Introduction: Vengeance is Mine Part 1
<I sharpened my knives as I waited in the hotel room for the male. I had been tracking him down for weeks after he had beaten his shellan to a bloody pulp and left her to die. Thank the Scribe Virgin, a neighbor knew about the domestic violence hearing him scream and yell that night and went to go check on her. Though she was human, the shellan gave her Haver’s Hospital number and explained it was a private hospital and they got there just in time to get her in an ambulance and back to Haver’s. The medics took care of the human’s memories and replaced them with an actual human hospital ambulance.
For months, I listened to her story about how her hellren beat her whenever his bad mood struck ever since the lessening society attacked the glymera causing an effect on all civilians who worked for them. It wasn’t a new story or even the first that I have heard, unfortunately. I started volunteering at #SafePlace as soon as it was built but also freelancing as a counselor at St. Francis Hospital in Caldwell for many years. Though I may need to apply to a new hospital or women’s shelter soon … they’re beginning to notice that I wasn’t aging. Many of the nurses were already gossiping that I had monthly botox or a really nice plastic surgeon on speed dial.
They would never know or understand how my looks were a weapon I used to ahvenge the females hurt by their mates. Human and vampire alike. All males were the same … they can never keep it in their pants. Especially the sadistic ones who thought they could take me down easily. They always underestimated me.
When I was younger, I knew my father must have beaten my mahmen on several occasions. I could never convince her to go to #Havers. When I tried to plea to the household doggen, my mahmen would always deny it and provide a different excuse for the marks or injuries. I was only a child, I couldn’t convince my mahmen or the doggen or anyone else to stop my father. Every day, I endured seeing my mahmen’s skin in a kaleidoscope of blue, purple, yellow and greens around her neck and wrists where I could see. Not knowing what she may have been hiding under her long-sleeve floor-length gowns. She was constantly crying and sleeping. I shudder now that I’m older and realize how much worse it was where I couldn’t see. In the end, around the age of ten, he ended up killing her and getting away with it saying she had been clumsy and fell down the stairs that explained most of the injuries that no one questioned. Though I remember holding hands with my great uncle Dredrich when he arrived to see the nurses and #Havers moving the body to the gurney and into their ambulance and his hand hurting mine as he saw his niece and I also remember the heated argument behind closed doors between my father and great uncle.
It was after my mahmen’s unexpected death that my great uncle Dredrich took me out in the field and gave me my first dagger the day after the Fade Ceremony. I thought nothing of it. Just my great uncle keeping my mind off my mahmen’s death and teaching me something cool. He did tell me never to tell my father about my lessons but I thought it was because it was considered “unladylike” for a future Glymera socialite.
As I first started to show signs of maturing, I saw him more and we spent many more afternoons together, when I wasn’t in school or having lessons in the arts, I started learning different disarming moves and attacks. He taught me to sharpen knives and how to keep them hidden in my clothing in ways where I didn’t hurt myself. He made me beautiful custom-made sheaths that would strap to my arms and thighs and allow me easy reach at all times. Their supple leather was exquisite and I wondered how my great uncle procured such finery. I spent the rest of my childhood oscillating between being a proper Glymera daughter socialite that my father was constantly grooming to a happier child learning how to defend myself with knives.
It was years later that I found out that he never approved of his niece’s mating to a member of the Glymera. He had heard stories of his licentiousness and debauched behavior regarding females of all ages. It wasn’t until I grew older preparing for my unveiling to the Glymera, that I truly understood what my great uncle was /really/ trying to prepare me for …
A knock at the door released me from my memories, I hid the knives under my leather jacket and checked my appearance in the mirror above the dresser and ran through how I was going to teach this male a lesson he won’t soon forget.>
