Not So Long Lost, Now Found

[CameoAmalthea]

She couldn't believe it, that he didn't even have the nerve to come back here himself. Well thank God he hadn't, she wasn't sure if she could face him. That would be a reminder that tis actually happened, and up until now she'd been trying to forget the fact. Just pretend it never happened, because she was ashamed. Because then maybe she wouldn't wake up in a cold sweat at night or relive it in dreams, maybe then she would be able to go out with guys again without being afraid that something like this might happen again. Even though she tired to tell herself it wasn't her fault.

Now that guy, that @$$ had sent some friend of his to apologize. Well forget it she wanted nothing to do with him. It never happened. Except for the thing that was growing inside her, that was a horribly acute sign this was real. She was pregnant, she had been raped. Well she'd get rid of it, she couldn't afford a baby, and didn't want that thing inside her. Sure she'd been raised Catholic, (though it wasn't like she had never sinned,) a part of her mind thought maybe getting raped was punishment from God. She didn't really believe that though, that God was so cruel, but he had let this happen no she had let this happen. No it was that guy, it was him not her.

How long had it been since she went to church anyway. This was rape, God would understand. She had always been against abortion, but now that it was her, her body that had the child of a rapist with in it, feeding off of her like an alien parasite. That was a horrible way to think of a baby, which was all the more reason not to keep it, she couldn't stand it. It, like the guy who passing apologies, was too much of a reminder.

She told the man she wasn't pregnant. That might mean her rapist might try to get involved with her life, she didn't want to ever see him again. Besides she was as good as not pregnant, the appointment was scheduled for the next morning. If God didn't want her to get the abortion, he could send her a sign.

Just as she thought this, the man handed her a gift. Her draw dropped, not just because of the slender of the thing, what it must be worth, but because of what it was. A rosary, with a small icon of the Virgin holding the infant Christ in the center. That seemed like a pretty clear sign. Of all the gifts he could have given her, a rosary, God works in mysterious ways.  

[CameoAmalthea]

The emerald Rosary hung over the side of her bedside lamp. It was a gift from her biological parents, which made it precious to her. Jazz had always had the Rosary, and her foster parents had told her that it was a gift from them, so she treasured it. She didn't think the jewels were real, her foster parents didn't either, mos young mothers who give up babies couldn't afford to have real diamond and emerald encrusted anything, and to have a rosary that was only supposed to be used for prayer, it seemed too opulent for most people.

Jazz hadn't known the whle story behind it until she was sixteen, that's when her birth mother wanted to letter exsplaining things given to her. Exsplaining that she was a child of rape, that he iological mother didn't want to see her or be looked for. She exspained all the circumstances, and hoped that her daughter now a young woman would understand. About her father, she told jazz what he looked like, in case she wondered, and tried not to make him seem a monster. He was drunk, he didn't mean it, but things happen. Her mother just tried to be honest.

Well there went the dream of being a long lost Princess or something. It was a but troubling, learning she was a child of rape, but she had a good life. Her foster parents had kept her whole life, she hadn't been passed around between homes, they hadn't adopted her, but they'd given her a good place to live. She was fine with her life, glad she'd been given up for adoption, given the chance to live.

On this night, she had long put aside thoughts of her parents, just as the Rosary was put aside, hung over the lamp. The lamp which she was not using for reading, instead she was under the covers with a flashlight, because it was almost 3 in the morning and summer or not, she was supposed to be asleep. But he just had to start the next book tonight, finishing "The Queen of the Damned" that day had left her wanting more, so of course she dove into the next one. Lucky that she checked out books four at time.

That's when it happened, that's when her world started to spin. She had had her fantasies about Lestat and the other vampires since he started reading the series. Mostly involving being the teenager Lestat came to, like he had mused about at the start of "Queen of the Damned". Or imagining herself in Daniel's place during the part about Armand. This however, was something she would have never thought of in her wildest dreams.

The account of meeting the woman in the restaurant, then being with her like that. It was strangely familiar. Then she thought of her mother's letter, the way she described the man, her father. It was too much like the way this body Lestat got from James was described. Oh but that was crazy, so what if her mother was date raped by a guy who looked like that, and Lestat happened to date rape a girl.

Jazz flipped to the front of the book to check the date. The counted out nine months her hand. Ok that was just freaky, the timing fit, perfectly. This was crazy, she was reading too much junk. I was late, sleep, would be good, and maybe give her a dose of rationality.

The next say when she looked at herself in the mirror as she put on her makeup, she couldn't shake the description, and the very similarities. Jazz took after her father, she had the tall build, the golden skin and dark hair, though she had a very think frame, like her mother. She'd seen a picture of her mother, her mother gave her one with the letter. Her mother looked very much like the woman Lestat described.

She decided to spend a quiet day at home reading, and finishing the book. Jazz was a fast reader, she'd finished the last Harry Potter book before noon the day it came out, well she had gotten it at midnight then stayed up all night thanks to red bull, and the frappuccinos she had at the coffee shop in the bookstore. Still she was a fast reader, and now anxious to finish the book, because she wanted to see if there were any other clues to support the insane theory building in her mind.

Then there it was, the rosary, described just as it was. Jazz dropped the book and picked up the beaded treasure, looking at it more closely than she had in a while. If these jewels were real, and they did look real, if this was the same rosary, and it looked the same, and she looked the same as a child of those two people, the woman and the body Lestat was in, David's body now, would look. Her breath caught in her throat, this was unreal.