Chapter seven

“G-grandfather?” Eve stuttered in shock, she gazed at the man, he wore a tailored suit, cut to perfect filter through his interdisant wings, shimmering in earth greens and sunkissed yellows. He looked like the perfect fairy with long blonde hair and green eyes, sharp high cheekbones, towering tall height. The more she looked the more intimidated Eve felt. 

Her grandfather raised his eyebrows, “your mother did tell you that i was coming to dinner today, didn’t she?” He gave Feya a disapproving look. 

“I told her father,” 

“She did, i’m just-well it’s a lot to take in seeing you in flesh and all,” 

His face softened, “i understand, i have not seen you since you were an infant,” 

Eve nodded, feeling awkwardly, gazing at the floor, “I'm going to go and get changed,” she muddled, practically sprinting away into her room. 

It took Eve an hour to figure out what to wear, going from casual to formal to wondering if she should wear her undead costume, it would go well with all her new bumps and bruises. In the end she went with a simple boho dress. Her mum had begun to prepare dinner when Eve emerged from her room. 

Eve could smell wild mushrooms, already her mouth watering in anticipation for the meal. 

“Wild mushroom lasagna has always been my favourite,” her grandfather says, “my wife used to make it for me.” 

“It’s one of mum's favourites too,” Eve mumbled sitting down next to the man. 

“You look just like her when she was your age. Though i hope less rebellious,” he chuckled. 

Eve snorted, “rebelling would mean less time studying, and not making it as an honour student. Besides rebelling seems like a bit too much work,” 

“Opposed to studying?” her mum chimed in, “at least i had fun when i was your age.” 

“I have fun,” 

“So you have gone across the continent touring with a rock band without your mothers permission then?” 

“Father!” Feya's face went bright red, “how many times do you need to bring that up?” 

“She sold our living room furniture set for tickets,” he told Eve, “did it all whilst I was away for the weekend. I thought i was robbed till i saw her note,” 

The note said the following:

Don’t freak out, but gig and i went to see that awesome rock band the exploding pixie heads. We needed to get money for tickets and since you’ve stopped my allowance because i went to that dumb underground pegesus fight, we decided to sell some of the stuff in sitting room. I know you said i couldn’t go but i’m not missing seeing the fucking pixie heads in person. Their music is literally art and i’d fucking die if i never got to see them live. I’ll pay you back for the stuff I sold and call you in a week. Again, don't freak out, I can look after myself and I'll try not to die or anything. 

Love you, Feya.  

“I came back alive and gave you the money back,” 

“You gave me a signed t-shirt,” 

“It was worth thousands,” Feya grumbled, going back to her cooking. 

“So mum was a bit of a wildcard then?” 

“Nearly gave me a heart attack over a hundred dozen times.” 

“I can’t believe you never told me this,” Eve directed at Feya, 

“That was not even the worst thing she had done,” Feyas father chuckled, “once she…..” 

🦋🦋🦋

Eve after hearing about a dozen stories, could safely say it was a surprise she survived her childhood with such a reckless woman as her mother. 

“She calmed down a bit after finding herself pregnant with you,” 

“It didn’t help that Eddy treated me like a chinadoll,” Feya grumbled. 

“Your father was a bit over protective of your mother,” 

Eve smirked, “geez i wonder why,” 

Her mother glared at her, “i was young, you do stupid things when your young,” 

“I don’t.”

“Can we please change the subject,” she groaned, as she took a bite out of her lasagna, 

“Your mother tells me you’ve met your soulmate,” 

Eve began to blush intensely, she had not thought he would bring that up, “yeah, it’s not that big of a deal,” 

“Of course it is.” Feya proudly gushed, “some wait decades before meeting their soulmate.” 

“I waited quite a while to find mine,” Eves grandfather smiled wistfully, 

Feya rolled her eyes, “here we go,” she muttered under her breath, “i met her on a…” Feya miniced her fathers voice as they both began to speak. 

Feya knew the story of her parents meeting like it was the back of her hand, a skill she could happily live without. 

It began as she said, 

“....I met her on a warm spring day, as it is always, in the fairy realm. She was beauty if the word were ever a breathing living being. Her hair was dark tendrils of autumn browns, shining with threads of gold. Her lips were a pretty crimson, pure as blood, and her eyes a warm chestnut swirling with pulsing reds. She soared in the air with precision and speed, her long dragonfly styled wings glistening with a tint of red. Her lips were spread wide in a dazzling smile. I stood gazing, transfixed by her, till she spotted me, she too stopped in her tracks, frozen fluttering in the air. 

She glided down, “hi,” 

“Hello,” 

They both had just stood their staring at each other. 

In silence. 

Saying nothing. 

Nothing at all. 

Till finally Eves grandfather spoke. 

“I am oberon,” i said, trying not to allow her to see how shocked i was meeting her, seeing the person i was to be for the rest of my life, and knowing that the goddess had sent her most prized to me, for who else could be so beautiful and awe inspiring as the woman who stood in front of me. 

“Lenore,” she answered in return, a sweet flush to her cheeks. 

“Let's get married,” i bursted out without thought, 

“Now?” 

“Yes?” 

“Okay,” She flapped her wings, lifting into the air, “you coming? I think I can threaten the priest into marrying us without further preparation. I won’t hurt him, but just suggest I may be tempted to bite him if he doesn't.” she gave me a cheeky grin,

“Bite?” 

“Yeah, I'm third vampire,” she flashed her fangs, and I never thought she could be any more beautiful than she was then. I followed to the temple, where Lenore used her superior strength she had inherited from her grandfather to persuade the priest to marry us. And by the end of that end I happily called that gorgeous feisty woman my wife ....”

Eve's grandfather sighed as he fondly smiled at the memory. Eve shared a look with her mum, she gave her grandfather a wobbly smile, “oh, that's so, so, so, romantic.” 

“We were banned from that temple for years after, the priest had a melt down after we left.” he said, still whimsically stuck in memory. 

Said priest had not viewed Oberons darling wife in the same way, he would later refer her to his therapist as the demoness, recounting his vivid nightmares where he drained of his blood. He was completely traumatised. 

“...right…” it was then that the doorbell rang, which Feya happily jumped up beating her daughter at leaving the table and heading to the door. 

“Hello,” she sang, beginning to engage with whoever was on the other side of the door, whilst Eve suffered through another story involving her seemingly daredevil criminal grandmother.