An Interactive Twilight Experience.
I know many people suffer from sadness around the holidays. Vampires are no exception. I know none of my children are alive any longer, but this is an especially hard time of year because my little Anne passed on Christmas morning exactly 237 years ago. It's a long time I know, but a parent never gets over a loss like that.Tomorrow will be the 237th anniversary of me being drafted into the Revolutionary War. So, I get especially melancholy around this time as this is when I also saw my family for the last time. Correction, this was the last time they saw me. My kind never forgets heartache and pain.
Prior being welcomed into the Denali coven, I haven't celebrated this holiday since. In fact, I purposely ventured away from everything this time of year, every year, taking refuge in a cabin in the Smoky Mountains in Tennessee, feeding on lost hikers who were foolish enough to hike in below freezing temperatures and snow.
Kate really gets into the Christmas spirit. It is because of her I can get even the least bit festive now. Maybe she was sent to heal me.