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 Chapter 89: Forgive Her
Posted: Jan 16 2008, 10:35 AM

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Forgive Her

On a warm summers eve six months later, a beautiful baby boy was born in the mouldy shack that was now Sybell Vellous’s home. Giving birth to a baby in secret and in those conditions wasn’t exactly a picnic. Several times Sybell had reached for her mobile to call somebody for help, but she could never bring herself to do it.

Nobody was allowed to know. Where would it land her if they did? People would gossip behind her back, point at her, laugh at her, spit at her feet… It was bad enough being known as Ilsa Vella’s former “best friend”.

Sybell looked at the tiny pink baby in her hands and felt a tear roll down her cheek. Her heart was already full of love for this child, which just made what she had to do all the more painful.

In the dead of night, so that no one would see her, she followed the road to the Widbode Woods. She had heard a rumour of the Ivanova girl and her boyfriend moving into a house in the woods somewhere. That was her destination.

She would have missed it if it hadn’t been for the mailbox glowing slightly in the moonlight. There was a dirt path in the moss that probably led up to their house, she guessed, and followed it for a little while, holding her baby close.

The air was uncomfortably warm and muggy and she jumped when an owl hooted in a tree near her. For goodness sake! Get your act together!

She could see the cottage now. The lights were on and she could see two people moving around inside. Sybell took a deep, long breath. This was it.

Trying hard not to look at her baby, she knelt down onto the ground and wrapped him in the only warm blankets she had. Then she laid the bundle down in the moss and took a step backwards.

The baby started crying. The sound was like knives against her eardrums. Sybell winced but forced herself to walk away. This would have been so much easier if she had still been a vampire. But it really was for the best, she told herself. It was for the baby’s sake. She was no mother, and besides she couldn’t let her child grow up in the dump she now lived in, with no money or running tap water. She was too ashamed to show her face at her parents’ house and ask them for help. She didn’t deserve their sympathy after having torn their family portrait to pieces in front of their eyes just to hurt them and all the insults she had hauled at them after they had turned back into fleshies.

Leaving her baby with Teyla and Sage was the best thing she could think of. They would take care of him and give him the love he deserved.

Before she disappeared into the dark night, she turned back to take one last look at her son lying there, crying, in his bundle of blankets in the damp moss.

“Forgive me, baby.” She whispered, tears streaming down her face.

When the front door to the cottage opened, Sybell was gone.

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