Since I was little, a particular emotion of mine has been associated with my mum.
Fear.
That was how she raised me, with a dead heart and threats to get me in line. It was why I always got into fights with her because while she tried to assert her dominance, I tried countering it. And as I slowly grew up and out from under her wing, we clashed even more.
I rebelled more once I realized her control over me was slipping. She didn’t like it, but I didn’t care. I grew even more bold. However, that gut-twisting emotion was always there. Fear. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get rid of it.
Even now, as she walked into the vampires’ abode, strutting in her heels with a boldness that would make one presume she owned the place, I still felt that emotion clawing at my throat, making it h
