Have you ever been scared? I don't mean, watching a movie, get a fright. Not that sort of thing. Chilled to your bones scared. Afraid--no, convinced something will happen to you. To those you care about.
I was never afraid. My moms never let me be. Sure, I had the normal teenage frights. But nothing I couldn't conquer. Nothing they couldn't conquer.
Aunt Mary is giving you a big hug before you can go anywhere. You think she's going it just to make you feel awkward. She's about average height, with long blonde hair and green eyes. Whenever you look at her, you feel like she has a kind of "feline" quality. You're not sure why, though. She's wearing a long black dress, and has a pentagram on a chain around her neck.
"Hey kiddo. How's the birthday girl?"
"My birthday was last week." You say, a little indignantly.
"So was my coven meeting. Take what you can get." She replies. "Anyway, let me show you your present. Trust me, it's worth getting up for."
"No, it's not a pony. What are you, five?" She asks. The two of you are walking through the two-bedroom apartment you call home. You see your parents are up and about already. Looks like they're making waffles.
Sasha, one of your moms, smiles at you. You're tall and thin like her, though sometimes you wish you had her red hair. She's wearing a snakeskin trenchcoat, which she almost never takes off, and has Herbie, her pet ball python, draped across her shoulders.
Irina, your other mom, is here as well. Even though she has a very nasty set of scars running across her face, she's still beautiful. You have her eyes, her hair. You hope you can be as pretty as she is someday.
"You actually managed to wake her up." Irina-Mom says. "Maybe we need you over every day, Kitty-cat."
"You're one to talk." Sasha says back with a grin.