Rebirth

by Janaba

This – whatever it was – didn't feel like death. I tried to remember what happened, and when Kai's sadistic face appeared on my mind I became furious. That little bastard! He killed Joey and me, as much as I knew. He possibly did kill all of our siblings after me, too. But if I was here, where were they?

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You know, when I was a kid I often had nightmares about death after one of those creepy ceremonies my coven said were very important. I'd never seen the sense in them, but I couldn't close my eyes without thinking about the time when every one of us would be dead. And I, as little as I'd been, started crying until my mom came into my room to comfort me. She told me I wouldn't have to be afraid. That people were born to live until they die, the way of living. But she also told me that humans become angels when they die, to watch their loved ones living on earth until they join them in heaven. That imagination pleased me and I agreed to go to sleep.

A few years later, when I faced death in form of my older brother Kai, I wasn't afraid. I always had my mother's words in my ears and when my heart stopped beating, I closed my eyes knowing I would probably see everyone again, some day.

I wasn't all that wrong, actually. But as I woke up again, it didn't feel like I was dead. I was just tired and thirsty as hell, and everything around me was dark. But I could feel grass under my fingers as I tried to stand up. I fluctuated when I tried to let go of the cold wall next to me and almost landed on all fours again.

This – whatever it was – didn't feel like death. I tried to remember what happened, and when Kai's sadistic face appeared on my mind I became furious.

That little bastard! He killed Joey and me, as much as I knew. He possibly did kill all of our siblings after me, too. But if I was here, where were they?

»Joey! «, I screamed as load as I could, but my throat was sore and I could hardly whisper. I made my way out of the dark room I woke up in, but the bright day light hurt my eyes too much. I had to stop and cover my eyes until they accustomed to it, and I watched everything around me with wide eyes. I was on a cemetery, but not the one I knew in Portland were my grandmother was buried.

I felt like a zombie, the walking dead actually, and I winced when a loud voice rang out behind me.

»Hey, young lady, what are you doing here? «

There was a guy behind me who seemed to be in his early twenties. He had dark blond hair and beautiful chocolate brown eyes and, oh, he looked like a gardener.

»Who are you? «, I asked warily and my voice was still rough.

»My name's Henry, I work here. Who are you? «

I ignored his question and looked around. Of course he worked here, what else would he do here, dressed like a gardener?

»Where are we? «, I kept asking and watched every careful step he took.

»This is the Mystic Falls Cemetery. What have you done in the Parker crypt? «, he asked and I looked back at him for the first time. How did I come to Mystic Falls? I couldn't just travel through the whole country without knowing it. But I'd been in Mystic Falls before, a summer when I was like nine years old. There was one address I could always visit if I needed help.

»Listen, Henry. I need you to take me to a family friend. «, I told him and he kept watching me.

»Sure. But would you tell me your name? It's strange to drive a pretty girl around without knowing her name. «

I smiled lightly. »My name's Leah Parker. Do you know the Bennetts? «