The Ultimate Vampire Resource and Directory

(I add these lines from the prior story in order to keep the time line right.)





"Zoey, this is Chris. Chris, my youngest daughter Zoey. Zoey watch over him and train him, Jackass killed his mom two years ago and I found her body."



"Ok mom but we have to talk later. You obviously haven't told me everything."



"Sure hon, when we are done."





Chris was still dealing with the loss of his mother. I knew from the moment they met, that Zoey and Chris were to be. It saddened my heart to know that the close walk my daughter and I had shared would be soon ending but he was a good man and worthy of her heart. I could not hold my pain against him.



One night shortly after we had returned home, Zoey came to me as I stood on the balchony of the home the three of us now shared, and stood next to me quietly, her head hung and tears flowing from her eyes.



"Mom, you will be so upset with me when I tell you what I have done, I don't know if I can bare to tell you."



"Perhaps you will be pleasantly pleased. Go on just tell me straight ok?"



"I know we are not supposed to turn mortals but I couldn't help myself mom. I can't help the way I feel about him. He is my heart now, if you can say I have one. I can't be without him and I knew if I didn't I would have to send him away. Please don't hate me!!!"



"Hate you, how could I have hate my dear blonde haired angel? I love you, you know this! Besides, I knew what would happen if I brought him to you. I knew you would love him, because I do. I knew you would want to protect him, because I do. He is quiet enduring isn't he? I knew we together could give him a second chance to live. Really live. That is why I brought him home to you Zoey. I knew what would happen but it was not my place to turn him, you had to do it. It is not my place to stand at his side, no more than it is my place to stand by yours in this way. You were meant for each other, take care of that."



With that I hugged her, began to cry and walked away. Thoughts of all that we would share and what we would not ran through my head like a 6 lane freeway. She tried to follow and I raised my hand to stay her. She let me go quietly into the dark, sobbing and gathering my strength for the job of slowly letting her go.