“Okay, maybe he’s not here,” Clawd sighed when Draculaura rang the doorbell the third time.
Draculaura shook her head. “No, he’s here! Or, at least, his car is.”
The door opened, and it was Vampira, Valentine’s mother, and she was delighted to see Draculaura.
“Why, hello, dear!” Vampira grinned, throwing Draculaura into a warm hug. “It’s so nice to see you! You look so beautiful.” Draculaura smiled at that. Vampira hadn’t changed a bit.
Vampira’s grin faded when she saw Clawd. She cleared her throat and released Draculaura. “And who is this?” Vampira asked, crossing her arms.
Clawd tried his best to smile, though he felt somewhat awkward. “My-my name’s Clawd. I’m…Draculaura’s boyfriend.”
Vampira nodded, her expression unchanging. “Ah, I see,” …show more content…
Vampira was silent, then she said in a hushed tone, “I’ll tell you what happened, but you have to promise never to tell anyone,” she suddenly thrusted a finger towards Clawd, glaring at him. “Especially you! You’re the one I’m worried about.”
Clawd was taken aback. “Okay, ma’am! Jeez, I won’t tell anyone.”
Vampira took both Vampire and werewolf by the hand, leading them inside. Once they were in the house, she sat them down at the dining room table. “Can I get you anything to drink?” Vampira asked, putting on an uneasy grin. She was trying to change the subject.
“We’re good, thanks,” Draculaura nodded as Vampira seated herself at the end of the table.
Vampira looked down at the pale flesh of her hands, sighing. “Where do I begin?” she looked back up, staring off into her distant memories. “Valentine was born with a rare heart condition. Only half of his heart worked. Since all of my other children were stillborn, he was my only hope,” tears formed in her eyes, and she quickly swept them away. “So, I asked the doctors if there was anything they could do, and they suggested an expensive kind of medicine that would help him survive,” Vampira suddenly began to sob, burying her face in her