Why yes indeed this IS a Vampire blog and Halloween is almost here so let’s get down to business…
I admit that Vampires, even those of us who are parents, can seem pretty twisted by Regular Human standards, but when it comes down to basic facts…it’s not the Vampires you should be afraid of.
My birthday is coming us soon (153) so I’ve been thinking about people I’ve known over the years. I was thinking of going to the beach house sometime soon and remembered a couple I used to know…a couple who found themselves in a very uncomfortable situation…
A Gilded Age Horror Story
Sylvia loved the soft sweetness of her young cousin Genevieve’s mouth, the feel of Genevieve’s smooth skin on her own. The gentle innocent, yet open passion of the young girl. They were Sappho’s own daughters of desire. Every inch of her body was explored and used for Sylvia’s desires.
But then, after a summer of heated love, Genevieve turned her eyes to a boy of 16, the wealthy son of the Gold Coast. Sylvia was a married woman of 26. Genevieve, aged 16 was fascinated by the young man, as handsome and masculinity beautiful as any artwork in Rome. He was perfect. S
Sylvia would have liked him for her own but knew the boy saw her as a matron of good standing – the same standing as his own mother.
Sylvia knew he’d be like all men, rough and vulgar and warned her young lover. Genevieve didn’t see the same and found herself lost in the arms and in the bed of the boy.
Soon Genevieve found she was pregnant. Sylvia took the girl away where she gave birth to the child and died in her sin. The boy never knew. Sylvia raised the child as her own (as her own husband had been away in South America and the timing made it right that the child would be his).
Genevieve was thought to have drowned in the ocean after a morning swim. Her swim dress and hat was found on the shore, no other sign of the girl was ever found. Her parents grieved and put up a monument with an angel in mourning so that all would see for years to come the great loss of such a sweet innocent young woman. For 10 years after the boy would visit the statue and leave sprays of white roses and fragrant gardenias and wet them with his own tears of sorrow.
Sylvia hated the baby girl for killing her sweet tender Genevieve, but even hated the boy who Genevieve had loved more. For years she planned revenge. Unable to love the child she sent her off to the finest boarding school where she grew to be the image of her unknown father.
In the meantime Sylvia had children of her own, but she told the world that the first-born child was too willful and undisciplined to be brought home.
The girl, named Marietta grew to be an intelligent, sweet and beautiful young woman. She made friends easily and rarely longed for her parents or siblings.
Upon her 19th birthday, being independent and having to make her own way in the world, her father (Sylvia’s husband) found her a post as a research assistant with a wealthy explorer named Robin Hannover.
Marietta found the older Mr. Hannover to be the most attractive man she had ever met. Much to her father’s surprise and her mother’s delight she found herself falling in love with the man.
Robin Hannover, also found he was falling for his young assistant and after a year asked for her hand in marriage. She was 20 years old and he was a young strong 36. The difference in age made no difference for their love was timeless and would last forever.
Their passion engulfed them in a flame of unquenchable happiness. Those who saw them said theirs was a perfect love – the kind that only happens a few times each century.
But alas, it was not to last.
Marietta came home to find her dear husband Robin in his study, head in his hands, eyes red with tears. It shocked her to see her strong manly husband in such a state.
“My love what is it?” She cried.
“We’ve committed unspeakable crimes against nature and society. My heart breaks. I love you with all my heart and soul but I can no longer bear to look upon you or think of the passion that has transpired between us. All of our hopes and dreams are crushed in base evil.”
Tell me what has happened?
“I’m your father. “
“No, it cannot be. NO!” her hand went to her face as she looked into his eyes. His beautiful eyes were exactly the same as his. The way his hair picked up bits of auburn in the sunlight was exactly the same as hers. The shape of his fingers, the way he laughed, the curve of his ears, the sharp lines of his nose – all the same.
….to be continued.
OK now that I have your attention…Revenge is yet to come!!!!
Vampire Maman 