Mama Who Bore Me

[Maud Rutledge]

TAG: @Velda Aesalon
WORDS: 237
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NOTES:
DATE: August 22nd, 1885

Very much against her better judgement, Maud had slowly made her way to her mother's home, avoiding people as much as she could and staying stationary during the day to avoid the sun. She had now learned how painful the sun was and didn't want to risk it again. She might still want to end her life but it was too painful and hadn't been fast enough. She was a coward, that much she knew. She was too much of a coward to end her own life, too much of a coward to deal with the pain instead of putting other people's lives at risk by lengthening her existence.

Finally, she was there. It was dark and well after sunset but she could sense the nearest people in their homes. The urge to attack had been so hard to resist in the day she had been outside of the forest, that she had taken to biting her hand just to stop herself. It had mostly worked but now her hand looked like a pin cushion. Maud hoped she wouldn't dare try biting her mother, not that she had anything left to fear from the woman - if her own mother ended her life that could only be a good thing.

Tentatively, she raised her not chewed hand to the door and knocked. She'd probably give the woman a heart attack and then she'd feel even more terrible.
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[Velda Aesalon]

The knock on the door roused Velda from a delirious half-doze that had taken over her body without her consent about twenty minutes before. She had barely slept at all this summer, especially not in the last few weeks since she had finally been told what was going on with her daughter and oh god the door!

Stumbling to her feet and wrapping her dressing gown tighter around her continuously chilly shoulders she made her way to the door, quite sure it was going to be a nuisance that she could unleash some of her ire on, rather than the person she actually wanted to see. The likelihood was that she would never see her again and she was in fact doomed to lose one of her children each summer until she had no more to lose. Perhaps next year she should lock Ezekial and Catherine in the house so they couldn’t fall victim to something terrible?

No doubt she would be seen as the villain but at least they might escape death’s clutches!

Opening the door her heart stopped. Actually stopped, she was sure of it. The bedraggled, burnt, pale as death, wretched and ragged looking thing at her door was almost entirely unrecognisable but no magic, dark or otherwise, could stop Velda from recognising her.

“Maud?”

  

[Maud Rutledge]

TAG: @Velda Aesalon
WORDS: 177
OUTFIT
NOTES:
DATE: August 22nd, 1885

Maud flinched backward as the door opened; for once it wasn't because she was afraid of her mother, but because she was afraid of herself. "Mama!" She didn't know if it was because she was so relieved to see her, or if she just wanted to sink her teeth into her poor mother's neck, but she couldn't seem to stop herself from trying to embrace her. Making up for Maud's inability to control herself, was the doorway which saw to it that not even a toe got over the threshold.

Feeling a weird mixture of rejection and relief, she slumped to her knees and sobbed. "I'm sorry! I'm s-so s-sorry, Mother!" she wailed. Her apologies being for getting turned into an undead blood sucking creature, for potentially just trying to kill her, for being a terrible daughter... Everything. In the end it all came back to her being so horrifically weak and cowardly. She felt like she had already died but her body was trapped on the wrong side of everything. Technically speaking, she had died.

  

[Velda Aesalon]

It was her! Even if… no, it was her and that was that even if things had clearly changed dramatically. And dear Merlin they had certainly changed if Maud was sobbing before her in the early evening, even if her oldest daughter had always been a little emotional she had never been this bad and- Oh god Maud was crying and she was just standing here!

The invisible force that protected her ceased to be any use when Velda immediately crossed her own threshold and lowered herself to the ground in front of her daughter, reaching out to grasp Maud’s shoulder under a shaking hand. She was no fool: the red eyes would have given it away even if she hadn’t known already, and she knew that Maud was dangerous now, improbable though it was.

“Maud dear, shhh, don’t cry.”

But she was still her daughter and Velda was damned if she was going to stay outside where anyone might come along!

“If I invite you in will you be able to control yourself?”

  

[Maud Rutledge]

TAG: @Velda Aesalon
WORDS: 144
OUTFIT
NOTES:
DATE: August 22nd, 1885

Maud shied away from her mother as she came far too close. The knowledge that the cure for the torturous hunger she had felt for months was right next to her, that all she had to do was give in to her so far un-indulged instincts, was maddening. She forced herself to imagine her mother dead as graphically as possible so as to make what she wanted to do so repulsive that the urge would dissipate.

"I d-don't know," She honestly didn't know how long she could fight. She was still trying to force herself to think of her mother dead, if not to deter herself then to distract herself from thoughts of biting her. "I'm so hungry, Mother," she murmured, part of her hoping it would make her mother retreat to the other side of the doorway so she would be safe.