Chapter Thirteen
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I don't remember the day my parents died. I was far too young. My grandmother didn't like talking about it but I would beg her to tell me about that unfaithful day.
We were coming from the hospital, it was a few days after I was born. My mother had finally gotten discharged and my dad took the whole week off work so he could prepare for our arrival, he spent the whole day fussing until he got the chance to drive us back home. They were so excited, finally after many lonely years they had gotten a little girl to call their own.
Grams would always describe them as the most romantic couple she had ever seen, they were so in love. The two of them met I’m Portugal during one of my mother’s strange desire to travel out to wherever her heart lead her. So I guess one could say it lead her straight into my father’s arms for he too had gone out in search of his heart’s desire.
They met, fell in love and got married secretly in a church far from home and Grams never failed to mention how mad she still is about it. “He is just lucky he was a righteous and handsome young man” she would finish off.
It was devastating for them that after fourteen years of marriage they still couldn't conceive. They had tried everything and when it finally happened nobody could dampen their joy.
She would describe how my father made sure to tell the whole family and even half the town when he got the news of my birth. He was on the seventh heaven, she described. So when the day came to fetch us from the hospital he filled the car with lots of toys and even managed to cram a human sized bear into the back seat just for me. My mother had to squeeze in with me in her arms because of how large the bear was but she was non the less truly happy. They didn't get to live that happiness for too long, an oil truck lost control of its breaks and smashed into their car.
My father didn't make it he passed away on the scene, surprisingly my mother and I survived due to the bear, it cushioned us from the impact but it wasn't enough. When my grandmother got called to the hospital she was told that her daughter didn't make it to the hospital she lost too much blood.
I've only ever seen my parents faces through pictures and learned about them through stories from those who knew them and mostly my grandmother.
It took me a minute to recognize her. She had the same eyes as the woman in the pictures perfect almond shaped hazel eyes, a smile that could take all your pain away. It was almost impossible that I'd ever see that smile on her face or hear her call my name.
I say almost because here she was standing in front of me with that same bright smile and eyes filled with love my whole being couldn't believe it. She was in a simple white dress and her hair was in waves falling onto her shoulders. "My little Rose" it took one betraying tear to fall which lead the way for the many tears to flow down my face.
"Mom?" The word sounded so weird so foreign coming from me, I never thought I'd get to say that word. "Mommy is that you" Her smile increased. She was much more beautiful than the pictures my grandmother has shown me. I was amazed by the fact that she was here, my brain didn't register the why's and how's of why she was here. I ran to hug her but I ended up on the other side of her. It was like I walked right through her. My heart fell at the realization that I couldn't touch her.
More tears began to flow, "Do not cry my Rosy. You are my strong and brave girl."
"How is this possible" I wiped away the tears, "How are you here, why are you here?" my heart sank realizing that this could only mean something was wrong.
"I have to protect my little girl, even if it's from six feet under" she winked at me, I laughed at her small joke.
"I came to warn you. Things are getting complicated now Rosy, from both worlds. Someone is attempting dark magic it's affecting the spirit world too. A lot of bad things are happening I had to come and warn you. You have to stay safe and learn how to protect yourself. "
" Why does everyone keep saying that. I don't know how to protect myself. Everything just keeps getting more and more complicated I don't know what to do mom I don't know who to trust."
"My magic could only protect you from the accident there is nothing more I could do for you now that I’m gone but you are not all alone, trust your soul and trust your magic it will lead you towards the truth. You got people that care about you here, you can trust her" she motioned touching my cheek but of course I couldn’t feel her. “And my crazy mother is always there to give you courage” We laughed at the memory of my beloved grandmother.
"What if I can't do this" I said after a moment of silence. I could feel the tears making their way again.
"You come from a bloodline of warriors, we have never given up and you wont either. You are Scarlett Rosaline Johanna Brown a descendent of one of the best warriors ever known there is nothing you can't do, victory is in your blood and I know you will make me proud. " she smiled at me more than anything I wished I could hug her.
She seemed like she was starting to fade away," I guess my time is up," her smile turned sad. Like she had forgotten something her face lit up in panic," Maxwell! Don't trust Maxwell "
Her voice was becoming too soft I couldn't hear her last word. I panicked trying to hear properly.
"Mom! what do you mean, Mom! Maxwell is dead"
"He lives Scarlett Maxwell lives. He lives in-" then she completely disappeared I was left starring out into a dark endless hallway once more.
"Mom!" I cried out. "Mom" I turned towards the wall and slid down. Tears flowing freely down my face I couldn't help sobbing.
I suddenly felt two strong arms pull me in for comfort. I sat there for a while taking in the warmth those arms provided I cried until I had no tears left. My heart was broken I felt like I had just lost her for the second time.
After a few more minutes of slight hiccups from my sobbing I pulled myself away. I must look horrible with all the make up that were now tear stained and dry on my face. I could only imagine that I looked like a real zombie.
I turned to look at the person who held me I came face to face with Antonio Vedal. For a second all we did was stare at each other until I remembered my new found dislike of him. I pushed my self up and cleared my throat.
"Are you done being a baby now" And he goes back to being a jerk.
I roll my eyes at him, "It just had to be you." I mutter trying to decide on which way to take. There were three possible hallways I could walk to.
"Who were you expecting? Your prince charming Jacob, well I'm sorry he is too busy to be here for you." I didn't know if he was just pushing my buttons or he was jealous because he sounded jealous but I knew better than to believe that. If only he wasn't a whole foot taller than me because a part me really wanted to harm him.
I walked forward picking a random hallway to take I wanted to get the others and ask them if we could leave.
"You going the wrong way." oh for the love of God.
"So do you mind leading the way" I turned sharply at him. He smirked at me then took the hallway that was behind us.
"Jerk" I whispered forgetting that because of his vampire abilities he could hear me perfectly well.
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