Candi's Confessions

Who I Am…Who I was.

My body’s name is currently Candice Marie Hart Molinaro and I was married to Vincenzo Molinaro twice, once in this life and once in a pervious one.

I know that is probably hard for you to understand.  It was hard for us to understand it too, and I’m still not sure that everything makes sense, but Cenzo was taken from me again, and I am left to figure out the rest of it on my own.

Please allow me to back track for a  moment and explain some of the history.  You may know that Vincenzo was a vampire, and he was turned back in Italy.  His maker forced him to leave his wife and kids behind, as they are known to do.  The wife he left behind is me, or rather was me.  Maria Aurelia Renato Molinaro later to become Maria Aurelia Quorra when I remarried.  When my children‘s children traveled to the new world they found hearing people butcher their name to be too upsetting, soon they were calling themselves an Americanized version of it Hart.  

I guess you could say I am my own great great however many greats it takes grand daughter and grand mother.  I always knew that Renato meant to be born again, I just never thought that the things that I had to do in order to survive and provide for my children, all of my children would let God grace me with this blessing.  That I would once again be in my Vincenzo’s arms.  Perhaps it is true what they say, be careful what you wish for.  It is true, I wished for this more than I dared tell a soul, and I received it, but to have it taken from me again, was more pain than one soul should endure, it was almost more than our two souls could.

Some people doubt that the part of me that is Candice married Vincenzo.  I assure you, before we left Fiji we were wed, but in my original soul, we were wed all along.  The child who I found myself in was blood of my blood,  and her grandfather, also a child of mine, had been able to see me.  Whatever this gift was that I had been given, some form of recognizing it was passed down from generation to every other generation.  Perhaps it is because I helped raise my grandchildren before my first body died, perhaps it is just His will, I simply know it is.  When Candice was born I noticed that the resemblance was eerie and as she matured into a woman, I knew the face was as my own.  I don’t know what people think of a young woman going to work for a vampire as a day person, but I had encouraged her to do this, so grateful that our first meeting had other people there as well so I didn’t blurt it out to Cenzo and he think poor Candice mad.  

Slowly Cenzo started noticing Candice as a woman, and others that Candice seemed similar to his late wife.  My darling Cenzo kept a trunk of my things with him throughout the years including a photograph of me.  It was touching that photograph, seeing that Cenzo had never really let me go that encouraged me to keep going with my plan.

When Vincenzo was kidnapped by Vampire Stan dear Candice had a breakdown.  She knew that the loss of her grandfather was soon and then  the only person she had would be gone.  She never expected to see Vincenzo again and her anger was fearsome, as was mine.  It was in those dreams, those V-fed and bond inspired nightmares where I began speaking with her.    She didn’t know what would happen to her,  would she become vampire bait to whoever decided to pick up where Cenzo left off?  There was no way I would allow that to happen to her.  Cenzo wasn’t dead, we could both tell from our bonds, so I had to take over, keep our body safe until Cenzo came back to us.

And he did…

Vincenzo came back, the love of our lives was back in our arms and soon it all became known to Cenzo.  The little hints that I had passed along the way, the things that Candice had known, but had no way of finding out…it all finally fit into place.  We were married by special license in Fiji, Vincenzo changed his will immediately and started teaching Candice and myself everything there was to know about his business.  He knew that the danger to himself was far from gone.  He had amassed a lot of enemies, and eventually they would catch up to him.  He wanted to know that Candice and I would be alright if something was to happen to him, he needed to know it.  I assured him that with the information that he gave me, not only would we be ok, we would flourish.

And we have.  Part of my life after Vincenzo left was surviving at any necessary cost.  I became a viper, a black widow, the scorpion who stung the toad, a preying mantis that would rip off my next man’s head to provide for me and mine for a short time.  It had always been that way, women back then didn’t have rights, the only understanding she found was what she could get a man to agree to when she was on her back or riding his trouser snake.  I became part woman, wife, courtesan and criminal, setting myself up in the workings of some of the notorious people that Vincenzo had first introduced me to, the original mafia, the Sicilians who defined vendettas and thrived on retribution.  A kept woman who managed to amass a tidy sum to keep her children fed and clothed before finally being bribed into marriage that somehow managed to be a good one.  All of those tricks would now be used.

Vincenzo had left me again.  The first time, not by choice, but the second time, the second time he had left us both.  Candice is unable to cope with this, so she has taken a back seat, and I am in charge, using what she knows of the modern world to get  us both by.

She wants to plan a memorial for Cenzo, I do not know that he deserves this, but in order for us to keep up the appearances that we, Candi, is just a poor young thing who was poorly used and abused by a vampire, I think we must.

What happened to being a Catholic I ask?  Bah! Baptists were nothing that I knew of, but apparently in this new world, this new area that is where the most people went to services.

Yes, I needed to call Reverend White and let Candi cry her tears and set up the memorial.  Finish the memory pond at the back of the property and put up a statue to our dead husband Vincenzo.  

Vincenzo, how could you leave us again?  How could you leave us twice?  Where would Candice be right now without me.

Isn’t it a good thing she doesn’t have to find out? 

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My Friend, Candi’s Future

When I woke up this morning I had several Dms from Cenzo.  I understand and have to respect his decision to leave. Real Life always comes first and for someone to hate coming to a place that should be fun, it is just pointless.  What I hate the most is that I didn’t know that it was going on, I couldn’t help him, support him or be there for him in any way.  I don’t know what it is about some people that makes them crave attention and tear other people down.  Cenzo was an amazing person behind the rogue that everyone knew.  He had a wonderful life, always took time to check on the people he cared about and went absolutely out of his way to adjust what he had going or planned to fit with someone else’s schedule or problems.  

I will miss him more than I could ever hope to find words to say.  My friend I hope that wherever you are you are happy and healthy and living your life without the bullshit and bias that you had to face on here.

Now having said that, and fully admitting that I have no idea who is doing this, what this is concerned with or just who I may or may not be insulting let me go one step further.  It would take 100 of you to be worth Cenzo left foot.  I don’t know what happened in your childhood to make you the type of person that gets their rocks off bullying and belittling people but I can’t see your life getting any better.  You may be some fabulously wealthy person, live in a big house, have tons of servants running around, or you may be some out of work alcoholic bitter old hag or any where in between but one thing is for certain, you will never enjoy your life to the fullest as long as you have to resort to tactics like these to try and make yourself feel better.

I don’t know what is in store for Candi, right now I’m just mourning the loss of a friend and a story that we had worked so hard on, putting it aside so others could get theirs told first.  While I won’t lie and say that doesn’t make me sad and a little angry, that anger is in no way, shape or form directed  towards Cenzo.  

If you have storylines or something where you could use Candi coming up, feel free to get in touch with me,  I’m open to rewriting her character a little bit, but she is always going to have Cenzo as a part of her past.  I owe that to my friend, my reason for making Candi in the first place.