The Old Country Rated PG
Posted: Tue Feb 13, 2018 7:47 pm
Moonlight Fan Fiction
The Old Country
Rated PG
By Ella713
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Bridgett must return to Romania to care for a very sickly aunt and steer clear of vampire hunters
Bridgett stared at the letter hardly believing it. Her mother's sister had finally passed on. Auntie Daniela was a stern woman, who had out lived her three husbands. People whispered that she had killed them, but all three men had been in poor health due to the hard work they had to do, but when they died, she did all the work on her small farm with no help from anyone. She both worked and played hard and was well liked by everyone. She could bear no children and often thought of Bridgett, Braun and Nadia as her own children. Bridgett closed her eyes thinking of the fun they had visiting her in the summer months. Oh the fun they had. Now she was gone and Bridgett had to go back to settle her affairs. Bridgett swore she would never return to Romania, but not it looked like she must.
"I really don't want you going alone. At least take Alma with you" Josef said.
"Josef, I've known everyone in town since I was a weeun. I'm just going to meet with the lawyer and sign some forms and come right back." Bridgett said thinking he was overreacting.
"Your home country has a history with our kind. A rather unpleasant history truth be known. I don't want you going alone. Take Gideon. Show him where you were born. He'll love it" Josef said knowing that Gideon adores anything relating to history.
"Alright I'll call him, but I think you're worrying is of no matter" She said picking up the phone and calling her son.
"You must take care Mater Gideon" Darrian said when he was done talking to his mother. "Romania is like no other place. They do not just know about vampires, they know you. Your kind have been studied for generations upon generations. You must take Drago's wife with you so she can cloak your true selves". Darrian said urgently
"I think you worry too much my love" Gideon said with a smile.
"And you choose to worry not. Do not be fooled. These people are not to be meddled with" She replied.
"Are you nervous mom?" Gideon said as he placed his hand over hers.
"Yes. When I left Romania, I made a vow to never go back" She replied.
"But this is surely different"? Gideon said.
"I know, but Romania is like stepping back in time. The customs, the traditions. It's like time just passed over this little pocket of the world. In fact, I will change before we land. This attire will simply not do in my village"
"You're kidding! You're not wearing anything revealing" Gideon gasped.
"A skirt or dress above the knee is considered scandalous and my hair must be covered with a Ştergar although now that I am married I can wear a bonnet. And there are no high heels". Bridgett replied.
"Are you going to be okay?" He asked.
"I'll be fine. Let's just hope that Alma's cloaking spell works for the duration" She said with a small smile.
"Where will be going?"
"Sighisoara. It's a small city located in the historic region of Transylvania"
"I was wondering when that word was going to come out"
"It looks exactly as you imagined"
Gideon looked all around and deduced that his mother was right. Sighisoara looked exactly as he had pictured. He felt like he had just been transported into the silent film Nosferatu. All the women young and old wore some kind of scarf covering their hair and their skirts were to the ankle. And everyone stared at them as walked over to their lodgings.
"Ești american?" They were asked.
"Da. Avem camere. Fitzgerald" Bridgett replied. "They asked if we were American and I told him that we were and gave him the name we're travelling under" Bridgett said. The man wrote down some information and handed them a set of keys with a grunt.
"I don't think he likes Americans" Gideon whispered to her.
"A lot of countries don't" Bridgett muttered watching him throw open the room door. "mulțumesc" she said shutting the door behind him.
"This looks like a nice room" Gideon said taking in the size and stark decor.
"Welcome to Romania." She said with a sigh.
After unpacking Bridgett suggested that they take a little tour of the village, pointing out various buildings.
"That structure over there was were they held Da gratis for young women.....Give away is the translation. The parents find a good boy to give their daughter away to" Bridgett explained.
"Were you ever given away mom?" Gideon asked fearing the story she would tell.
"No. My family was considered bad stock. No one wanted us" She replied.
"I don't want to offend you mom, but I hate where you're from" He said, thinking that the quaint little village was now tainted.
"As do I Gideon" She said. "We may want to think about getting something to eat before people become suspicious" She said taking his arm and leading him to a nearby small eatery. Bridgett explained the menu and tried to steer her son to milder options. She knew he hated eating mortal food even when it was delicious.
After dinner, they walked back to their lodgings.
