My Immortal Boyfriend

Chapter 13

Third person POV

A story from a distant past…

How everything began, a long time ago…

A simple family. A responsible father, a loving mother and a gorgeous daughter. The amount of virtue in the old house would have supplied the neighbourhood.

It was really amazing as everyone seemed to be in heaven and self-denial was prevalent. Rest assured, her daughter Mary softened her praiseworthy efforts a bit and began to revert to the old pattern. She has a motto of "hope and busyness", but she seems to be getting more hopeful and busy, and after a lot of hard work, they felt that Endeavor deserved a holiday, and gave it a good many.

But after all their hard work and hopefulness, a certain plague almost wiped out the entire village. Her father, Vladimir and Mother, Ann got sick. She was the only person who was left feeling less… well, sick.

Before everything fell into ruin, Mary was known to be a healer. This is what they call a villager who is knowledgeable about herbs and medicines and “witchcraft”.

She decided to go on a short journey to find a rare herb to make the medication for the sickness. She thinks this can help the people from the village, especially her parents.

A most of her travels she was disappointed. At most, she spent in long writings to her mother, knowing she won’t be able to send it to them at all.

She wonders what might’ve happened to them by now and continues to journey far north to where the rare herb is theoretically to be found.

After days of journeying alone, getting sicker, tired, and famished from the journey, she finally found the place that she was looking for. A large stone opening, covered with trees and bushes, making this place harder to find if you do not have any idea about the area. She entered the cave and started looking for the so called herb. The herb thats says to have the powers to become free from any sickness, staying young and healthy. When she first read this, she was thrilled that such plant existed… but it was only in theory.

She came here looking for hope that she might save the villagers and her parents from the plague.

She searched and searched…

But the cave was empty.

Finally, losing all hope, she laid her tired body on the cave.

“This must not be the end. There has to be something” she spoke in disbelief that her journey is ending, without it even having to began.

With the glimpse of last hope, just before closing her eyes, she she caught a strange light reflected from the water below, to the top of the cave.

And there lie awaiting for the herbs to be picked from above.

Her face glistening with hope and gave a bright smile… for she thinks her journey wasn’t a waste of time.

She picked the herbs until the very last of it, leaving nothing.

She went home with happiness despite being tired from the journey.

She went home in a quiet village, what it once was, is gone. The cheerful, happy little village was no more to be found. She reached their house with her mother and father still, bedridden. She had asked someone to visit her parents while she was gone.

Without wasting more time, She started to make the herbs and experimented it before testing her parents. But most of it was a failure. She was devastated that she is left with one herb. It was her last shot to cure her parents. She didn’t know what to do. She was scared she might ruin the herbs qualities and it might not be effective.

After thinking for a long while, seeing her parents suffering and ready to give up…

She decided to just plainly boil the herbs and let them drink it and just hope for the best that it will work just fine.

She let the boiled herb cooldown and gave her parents a cup full of the tonic. She observed her parents and nothing happened.

But nevertheless, she did not give up.

She keeps reheating the remaining tonic and let them drink from it everyday for 5 days.

She was excited to see her tonic working somehow. Her parents were looking stronger day by day.

Her father, being able to slowly sit on the bed and her mother talking to her. She paid no mind to her body which was already tired… and not to mention, sick. She was also getting sicker each day as her parents were slowly healing. But she doesn’t have more of the tonic left, much less for the whole village.

After the 7th day, her parents were slowly going back to their old self… but there was something wrong. She seemed to notice that her parents were getting stronger, without eating…

Mary did have the fever, and was much sicker than anyone expected. The tonic did not work as there was so little as half a cup remained in the pot.

Baffled, her parents did not know what to do. They made do with whatever whats left from what Mary brought from her journey. Measure out the ingredients in case a minuscule amount

made the difference. But the herbs were all spoiled and withered. It didn't

matter what they did. Mary grew worse and worse.

Ann devoted herself to Mary day and night, not a hard task, for Mary was very patient, and bore her pain uncomplainingly as long as she could control. But there came a time when during the fever, she began to talk in a hoarse, broken voice, to speak to her mother but with a throat so swollen that there was no sound coming out of her mouth.

“I feel so thirsty,” her mother suddenly said.

Mary just looked at her mother as she could not do anything else from being bedridden. She was growing so weak. No one can help now, she thought. She was the only person who knew about those herbs but she knows she wiped the whole place clean and have no idea where it grows aside from that place.

“Your neck… your blood smells so good, Mary.” Her mother began talking in a daze as if she was possessed.

She knew there were after effects of the tonic but she didn’t know what it was.

Without any thought, she knowingly raised her hand, with her pulse close at her mothers mouth.

She saw how her mother’s eyes turned bloodshot red and fangs starting to come out.

In disbelief, the only thing she could do was to open her eyes in shock.

She winced in pain when her mother finally dug in deep in her pulse, sucking whatever blood remains in her body.

Soon after, she finally felt in peace… as she was dying, she thought… she did do something good, to save her parents.

And she died, smiling… drenched in her own blood.