Nona's Confession

So i'm thinking bout how I can work everything into the story and this is what I Have so far. That the Grandmother - Nona - tells Evie these weird stories and when Evie researches them, most of them end up being true. HEre's something I wrote today. What do u guys think?

“Nona?”
“Yes, dearie?”
“How did you go blind?” She was still for a second.
“You really want to know?” Her voice came out in a harsh whisper.
“Yes,” I said breathlessly. She nodded.
“Come here darling. Hold my hand. It’s difficult to relive it, but it’s time to talk about it.” I scooted off the worn red couch to sit at her feet, my back pressed against her legs, my hand in hers.
“Evie, do you believe in Vampires? Werewolves? Witches?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Because if you didn’t you’d be a fool. You know I was in Italy for a long long time right?”
“Yes” I repeated.
“Did anyone ever tell you why?”
“No, Nona. They just told me you needed a vacation.” She chuckled.
“Vacation my ass. I was researching.”
“Researching what?” There was a pause.
“Vampires.” My back stiffened.
“Go on,” I said in a hushed whisper.
“Well, I lived in Salem, Massachusetts for a while. I grew up next door to my best friend, Bessie. Her family was supposedly Witches that dated back to the Salem Witch Trials. They were one of the lucky few who got away.
“One day, Bessie invited me over to meet her Grandmother. While there, she told us an old legend.” Nona paused for a second, her hands moving slowly around on the table next to her and finally coming to a rest on the glass of water. Carefully she raised it to her lips and took a sip before feeling for the table again, placing it down gently.
“She told us that her grandmother had been involved with some dark, dark magick and that the priest that started the Salem Witch Trials wasn’t a priest at all – it was a vampire. He wanted his revenge on the witches, as well as many many more vampires.”
“Revenge?” I asked. She nodded.
“What do you know of the Bubonic Plague?” She asked.
“Not much. Why?”
“Do you know of the symptoms?” I thought for a minute.
“Yes. Swelling in the glands, and red marks on the skin that turned to black.” Nona nodded.
“Yes,” she said softly. “Bessie’s grandmother told us that the plague was actually vampirism being spread. Now, in case you didn’t know, witches are all about the balance between good and evil, night and day and such.
“Well, when the coven found out about the outbreak of vampirism going on in Europe, they became wary and scared. They were put on this planet to balance out the world, so they created something else to keep the vampires in line. Not to kill them, but to keep the world at ease.”
“What did they create, Nona?” Suddenly I was scared, unsure if I wanted to know the answer.
“Werewolves.”
“How?!” I asked, sitting up straight.
“No one knows for sure, but witches were very powerful creatures. Anything is possible. The legend goes to tell that the witches created the werewolves, but like every creation with a human mind, the werewolves grew quickly out of control. They became their own species of human, separating themselves from the witches all together. They began to massacre the vampires.
“Fearful for their life, the High Witch gathered the covens and all of them fled to America. The High Witch – who, by the way, was the one who began the creation of werewolves – settled in Salem. After the “plague” ended in Europe all together – thanks to the werewolves – some vampires traveled to America and started to plot against the witches, which is how the Salem Witch Trials occurred. They were looking for the High Witch, knowing that if they killed her, then all witches’ powers would be eliminated. Of course the plan backfired, and as soon as the Prime Vampire realized that they were getting frantic and killing innocent people – as well as witches – he made them stop, and the vampires dispersed across America and nothing was thought of it again.
“The story stayed with me forever, as it will with you. So as soon as I was old enough I went to Italy to find out as much as possible. I wanted to find out if it was true.” She paused.
“Was it?” I asked breathlessly.
“Yes, my dear. I found that out the hard way.” There was a moment of silence before the puzzle pieces clicked together.
“Nona,” I gasped. “What happened to you!?” She patted my hand before continuing.
“I witnessed something I wasn’t supposed to see. His name was Vincent, and I had fallen in love with him. It wasn’t long before I put it together that he was exactly what I was looking for.
“I followed him one night, desperate for answers, and boy did I find them. I remember it like it was yesterday; he had disappeared down an alley and when I peaked down there, he was crouched over something. I went to go take a step in, to see if he was hurt or something, but then a vicious snarl stopped me in my tracks. A huge black wolf came flying out of no where, knocking me down and hurling itself at Vincent. I cried out to warn him, but my warning cry turned into a cry of terror as I saw his fangs, and the thing he had been crouching over.” She shuddered, and I squeezed her hand in reinsurance.
“Then what?”
“Then I watched the man – no, vampire – I loved die. I watched as the werewolf ripped him to shreds, and then the wolf turned into a man and set the pieces on fire and dragged the body behind a pile of garbage. That’s when he finally saw me, his cold blue eyes narrowed at me as I still sat on the ground where he had knocked me down. He began to walk over to me and as he did I could hear his bones snapping as he shifted in back into a wolf. I didn’t have time to scream before he threw himself in the air at me, and I closed my eyes and threw my hands up in a pathetic attempt to protect myself.
“I’m not too sure what happened next, but all I know is that I felt something very warm and very safe pull me away, and I heard the yelp of a hurt dog. When I opened my eyes, there was … something … fighting the wolf off. It was a man, I know that. But he was surrounded in glowing white light. He was beautiful, and I watched as he bloodied the wolf’s paw, and the wolf fell down belly up. It was still alive, and probably would of kept fighting, but the being straightened up and pointed in the opposite way the wolf had come from.
“Go.” The being said and the wolf abided. The being came over to me and touched my face, silver tears slipping down its face.
“My dear, my apologies,” he said in plain English. “I am so sor-“ his voice got caught in his throat as he saw the necklace that hung around my neck. The same necklace that hangs around yours, Evie. He picked it up gently and asked as if in awe where I had gotten it from. I stammered, explaining it had been passed down in my family girl to girl for years, and suddenly he looked angry.
“Go back to America child,” he said angrily, but still with some kindness. And there was brilliance – a bright light, and then … nothing. I don’t know how I ended up back home, but I did. And I was blind.”