Stepping off the bus after the 12 hour bus ride, from Canaan to Purgatory, I stretch, softly, yawning. I take a deep breath in, inhaling the scent of country, and death, sighing softly, knowing that this town isn't normal already. I look around as the driver, grabs my bags, putting them beside me. "Hope you enjoy this small town." He says with a smile. I smile back, before resuming my search for an old familiar red head. Grinning as the tall red head makes her way over to me. "Tata!" She cries, picking me up softly in her arms. I wrap myself around her, burying my head into the side of her neck. "Coley." I mumble, softly. I take in the scent of vanilla and gunpowder, as my older sister holds me impossibly closer. I jump down, my hand reaching for the bags behind me. Pulling the bags behind us, Nicole wraps her arm around my shoulder, I flinch slightly. I look up at Nicole, "Lo siento," I apologize softly in Spanish, knowing she would understand me. " Está bien, NAT." She says back, helping me put my stuff in the back of her cruiser. I grab my backpack, placing it in the front of the car. "So, Mariposa, I have some things I need to finish at the station, would you mind coming with me?" I shake my head softly. "No hay problema, burbujas" I whisper, smiling faintly. I pull tenderly at my winter coat, my eyes suddenly casting downwards. "Do you have something you can do, while you wait for me?" Nic inquires gingerly. I glance at Nicole, before answering, "Sí, tengo una evaluación de Historia y mi libro." I murmur, pointing to my backpack.
I figure I should probably explain my story. Hello, I'm Natalia Laura Haught, I'm 13 years old, and due to an accident, that killed my parents in November, I have been sent to go live with my sister Nicole. As Purgatory is so far away, a 10 hour drive without stops, I ended the school term, while bouncing from foster home to foster home, for three weeks before being placed with my sister's best friend, Shay, until winter break. I grew up in a bilingual house hold, Spanish and English, due to the trauma of the accident, I have resorted to talking mostly Spanish instead of English, which annoyed most of my foster parents. I am currently studying, History, Hebrew, Latin and Photography online. Oh and one last thing, I'm a full blooded witch.
As we pull up at the station, I notice a shorter brunette walking across the road, towards the station. "¿Es eso Waverly? ¿La chica de la que me hablabas?" I inquire in perfect Spanish. Nicole chuckles before replying. "Sí, pequeña miss nosey, " I nod and let my eyes wonder to the brunette. The brunette wearing, dark blue jeans, worn in brown books, a blue sweater and a multi-coloured scarf, I nod as she walks over to us. "Hiya Nic," She calls to us once close enough. I step back, hiding slightly behind Nicole, who chuckles. "Hey Waves." She says back, moving to hug the shorter woman, causing me to whimper slightly. "Mi dispiace." I mutter, shocked with myself. I watch silently as Nicole makes her way back over to me, wrapping her arm around my shoulder. "Meet me in the station? If you want somewhere quiet to do your study, you may use one of the interrogation rooms." She drops her voice to a whisper. I bob my head, before walking past Waverly, "Nicole habla sobre usted todo el tiempo, un día, quizás sólo te digo lo que ella dice." I mutter towards the older woman, throwing a grin over my shoulder, towards my sister. I make my way into the station, refusing to actually settle down to do my history assignment instead, taking a seat on the couch, in the lobby. I pull 'How To Kill A Mockingbird' out of my backpack, placing it next to me, as I slip on my reading glasses and throwing my chocolate hair up in a messy bun. Leaning back into the couch, I open the book, I let myself be dragged into another world. My eyes flying over the words, at a speed of 4000 words per minute, I lose myself in the story, not realizing that someone had taken a seat beside me. I glance up, at someone clearing their throat, I smile at the brunette. "Hola Waverly," I mumble, forgetting most people don't speak Spanish. "Hola, ¿debes ser Natalia?" I shake my head yes as I take in the fact that Waverly knows Spanish. "Así que tu hermana habla de mí, ¿eh?" I grin, nodding. "Todo el tiempo, es conseguir que deje de hablar de usted, que tengo problemas con." I say, softly, thinking carefully about my next few words. "Whenever we Skyped, and she talked about you, her smile actually reached her eyes, which is something that hasn't happened in a very long time. I have to thank you for that. You bring out the best in my sister." I mumble, speaking English for the time since the accident. I look up at the brunette who has tears flowing, I place my hand on her shoulder, tenderly. I smile softly at her, wiping her tears away. "Tata, what did you do?" I hear from the other side of the room. I glance towards my older sister. "I thanked her, for bringing the real you back." I whisper towards the oldest woman in the room. I look back at my book, finishing the book in the next ten minutes. I faintly hear Waverly being called while reading. I close the book placing it back in my backpack. I pull out my MacBook, and my history notebook, beginning to read over the notes. I lay on my stomach, typing out the assignment, my mind working faster than my hands. I edit the essay before sending it off to my lecturer. I close my laptop, slipping it back into my bag.
