AN: Here it is guys, the sequel to Oblivion! Sorry it took longer than expected, homework piled up. I think the title of this chapter is very fitting for what's going to happen.
"Again Janelle!" Elliot shouted, as I fell down on the mat for what had to have been the thousandth time that day.
I groaned as I got back up to my feet. I could feel my muscles aching from working so hard, and I longed for a nice hot shower, but unfortunately my drill sergeant/cousin wouldn't allow me to. It had been about three months since I left in Mystic Falls and moved to New York to begin my training. It had been a very long three months filled with pain and sweat.
"You'll have to do better than that. Those fighting skills are a disgrace to the Rousseau name," Elliot said.
Though I could hear the smile in his voice, his words still stung. I had been training non-stop developing balance, agility, and eventually fighting skills. I'm proud to say that I had greatly improved, and learned to use a long blade, throwing disks, and throwing knives. But, according to Elliot and Grandma they had saw some improvement, that's as a close a compliment I'm going to get from my family.
Why did being an assassin witch have to be so hard? Sure, my natural instincts helped me out a bit so that I wasn't totally hopeless, but I looked like an ordinary witch next to the rest of my family. At 15 years old, most witches in my family could take on three vampires single handedly (okay, maybe not, but it seemed like that). I could barely handle witch hunters at 17.
Other than that life couldn't get any better, or it could get better if Elliot would just let me take a break and shower.
"Please Elliot," I whined after he had pinned me down once again. "We have been going at this for hours. Can we please just call it a day so that I can shower?"
Elliot regarded me coolly with his deep brown eyes, "I'll tell you what," Elliot said smirking. "If you beat me, then we'll be done,"
I threw my hands up into the air, "But I'll never beat you!" I exclaimed.
He grinned that cocky smile of his, the one that made me want to punch him, "Exactly," he said.
Glaring at him, I stood up and got into position, determined to show him that I could, in fact, beat him and that he wasn't this invincible god that he seemed to think he was.
Elliot smirked and stood across from me, "Whenever you're ready,"
My eyes narrowed as I regarded Elliot, who was standing across from me in a defensive position. I took a deep breath and charged at him, completely focused on the fight. I continued running forward before I threw a punch toward his face, but Elliot neatly dodged the attack, making it look effortless. I was sure that if I was the one doing that move, I would look like some distressed otter or something. It amazed and aggravated me that Elliot was perfect at everything he tried. It just wasn't fair.
Elliot smirked at me as I glared, "C'mon, Janelle, you can do better than that," he taunted.
I whipped my foot out toward him, hoping to bring him down, but it had the opposite effect. Elliot grabbed my leg and brought me down to the ground. But before he could pin me down, I rolled over and jumped up. Surprise flickered in Elliot's eyes before he refocused on the fight, bringing his fist down toward my face. I dodged quickly and brought my arm out to punch him in the stomach.
Elliot dodged before advancing toward me. He kept kicking and punching, but somehow I managed to evade all of his attacks. I was surprised that I was doing so well. Usually Elliot would have won the fight by now. Elliot knew this too and his attacks came faster as he tried to bring me down.
Finally I grew tired of remaining on the defensive and I did a move that Elliot had taught me a while ago and one that I had seen him use many times before. I faked to the right and then quick as a snake, I changed direction and landed a blow to his solar plexus, surprising him and sending him to the ground.
"I win," I said, smiling hugely.
I actually beat Elliot. Wow. That was a first. It had been a very long time since anyone had beaten him, which had only caused his already too big head to grow twice the size it already was, so I wasn't planning on letting him forget this for a very long time.
Elliot stared up at me in surprise and with a little bit of pride on his face, "Good job, Janelle. You did excellent, but I must tell you that I was going easy on you,"
I rolled my eyes in exasperation, "You're impossible," I sighed. "You just don't want to admit that I beat you,"
"Congratulations on beating Elliot, it's about time someone did. His head was getting far too big," a voice said, I whipped around and saw that it was Grandma with Aubree.
Elliot's mouth popped open as he regarded Grandma in surprise, "How did you know about that?" He demanded.
"I was here when she pinned you down. Very impressive, Janelle. You have greatly improved. You're a very quick learner," Grandma said.
"Oh my God, she gave me a real compliment," I thought.
"Thank you, Grandma," I said smiling.
"I see you brought my next victim," Elliot joked, referring to Aubree.
"So it would seem," Grandma replied. "Come with me Janelle, we have a guest,"
Grandma guided me out the room, but not before I looked at Bree and realized how withdrawn she looked, like something had terribly frightened her.
"What the hell happened when she was with Grandma?" I thought.
~~~x~~~
Grandma and I walked through the doorway of the kitchen, and I stopped short. At the kitchen table sat an elegant looking woman with black hair with brown highlights. She sat tall, wearing a black dress that accentuated her body. In her hand was a half-smoked cigarette. This wasn't someone I've had ever seen before.
"Who are you?" I asked the stranger.
The stranger turned to look at me, as if noticing me for the first time, "You mean you don't know?"
"Can't say that I do, ma'am," I replied, still studying her.
