.
Mathias was playing with Stuart and was bending over his crib, tickling the infant’s feet. When Lestan walked in, after just having his argument with Lilith, he misinterpreted the scene. Somehow, he thought that Mathias was hurting Stuart instead of playing with him. Without any warning, Lestan attacked.
I ran into the room as soon as I heard the noise. If something wasn’t done soon, they were going to rip each other apart. I tried to step between them, but was tossed to the side by Lestan. Mother, never liking to see me hurt, tried to stop them. But in the midst of it all, Mathias accidentally struck her instead of Lestan. She was slammed against the wall and knocked unconscious.
By the time she woke, Mathias was preparing to leave.
In the meantime, Lestan was waiting until Lilith woke and lied to her, saying that Mathias had touched Stuart inappropriately. That was the reason that he gave Lilith for the fight.
Maybe it was all the stress, or maybe it was the unspent rage she kept inside, but either way, she went insane. I heard her raving about how Mathias was the supreme source of evil in the world, and she knew that the Father wanted her to blot him out. She then stormed into the sitting room and forced me to leave her home because I “brought evil into her house.”
Mathias and I fled to his lair which was in a cave he kept in the Balkans; the same cave where he had explained his childhood to me.
We managed to hide there for several weeks, but eventually, she found us.
The evening was uncommonly