Deep Secrets

My name is Mary Maxwell Fitzhugh. I was born in 1534 and now the current year is 2015. You may be wondering how I could possibly still be alive. The answer is very simple. I am an incubus, and I am immortal. I do what ever I want when ever I want, and there is really no mortal that can stop me. I can flit, which means that I can go where ever I want in the blink of an eye. I am stronger and faster than any man on the face of the planet. Since I am an incubus I do have to feed off people, but not their blood. I feed off dreams. I know it sounds weird but all I have to do is stand in the same room with a sleeping person and I can see what they’re dreaming. I personally think I can help people by feeding off of their dreams, because if someone is having a nightmare and I leech it then they will not remember it. Its a win-win situation because fear makes me stronger. I have been told by many people through the years that I am beautiful. I am a very strong believer in self confidence, so I will not deny the fact that I am beautiful. My beauty has come in handy over the years, I can easily persuade any man to do my bidding. I try to live a pretty normal life and stay out of trouble. But every once and a while I seem to have a run-in with the authorities. Nothing big but I do sometimes have to kill people and forget to clean up after my self. I keep forgetting that in this day and time the authorities have more advanced technology and can process a crime scene. I didn't have to worry about that much in the old days when they had to have cold hard evidence. This is where I find myself now. I have just killed a mortal. I estimate that he is about twenty five and stands at about five feet and eleven inches tall. I had to end his life because he was too nosy and found out what I am. But this is not important; the problem is someone witnessed my little execution.  From what I could tell it was a woman with blond hair and pale skin. I am furious with myself; I am too old and experienced to make such a novice mistake. Now I must hunt down this woman and kill her to before she alerts the authorities. I hurry out onto the street where the woman fled to and quickly spot her in the crowd. I know that I cannot take her out here it is to exposed, so I decide to follow her. She is walking at a brisk pace, but it is no problem for me to keep up with her. She keeps looking back as she walks, probably worried that I am following her. But I am too far back in the crowd of the busy street for her to notice me. She soon steps off the street and disappears onto an apartment building. This is strange because I figured that she would make a bee line for the police station to report what she had witnessed. For this reason I am on high alert as I enter the building. The first thing I notice is that there is no one at the front desk and I cannot hear or smell anyone in the building. The woman suddenly appears in front of me.
“Hello Mary, how have you been?”
I am shocked beyond belief, how does she know my name, and she must be an incubus if she just flitted in front of me.  “Who are you and how do you know who I am.
“Why don’t you recognize me Mary?”
“No, should I.”
“I am hurt that you don’t remember me, my name is Caroline.”
I can feel my chest tightening at the recognition of who this woman is. I thought that she looked familiar, a very old memory tugging at the back of my mind. Caroline is the name of my mother, but how is it possible that this woman standing in front of me now is my mother.
“Ah you do remember, I can see it in your face.”
“But how is it possible,” I whisper.
“Well obviously I am in incubus like you, but surly you have already figured that out.”
Now I am furious, “why are you just now showing up, all these years I have lived in solitude just trying to fit into society, and your just now deciding to make an appearance.”
“Calm down and let me explain myself Mary. I have been searching this entire planet looking for you every since your father took you from me.”
“What do you mean by my father took me?”
“Your father found out what I am, and he hated me for it. So he took you and left. At first I thought that he might come back, but I soon realized that he wasn’t. So I set out to find you because I knew that once he found out that you were like me, he might try to hurt you.”
It was true, my father had tried to kill me when I became an incubus. “I believe you, but why did it take you so long to find my?”
“The world is larger than you think.”
I am suddenly so overcome with emotion that I can’t hold it in. I fling myself into my mothers arms and cry. Something I have not done since the day I killed my father.