The stranger gave a breathy "ha" and shook her head, "That shouldn't surprise me, I haven't seen you since you were born. What reason did your father have to talk about me?"
The stranger stood up. She was proud, regal, and intimidating, "I'm Mary Claremont, your grandmother," Mary introduced.
"That's impossible. Dad said you died before I was born," I stated.
"Your father lied," Mary stated plainly, before taking one last drag from her cigarette before crushing the end of it in the ashtray. "My son shielded you from our way of life for a long time, afraid you would become like his other siblings. It was an unfortunate tragedy that Ella and Henry had to die for you to discover your true self, but you know what they say God works in mysterious ways," Mary said casually, standing up.
"How could you say that about my mom and dad? How could you say that about your son?" I asked angrily, bawling up my fists.
"Because I can, and moping about it won't bring him back. Anyways, once I found out from Cordelia you were training, I thought this would be the perfect time to show you the powerful magic that we Claremont's possess," Mary explained.
"Dark magic," I repeated, slowly opening my bawled fists up.
"Yes, dark magic Janelle. I know Marie probably has been teaching you white magic, but that's not who we are. After all Janelle, you have been practicing dark magic long before you got to New York," Mary said pointedly.
I averted my gaze to the floor ashamed, "That's nothing to be ashamed of Janelle, in fact I'm here to you help harness this magic," Mary stated smiling.
A little too happily for my taste.
"Janelle, I can give you riches and comforts you never imagine were possible. I can make you the most powerful witch to walk the earth. You will never have to spend another day trying to be the hero. All I ask of you Janelle, is to let me be your teacher and for you to follow my teachings,"
My mind felt foggy as I thought about the decision, and Mary could sense my inner struggle.
"Think about it Janelle, by practicing dark magic you can protect yourself and more importantly everyone you love," Mary said.
I thought about all the times my magic failed me when I needed it, all the times I almost died. And then I thought of Aubree and how she almost died by the hands of Klaus.
"I'll do it, teach me the ways of dark magic,"
"As long as you are with me Janelle, your beautiful face will never be marred with tears again and no one will harm you. I knew when I first saw you as a baby that fate would bring us together again and you would be an unstoppable force,"
~~~x~~~
Later on that night in the woods
Mary, Cordelia, and I looked at the group of criminals in the center of the pentagram. There was a full moon up in the horizon and the humans were restless.
"Let me go!" an ugly pale skinned rapist demanded. "How did you seal us in here? How is any of this possible?"
"Yeah," said a jewelry thief. "You circus freaks?"
Mary looked at the band of arguing evil men and then she snapped her fingers and they all kept quiet, "You all are here to be punished for your sins. Sins you've committed against humanity,"
"What sin did I commit?" the rapist asked.
"What do you think?" Grandmother said sharply.
Somehow Mary and Grandma managed to get all these criminals and round them up for the ceremony, I don't know how, and honestly I don't care. But now, it was time to bring justice to them.
"Do exactly what I showed earlier today," Mary reminded, before stepping back to watch me.
"It's time for your demise!" I closed my eyes, and channeled the power of the moon into myself.
"Phesmatis Spiritus tuum da mihi potestatem, occide fures, Macta et illicitum et inflammábit animas eorum potestas minori aestimari vestris. Lorem ipsum dolor sit infernum, est illicitum morietur,"
The men in the circle screamed as they felt pain in their minds: their blood vessels were exploding, their veins popping open, they were dying slowly and begging me for forgiveness, but I wasn't about to forgive anyone.
I saw the dark magic entering my veins and felt that same pleasurable sensation when I used dark magic on Bastien. I continued on with my spell, "Agia venit ténebris, et adimplebit complendam mea venas alica cum virtute Pentagram ego convocabo magicae spiritus ab inferno! Occidite eos!"
All the criminals lay dead and I stood there with the power entering me slowly, I was channeling the power of their dying souls and making it my own. I smirked graced my lips that could send chills down your spine.
It was at this moment that I realized dark magic was the way to go. It's consuming me, I can feel it. Darkness seeped into my veins, routing its way into me and overtaking me. Uncontrollable power is devouring me from the inside out and I've never felt more powerful. Mary told me dark magic is a manifestation of your will and you can do anything and I can. My willpower is strong and therefore limitless.
It was my first time killing with dark magic and I half expected to feel some remorse, maybe even shed a tear, but all I did was cock my head to the side and smirk, and stepped over one of the dead bodies to join Grandma and Mary. That was when I knew, I would be never be the same.
AN: DUN DUN! You're going to see a very different side of Janelle in the chapters to come. Let me know what you think!
And since someone couldn't tell which one was the main character (which I'm not sure how you don't know who the main character is) but anyways here's a rundown of the characters.
Janelle: Main character of the story.
Aubree: Janelle's younger sister.
Marie: Janelle's and Aubree's Aunt.
Bastien: The brother of Nadine, a past doppelganger, before being turned into vampire by Klaus.
Mary: Janelle's and Aubree's Grandmother, on their father's side.
Cordelia: Janelle's and Aubree's Grandmother, on their mother's side.
Malia: Janelle's best friend.
Elliot: Janelle's and Aubree's cousin