"Now that we've been seen, we can go to the Solicitors office first thing in the morning" Bridgett said, thinking she was ready to rest.
The Old Country
Rated PG
By Ella713
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Bridgett must return to Romania to care for a very sickly aunt and steer clear of vampire hunters
Bridgett stared at the letter hardly believing it. Her mother's sister had finally passed on. Auntie Daniela was a stern woman, who had out lived her three husbands. People whispered that she had killed them, but all three men had been in poor health due to the hard work they had to do, but when they died, she did all the work on her small farm with no help from anyone. She both worked and played hard and was well liked by everyone. She could bear no children and often thought of Bridgett, Braun and Nadia as her own children. Bridgett closed her eyes thinking of the fun they had visiting her in the summer months. Oh the fun they had. Now she was gone and Bridgett had to go back to settle her affairs. Bridgett swore she would never return to Romania, but not it looked like she must.
"I really don't want you going alone. At least take Alma with you" Josef said.
"Josef, I've known everyone in town since I was a weeun. I'm just going to meet with the lawyer and sign some forms and come right back." Bridgett said thinking he was overreacting.
"Your home country has a history with our kind. A rather unpleasant history truth be known. I don't want you going alone. Take Gideon. Show him where you were born. He'll love it" Josef said knowing that Gideon adores anything relating to history.
"Alright I'll call him, but I think you're worrying is of no matter" She said picking up the phone and calling her son.
"You must take care Mater Gideon" Darrian said when he was done talking to his mother. "Romania is like no other place. They do not just know about vampires, they know you. Your kind have been studied for generations upon generations. You must take Drago's wife with you so she can cloak your true selves". Darrian said urgently
"I think you worry too much my love" Gideon said with a smile.
"And you choose to worry not. Do not be fooled. These people are not to be meddled with" She replied.
"Are you nervous mom?" Gideon said as he placed his hand over hers.
"Yes. When I left Romania, I made a vow to never go back" She replied.
"But this is surely different"? Gideon said.
"I know, but Romania is like stepping back in time. The customs, the traditions. It's like time just passed over this little pocket of the world. In fact, I will change before we land. This attire will simply not do in my village"
"You're kidding! You're not wearing anything revealing" Gideon gasped.
"A skirt or dress above the knee is considered scandalous and my hair must be covered with a Ştergar although now that I am married I can wear a bonnet. And there are no high heels". Bridgett replied.
"Are you going to be okay?" He asked.
"I'll be fine. Let's just hope that Alma's cloaking spell works for the duration" She said with a small smile.
"Where will be going?"
"Sighisoara. It's a small city located in the historic region of Transylvania"
"I was wondering when that word was going to come out"
"It looks exactly as you imagined"
Gideon looked all around and deduced that his mother was right. Sighisoara looked exactly as he had pictured. He felt like he had just been transported into the silent film Nosferatu. All the women young and old wore some kind of scarf covering their hair and their skirts were to the ankle. And everyone stared at them as walked over to their lodgings.
"Ești american?" They were asked.
"Da. Avem camere. Fitzgerald" Bridgett replied. "They asked if we were American and I told him that we were and gave him the name we're travelling under" Bridgett said. The man wrote down some information and handed them a set of keys with a grunt.
"I don't think he likes Americans" Gideon whispered to her.
"A lot of countries don't" Bridgett muttered watching him throw open the room door. "mulțumesc" she said shutting the door behind him.
"This looks like a nice room" Gideon said taking in the size and stark decor.
"Welcome to Romania." She said with a sigh.
After unpacking Bridgett suggested that they take a little tour of the village, pointing out various buildings.
"That structure over there was were they held Da gratis for young women.....Give away is the translation. The parents find a good boy to give their daughter away to" Bridgett explained.
"Were you ever given away mom?" Gideon asked fearing the story she would tell.
"No. My family was considered bad stock. No one wanted us" She replied.
"I don't want to offend you mom, but I hate where you're from" He said, thinking that the quaint little village was now tainted.
"As do I Gideon" She said. "We may want to think about getting something to eat before people become suspicious" She said taking his arm and leading him to a nearby small eatery. Bridgett explained the menu and tried to steer her son to milder options. She knew he hated eating mortal food even when it was delicious.
After dinner, they walked back to their lodgings.
"Now that we've been seen, we can go to the Solicitors office first thing in the morning" Bridgett said, thinking she was ready to rest.