My name is Amalie. I live in Moonlight Falls with my mother and father. I go to school every day, sometimes I forget to do my homework; other times I just don’t want to do it. But even though I don’t like homework, my grades are good and I don’t detest school all the time. Mostly, but not all. I’m not much of a trouble maker and look forward to being able to help my mom out with the garden. We have a maid so there isn’t much to do as far as chores (thank the gods – my schoolmates are full of stories of garbage and cleaning showers and all sorts of disgusting things their parents make them do). I’d like to help out in the garden though. See, my mom is… a little different. Actually, we’re all a little different – that’s why we moved to Moonlight Falls. At least here not every non-magical person you meet runs screaming for help. Here our kind can co-exist. At least, that’s the plan – and Mom and Dad’s main selling point on moving here. But Mom… well, see, that’s the problem.
Here’s my mom and me when I was little:
Isn’t she beautiful? And her wings… Yes, my mom is a fairy. She has beautiful blue/green skin and iridescent wings and the prettiest smile. She can make anything grow, and she has this cool little house that she can shrink down to fit. I miss her when she goes in her house, but I guess that’s just something she needs to do sometimes. Here she is in the garden – she grows all sorts of cool things – veggies for us and for some of the businesses in town that she sells to, and more mysterious plants whose name I know, but not what they are for. Mom says when I get old enough to help out, she’ll start teaching me about them. I know I’ll never be the gardener she is, being a fairy and all, but I really want to learn and I hate it that I can’t help yet. My mom says I’m too young to handle some of the herbs and plants she grows. I don’t see why and she won’t explain it. “You’ll have to trust me, love” she always says. I do trust her, but I still want to help and sometimes I think she’s being terribly unfair. Other times I wonder if she just wants that time to herself – maybe she needs to commune with nature or something. Commune is one of my spelling words this week. An appropriate spelling word is always nice. Anywayz, the picture:
She spends a lot of time with her plants – it would be nice to be able to spend all that time with her instead of doing stupid homework and reading.
This is my dad. And I hate him. Why did she have to pick a vampire? Not that I really dislike vampires, because I don’t. They’re cool people, a long as they aren’t too hungry. Not so different than anyone else I guess. It’s not that he’s a vampire that I hate. It’s that his being a vampire made it so I’m a vampire too. I don’t want to be a vampire and I certainly don’t want to be blue. How did I become blue, anyway? My mom is a beautiful almost turquoise color and my dad is a boring white color. Why blue???? I hate it. I hate that I’m a vampire and I hate him because it’s all his fault. He’s always trying to talk to me, as though he had nothing to do with all this and I can’t stand to even be around him. Because every time I look at him I’m reminded of what I am, and what I’m not and will never be, no matter how much I want it. I hate him.
The other day, my mom came up to talk to me. I knew it had to be something important because as busy as Mom is, she rarely looks for me to just talk. Turned out I was right… She’s pregnant. I’m going to have a baby brother or sister, she says. She’s so happy, I can’t bring myself to say anything or act any way except happy. But here, where no one can judge it, I can be what I am. I’m mad! Another baby?! And I bet, no, I somehow know the new baby will be a fairy and have beautiful wings and be everything that I can never be. It’s so UNFAIR!!!
Last night, Mom came up to read me a story. A story? Really? Like I’m a little kid. She was just practicing – getting used to doing that again for the new addition. That’s what I’m calling it – the new addition. It will be new and better and exactly what my mom wants, and then what? Then I’ll never see her and she’ll spend all her time with the craphead little fairy. She read me a story about the Queen of the Fae, but I couldn’t really tell you what happened in the story. I kept looking at her wings and getting lost somewhere.
I imagined myself as the Queen of the Fae – as the ruler of them all! Wouldn’t that be just the best thing in the world? I told Mom that, and she just laughed. She said being a fairy wasn’t all fun and games, same as being anything else wasn’t. I’m not sure what that has to do with anything, but that’s what she said. Seems to me life would easier, not harder, if people were what they wanted to be.
I must have fallen asleep in the middle of the story because I don’t remember the ending or that we even got that far. It’s really stupid, I know, but I think I’ll ask Mom to finish the story tonight and I can dream about having wings too and ruling all the Fae.