I stand up, stretching my arms above my head, I walk over to Nicole's desk, plonking myself on her desk. "Bored are we, Butterfly?" I smile at the use of the nickname. "We'll, I've finished my essay and my book." Nicole chuckles softly before pulling me down into her lap. "How about, butterfly, you go and grab the doughnuts from the bakery? I ordered them earlier, and grab yourself something." She mutters towards me, I nod gingerly, as she hands me $50. I jump off her lap before grabbing my winter coat off the rack. I lean over Nic's desk, kissing her cheek softly, before heading out to the bakery. I make my way across the road, towards the local bakery, upon entering the shop; I am greeted by another teenager. "Welcome to the Everwood Bakery, how can I help?" I look up smiling up at the other teen in the shop, her golden blonde hair, catching the light, making it shine. "Um. Doughnut order for Haught?" I ask softly, before making my way over to the fridge to grab myself a drink, and a salad wrap. I step up to the counter handing over the money. I take the change, waving goodbye, as I exit the bakery. I cross the street quickly, slipping back into the warmth of the station. I place my wrap and water, on the couch, before stripping off my winter coat. I pick up the box of doughnuts, placing them on the front counter of the office. Nicole looks up with grin. "Doughnuts!" She says, standing behind the counter. I watch as she opens the box, grabbing three of each kind, placing them on a plate, as she closes the box. "Do me a favour, Butterfly?" She asks softly, I nod waiting for what she wants me to do. "Can you go over to that door, and give the people in there, the rest of the doughnuts?" I grin before, picking up the box. I reach the door, knocking softly. I wait a minute, but no one answers. "Butterfly, you need to knock louder." Nicole chuckles from behind me. I knock on the door harder, "Eine Minute," I hear from the other side of the door, before turning to Nicole, with shocked expression. I turn back to the door, with a smirk, "Meine Schwester brachte euch Jungs Donuts." I reply, grinning at Waverly, holding up the box in my hands.
Waverly steps aside, allowing me to enter the room, I place the box on the table. "I don't know who you are, but I like you, you brought me doughnuts." An older woman says, grinning at me. "Nat, meet Wynonna, my older sister, Xavier Dolls, our boss, Jeremy Chetri, our lab technician and Doc Holliday, our oldest guy." I grin at everyone, but my jaw drops and my eyes widen at the mention of Doc Holliday. "As in The Doc Holliday?" I ask, turning to Waverly. "The one and only, ma'am." I hear from behind me, I turn towards the voice, my grin growing. "I always thought it was a myth." I say, my eyes sparkling with glee. "I can assure you, little lady, I am no myth." I smile towards the older man. I look back towards Waverly. "What is this?" I ask quietly, looking around the room, my eyes quickly scanning the documents on the pin up board. "Well mini Haught, this is Black Badge." I nod, before dragging my eyes back to Waverly. "Like Demons, Angels and Witches?" I ask, gingerly. I watch as everyone in the room tilts their head to the side, slightly confused. "What?" I ask, suddenly shy. "You know about Demons?" Dolls asks, looking at me. I nod, "I'm not one, but I am however a witch." I mumble quietly. "But that would make Nicole-" I cut Wynonna off, "I'm not Nicole's biological sister, I was adopted at a young age." I say, turning to the others in the room. "It explains why she wasn't fazed by me." Doc pipes up, from his place beside Wynonna. I grin at everyone. "I know about the curse, and all of that. I know this is The Ghost River Triangle." I say, as I look around. "It's not too hard to figure out." I whisper softly, I turn as a knock on the door sounds. "Hey Nat, time to go." I nod, before turning to Waverly. "You were close to solving which revenant it is." I say with a sly smile, swiping my hand over the table, causing one paper, to shuffle to the top of the pile. I smirk before exiting the office.
Translations: Spanish.
Lo siento = I'm sorry.
Está bien, NAT = It's ok, Nat.
No hay problema, burbujas = No Problem, Bubbles.
Sí, tengo una evaluación de Historia y mi libro. = Yeah, I have a history assessment, and my book.
Mariposa = Butterfly
¿Es eso Waverly? ¿La chica de la que me hablabas? = Is that Waverly? The girl you were telling me about?
Sí, pequeña miss nosey = Yes, Little Miss Nosey.
Nicole habla sobre usted todo el tiempo, un día, quizás sólo te digo lo que ella dice. = Nicole talks about you all the time, one day, I might just tell you what she says.
Hola, ¿debes ser Natalia? = Hello, you must be Natalia?
Hola Waverly = Hello Waverly.
Así que tu hermana habla de mí, ¿eh? = So your sister talks about me, huh?
Todo el tiempo, es conseguir que deje de hablar de usted, que tengo problemas con. = All the time, it's getting her to stop talking about you, that I have problems with.
Translations: German
Eine Minute = One Minute
Meine Schwester brachte euch Jungs Donuts. = My Sister brought you guys doughnuts.
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