Himora Clarke #3
“It’s nonexistent,” she said with a direct tone to my question.
“I’ve never been in the same room with him, not that I can remember anyway.
Had I known he stole my son from me, I would have made myself known.
I don’t go to the Underground,” she went on as she looked up at Bellamy with regretful eyes.
“I believed I never had a reason to. Maggie didn’t show any signs of my…
genetic trait outside of the white hair so there was no need to introduce her to that life.
My mother and I would argue about this all the time which is why she ended up telling her stories…
merely as fiction…until they became obsessive truths being placed on my daughter.
I put a stop to it and assumed…that was the last of it.
Never did I think…she would actually…go to the Underground and form a life there… relationships and…friendships.”
“Where is Poette Davis?” Trevor asked. I could see the protective glare Ms. Norwood had for her mother against Trevor. “Don’t you want to know why she’s been lying to you–––”
“I don’t care. That is my mother.”
“Apparently mine too,” he said as he leaned back against the couch. I remained standing with my arms crossed over my chest.
“The only one that has any right to question or challenge her is me. Nobody else in this room better step to her,” she threatened. “I don’t play about Ms. Davis.”
“Why did you name your daughter Grey and not Norwood?”
Ms. Norwood smiled when she looked up at me.
“I wanted her to be different…I silently prayed she wasn’t attached to this family’s genetic problem and if so, there was a way to still raise them in society without any issues.
She came out with a head full of white hair that looked somewhat grey at the time and so…
Maggie Grey. I knew she was going to be a woman that changes the world one day. ”
“Dr. Holmes and your mother were in a relationship,” I said.
She turned to look at me as I began to explain the love triangle between her parents and a third woman who was a witch out of Savannah named Lettie Dubois.
Ms. Norwood listened with intense eyes, taking in every word before one of the friends spoke.
“She’s said to be the reincarnation of the Moon,” Souxie explained. “When she first came to the Underground…with the white hair…she became somewhat of a celebrity…”
“Did Maggie not show any signs or abilities of what she is?” Namir asked.
“What abilities?” Ms. Norwood asked, confused. “Maggie is about as human as it gets.”
“Not anymore,” Bellamy said as she turned to look up at her son. “She doesn’t feed but that side of her is coming out. I made her promise not to ever feed on a living soul if she ever gets hungry. He and I,” looking towards Namir, “made a pact to protect her no matter what.”
“My daughter?” She asked again. “Maggie Grey is showing signs of…. that can’t be right…”
They all began to talk over one another, explaining their perspective on the missing young woman while I stared at the werewolf.
He had the typical stance of the black mythic where his feet were slightly raised on his toes.
The long heavy limbs, wide shoulders and sharp gaze that only a true predator could have.
They were the only ones ever known and recorded to have gone against the First Family, blood for blood.
“Ms. Norwood, did you notice anything different when you gave birth to Maggie?” I asked.
“No. I conceived both of my kids the same way by the same man…It was nothing out of the ordinary...I…” She gripped her forehead to think as she briefly closed her eyes.
No one spoke as she continued to sort through her thoughts.
“When Bellamy was born…I distinctly remember hearing a male voice that made my skin crawl. His father had to be calmed down once we were told our baby died shortly after birth. He swore up and down something wasn’t right and I just…
I couldn’t be calm. We promised if we were to ever try again, that baby would not leave our sight. ”
“What is my father?” Bellamy asked.
“A loving human soul,” she smiled. “He is a 100% black American pure gentle and loving soul. He knew what I was and didn’t care and boy, he would have been a mess over you, Bellamy.
He’s more conservative, doesn’t like to take risks, or challenge the norm which is why we made such a…
amazing pair because I rebelled. I snuck out.
I have tattoos, piercings, everything. Nothing like your sister who is a bit more cautious about life even though that may be due to her upbringing.
He was nothing but heart and soul. The pure essence of a good black man. ”
My phone started to vibrate on the kitchen counter. I quietly made my exit towards the backyard to take the call.
“Himora Clarke speaking.”
“Okay so…I’ve been doing some digging Boss Lady,” Vanessa said. “I think this blood contract Marvin did is still tied to Lettie’s work. This might have been her plan all along. It’s as if she knew he would somehow do this, and if that’s the case…We have a major problem.”
I looked back into the house, seeing Ms. Norwood still speaking to everyone before turning my back against the door to face the yard.
“What is the problem?”
“Sooooooo…” She dragged. “We shouldn’t have touched or disturbed the body.”