This story is set after Leaving the Nest and before The Necromancer and the Nymph
Rating: Teen
All characters, except for Vivian, Igorth's mother and Count Lamian (c) Cosgrove Hall Vivian, Count Lamian, Igorth's mother, story (c) to me, Steffie
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Igor's Daughter: The Offspring of my Dark Heart part 3
Several weeks had passed since Igorth had last seen his mother. That's when he had realized what he had done. He couldn't believe he had said those words to his own mother! While they both said nasty things out of anger, he was the one that made her leave. He decided to write a letter to apologize to her. After several tries, he finally wrote a letter he believed was most appropiate. He then tied it around a bat's leg and told it where it should go. The letter should arrive within a few hours, considering how fast the little bat can fly.
*Hours later*
Igorth smiled from ear to ear as the little bat finally returned. A new note was tied around its leg. Igorth hastilly removed the letter; and read it. He felt numb as the truth finally sinked in. The letter was from his eldest brother; and he wrote that their mother had passed away several weeks from a broken heart. Since he was the cause of the heartache, he may never return to the farm for the rest of his life.
Igorth's shoulders shook as a flood of tears streamed down his cheeks. When they had their fight, he hoped he would never see her again, and that was granted. Oh, how guilty he felt. What kind of sick monster would want this to happen to their own mother? His sorrow transformed into anger as he read the letter again. Why should he care whether or not he may return to the farm? If his brothers and sisters can reject him, so can he. It's not like he didn't have Vivian and the Master as company.
Igorth's eyes widened when he realized Vivian didn't return yet. Ever since his late mother's visit, the brunette would go to the nearby field and made several daisy chains; and arrive back home two hours later. But, she was gone for over three hours already. He must search for her right now! Who knows what could've happened to the little one. He refused to lose another family member.
*Much later*
Igorth searched high and low for Vivian, yet he couldn't seem to find her anywhere. He was about to give up when he noticed a small figure three metres away from where he stood. He rushed towards the figure, and gasped when he noticed it was Vivian. She slowly transformed into ash; as her bak was impaled with a silver stake. Her eyes were closed; and she didn't stir when Igorth tried to shake her awake. His eyes stung when he realized that she's dead. Someone must've mistaken her for a vampire; and thought it's best to put her out of her misery. The vulture hugged the small child close to his body as he tried to grasp the fact he had lost both his mother and daughter within such a short time.
"Why am I feeling like this? Vivian's a soulless being; a person I've created with black magic. I love her as much as how a person would love their finished project. Why would I love her like my own daughter?" Igorth wondered out loud as he hugged the girl close. If he had opened his eyes, he would've noticed Vivian's shocked expression as she had heard every word. She completely turned into ash after she drew her last breath, her father's last words forever in her heart.
Igorth quickly scooped some of the ashes; and poured it into a small empty bag he carried with him. Despite himself, he had loved Vivian as if she's his own daughter. He was about to admit it to the lifeless Vivian, but she had transformed into ash before he could. Igorth travelled back to the castle; and poured the ashes into a small drinking jug. He then corked it closed; and decided to carry it wherever he went. He promised himself that as soon as he became powerful enough, he shall resurrect Vivian. Even if it would've taken him centuries.
Igorth almost jumped out of his skin the moment he heard Count Lamian transport himself behind him.
"Igorth, I would like you to do a favour for me. I would like you to please find me a maiden."
"Yes, M'Lord. I shall find one right away."
"Good work, Igorth. Tonight shall be a feast."
As Igorth decided to tackle the task that would've changed his life, I fear I must bid ye farewell.
Goodnight out there...whatever you are!
The End