I Became My Vampire Witch Character Chapter 66: Chapter 65: Longing of a Mother and Daughter

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When Elanore woke up, her head was resting on a different lap than she was used to. A hand reached down and stroked her hair. Elanore's vision slowly came into focus, and she saw a familiar face. Her mother looked down at her with a small smile, but there was a difference. I never knew her hair started graying. "You had everyone worried..." Elanore listened to the words, but she saw her mother's smile fade. She could hear the thumping of Penelope's heart. She could see the wrinkles that started to paint her mother's age. Ella swallowed nervously. "Mom, I'm sorry I..." Penelope lifted her daughter up into her arms. She embraced Ella into a tight hug, pressing the vampire to her chest as if she was still a little girl. Soft whimpers exited Penelope's mouth, and tears ran down her face. "I missed you so much," she sniffled between words, "I knew that you were still alive." Ella felt her mother's warm embrace, and the words made her swallow again, choking down her own tears. The two of them sat there for a while in a silence where all they did was hug each other. Nothing else in the world seemed to matter, except for a mother and a daughter. When they finally separated, Penelope looked like she still wanted to hold Ella even more. The vampire's eyes flickered around the dark temple room. They were truly alone, besides a pedestal in the center of it. She stood up and reached a hand out to help Mom to her feet. Penelope grinned and took the outstretched hand. Ella took a deep breath. "How did you know it was me? And what happened while I was out? Where did the others go?" "Those two girls told me everything. At first I was so confused, but when I saw your pink hair and that witch outfit, I knew it was true. Those two girls are nice. They gave us some space. The one girl...Naela, she told me that I should scold you." Ella's eyes widened and a small laugh left her mouth. She summoned her staff and held it in the air before casting a small light spell, illuminating the area. "I don't even know what I should start with. A lot has happened since the last time we saw each other." Penelope's eyes adjusted to the room's light. "Can you start there? Why did you stop talking to me this whole time? Was I a bad mother?" Ella shook her head. Her mother's words hit where it hurt, even if she didn't mean to. It was soul crushing and made the vampire recall all of those phone calls that she let ring. She'd even considered blocking her mother's number altogether, but the torment of the phone calls was Ella's own kind of reminder. I am not that person anymore. "No," the witchpire said, "you were not a bad mother. You were the best mom I could ever ask for, and I left you alone. I took my frustration out on you, and you didn't deserve it. I was a terrible person and did a terrible thing." "That's not..." "It is true. I resented you for all of the moving. Every time we moved somewhere else for your job, I could never make friends. I ended up feeling lonely, and I always blamed you in the end. Even though you were just doing your best to keep a roof over our heads, I started resenting you." Penelope reached out and held onto Elanore's cheeks, wiping the vampire's tears away with her fingers. "How long did you feel this way?" "It was there ever since middle school. Remember when we moved to the second house in Roggsboro? I lost the few friends I started to make, and I felt hurt." "My little Ella, I knew it was hurting you the whole time, but I didn't know how I could make you feel better. I wanted you to grow up in a nice home with loving parents. But each time we moved, I could see how much my little girl was hurting. I wanted to make things better between us. I wanted you to smile again." The witchpire sighed. "It's not your fault. I am sorry I left you alone all of this time. You say all of this, and you ask me if you were a bad mother. Meanwhile, you never blamed me for anything. No matter how much I hurt you, you still tried to call me." "A mother w