Kenny,

I can only assume you're sleeping right now in this humid night. You asked who the father of my first child was, but I'm surprised you haven't asked about how I died.

It was an unfair, early death. I was still young when those humans decided to end my life.

I seduced a man a few nights after my heart broke. I slept with him and left the morning after. It was revolting. To this day I don't know who he was, nor do I care. All I needed was a child to continue my bloodline.

I was nineteen years old when I gave birth to Amethyst. Sadly, I couldn't connect as strongly as I'd hoped. My mind would never allow me to concentrate. It was as if my heart had frozen solid with the snow, for it was devoid of love.

A year passed, and I taught her how to hunt rabbits. She hunted well, but developed slower than a vampire. Perhaps it was an effect of having half her blood come from a human.

I shouldn't hate my daughter, but I did. It wasn't her fault she ran into another little girl four years later.

She came home one day to tell me that she'd made a new friend in the woods; a three year old girl.

I thought nothing of it at first. It wasn't until a night had passed without Amethyst returning that I worried.

I ran to the forest, calling out her name in desperation. The trees spun around me, it felt as though I would drown in that forest.

Recalling Blythe's house near this forest, I lost no time in appearing in front of it. My heart broke for the second time when I heard Amethyst screaming.

"I'm not a witch or a monster!" She'd cried. "I don't understand. What's so bad about sucking blood from a rabbit? Don't you all do it too?"

I threw myself against the wooden door and it flew open. There, I saw little Amethyst tied up against a pole in that cursed barn.

Blythe saw me and her eyes widened with surprise. I picked up a pail and threw it at her husband, who would have stabbed me with a dagger if I hadn't responded in time. He fell unconscious.

I took the dagger and used it to cut the ropes away from Amethyst.

"Mother!" She threw her tiny arms around me.

"Octavia," Blythe finally said.

I picked up Amethyst and held her close to me.

"You're the monster, not us," I glared at Blythe. "Stay away from my daughter or you'll regret it."

With that, I left. Foolishly, I hadn't realized that she'd already alerted the whole village.

They showed up the next night, torches and all. Some carried crosses, others carried daggers. And they were all my enemies.

There was no hope for me. Yet for Amethyst, I would not give up protecting her. I gave her to the cat, who would lead her to safety. Perhaps in the care of another vampire?

I kissed her goodbye, knowing full well it would be the last time I saw her. I only wish I hadn't been so cold before. I'll never forget her delicate tears, her mortified voice as the cat pulled her away into the darkness and away from the even more bloodthirsty humans.

They captured me and tied me to a post in the center of the village. I wish not to remember, but as a ghost... It's the reason for my existence now.

I burned at the stake, suffering an undeserving punishment. I hadn't killed anybody.. just the man who I put out of misery.

I lied to Blythe about the watchmen. I never killed them. I injured them and put up a facade of being a ruthless killer. And she believed it. I enslaved her without ever considering her view.

All these selfish thoughts had driven me to my demise, an unexpected death at the fiery hands of hell reaching up and peeling off every layer of skin until all that remained was bone and an unforgivable guilt.