Turning away from the Tv, he asked "Mama, are werewolves real?"
" Werewolves aren't real child, it's just a myth" his mother responded
" What about them? They look so real" he asked pointing at the Tv
" It's just a movie Benedict, they don't exist; They never have existed" She assured him, looking out of the widow, she saw that the weather looks calmer than ever
" you have to go to sleep Benedict, it looks like it's going to rain" she said to him
Benedict frowned his face " I don't want to go to bed just yet "
" You will be going to school tomorrow morning, you have to wake up on time"
" Can you take me to bed Mama and sing me a lullaby?" He asked making a cute face at her
" Yes dear, come let's go" She said taking him by the hand.
She leads him upstairs to toggle him to sleep. When he had finally slept, she switched off the light and silently closed the door. Going into her own room, She pushed her bookshelf to the other side of the wall exposing the door to her secret room. She took her keys and opened the door, grabbing her torchlight; she headed inside the room.
Standing at the front of a shabby curtains, she moved the curtains to the edge exposing hundreds of pictures pasted on the wall, they were all pictures of her son Benedict , she had continuously gave birth to him from century to centuries.
" It's never going to end; never ever going to end. This is a price I have to pay for their blood" She said in agony, with that; she picked up that little dagger on the old table and slashed herself on her thigh continuously, there were thousands of knife marks on her skin that she had always covered.