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Little did Amalie know, but her mother heard her daughter’s longing to be a fairy and the pain that desire was causing. Aimee suspected it would cause long term problems for her little one if something wasn’t done. But what to do? A vampire is a vampire – there wasn’t any way to change that. Was there?
Aimee knew she needed to do something about Amalie’s dilemma. She didn’t want her daughter to hate herself. But more than that, if this new baby was a fairy, Aimee was pretty certain that would do nothing but cause problems and resentment between the children. She wanted to do whatever she could for both of her children. It didn’t matter to her whether her children were fairies or not, although somewhere deep inside, she had to admit to wanting a fairy child, a child to carry on her bloodline in the Fae world. But that desire didn’t compare with the desire to see her daughter happy. She’d think of something to help Amalie through this. She didn’t know what… but there had to be something. That resolved, she kissed her daughter goodnight.
“Don’t worry, little one,” she whispered. “Everything is going to be ok. Standing up, she spoke to the as-yet unborn child. “Everyone wants you and your life will be a joy, little one. I’ll make sure of it.”
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I didn’t want to get up the next morning. More school. More being around strangers who didn’t understand – who couldn’t understand. Some of my classmates think it’s cool that I’m a vampire. What a bunch of morons. On my first day they wanted to know if I was going to suck their blood. I thought I was going to scream. Anyone could have told them that vampires don’t have the desire for blood until they’re grown up and even then, there were alternatives, so sucking blood didn’t even have to happen. As if I want to do that. Gross! How can they possible think that would be cool? Idiots.
I spent the day doing everything I was supposed to do. Not because I wanted to do it, but because I didn’t want to be bothered. I’ve noticed that if I get everything done and just keep my head down, the teachers leave me alone and focus on the kids that need help. While they’re busy, I read ahead. They probably think I enjoy this stuff. I don’t care – so long as they don’t bother me. I don’t think I can take it today. The new addition will be here any day now, and life as I know it, sucky as it is, will end. Mom says I’m smart and that I learn really, really fast. She says it’s part of being a vampire. As if learning things fast matters. I could be a fairy with wings and learn slower and it wouldn’t bother me a bit. I could be beautiful and dumb and it would be ok. As long as I was really, really beautiful, that is. And if I had wings, I would be.
I stopped at the library and the park on my way home. Mom wasn’t really paying attention when I called. I could hear outside sounds so I figured she was in the garden. As usual. She gave me an offhand “be careful, love” before she hung up. I wanted to be angry, but I know how Mom is when she’s gardening, so even though I wanted to be mad, I really wasn’t. When I got home, Mom was just finishing up, and she actually had time to talk. It was so good to see her – to be the only thing she was thinking about. It was really nice. Until she said she thought she’d be going into labor soon and that I’d have a new brother or sister. That just ruined everything.
She could tell that upset me, because she started telling me how great it was going to be, and how I was her first born and would always have a special place in her heart, blah blah blah. Yeah, I’m her first born – her first born vampire child. Great.
Mom went inside and I went up to the porch to sit and just look at her garden. One of these days she was going to let me help and then she’ll want to be around me and need me for something. Then everything will be ok.
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Life, however, had other plans. While Amalie was busy plotting how to monopolize her mother’s time, her mother was busy with other things.
Aimee didn’t like human hospitals, and opted to have her children at home. Why she thought the bathroom was the appropriate place for that I’m sure I don’t know. But after a while, she had a new life to announce to the world.
“I not only did it alone, but I have here the next Queen of the Fae!” She grinned at how she sounded, but didn’t really care. The baby was a fairy and something inside her that had been knotted tight without her even knowing it was there, let loose and settled into place. “Finally. Someone to teach the family secrets to. Someone to keep the Phelan name alive in the Fairy world. I name you Antigone Phelan, rightful heir to the Phelan Fairy holdings. Long may you live.” Had she known her window was open and that she could be overheard, she may have waited to rejoice in the Fairy birth. Unfortunately, however…
Tune in next time to see where our story takes us. Does Amalie come to terms with the situation or does she try to kill the infant in it’s crib? Will Aimee be able to maintain peace or is all-out war on the horizon? And where the hell is Dad, anyway??? If you don’t come back, you’ll never know.