Miracles Happen
Chapter 3 – Didyme
AN: I'm sooo sorry for not updating! It totally gets on my nerves when people do that. I'm working on so many stories right now; I can't update them all super fast. I'm trying to wrap up a few so I can work faster, but you just can't count on super-fast updates. I'm deeply sorry.
Bah, enough of this. Chapter time!
Sulpicia's POV
I stopped talking to Carlisle and stared at the little blonde vampire. She was racing around the Palazzo as if chasing a butterfly, but I saw nothing. Carlisle explained what she was doing, and my jaw dropped open.
"She's probably seen a ghost," he whispered.
"Excuse me?" I asked him.
"Kat appears to have a special ability," he explained to me in Italian. I heard Edward translating for the other Cullens. "We already know that she can shift back and forth between human and vampire form, as well as project her ability to change us as well. Through my time with her coven, I have determined that she is also able to see ghosts. If my suspicions are correct, she may be able to turn them back into humans. Perhaps she can test this theory today."
As I slowly registered what he was saying, it occurred to me that this ghost was more than likely a dead vampire. Probably one of the rule-breakers, I told myself. The girl will test out her ability, and we will return the spirit to its rightful place. No harm done.
I watched as Kat conversed with the ghost. She was speaking aloud, and though my English was still choppy, I understood some of what she was saying, though it made little sense without both halves of the conversation. She jumped again to try to catch the ghost, and I noticed that she was drawing quite a lot of attention to herself.
Kat's outstretched hand clasped around something invisible that I took to be the ghost's wrist, and her eyes lit up. She pulled the ghost down, backing away into the dark alley where we were standing, and where no one could see her, and rested her hands on what I assumed were the ghost's shoulders, squeezing her eyes shut. As the ghost materialized in front of her, I strained to see what the woman looked like. I could see only her pale skin and shiny, jet-black hair that fell down to her slender hips. She didn't remind me of any specific prisoners of ours.
"You can let go now."
As I heard her all-to-familiar bell-toned voice, I let out a small gasp. No, it couldn't be! Not her. It can't be her. She is…
"Dead," I whispered, so quietly even Carlisle didn't hear it. Of course it could be her. She was dead. I should have known it before.
I took a step forward, realizing that I had clasped a hand over my mouth. I stepped carefully forward, slowly moving towards the newly revived vampire girl. As she turned to face me, I instantly recognized her angelic, porcelain features and gasped slightly again.
"Didyme?"
She smiled softly, and held out a hand. I noticed that she was dressed in a simple white gown, likely given to her by someone in the afterlife. I made a mental note to ask her about it later and took her hand.
"Sulpicia," she said, looking down at my modernized evening gown. "You have changed."
I laughed slightly, trying to hide the fact that I was nearly crying, a strange feat for a vampire. "I do like to modernize, especially when I go out," I explained in rapid Italian. "It helps us to blend in."
She laughed and pulled me into a warm (for a vampire) embrace. I hugged her back, beyond excited to see my sister-in-law once again.
I didn't have to look back at the Cullens to know of their obvious confusion. Our conversation would make little sense to those under 2,000 years old. I heard Edward—the mind-reader, as Aro tells me—explaining the situation to his family. "It's her sister," he whispered. "She died around 2,000 years ago." I knew enough English for that.
Didyme laughed her bell-toned laughter, and it was then that I felt the aura of happiness that she radiated wherever she went. This was, without a doubt, my sister. She stepped around me to see the Cullens, keeping her arm around my shoulders. "Yes, it's true," she answered with shockingly fluent English. "I have been…dead…for quite some time now."
"Ohmygawsh, I can't believe I can actually do that!"
I turned around to see Kat pumping her fists in the air and jumping around like an excited puppy. Though her slang-riddled English was difficult for me to understand, I could see that her face was glowing with excitement. She was clearly happy with her newfound abilities.
Didyme laughed and extended her other arm around Kat. "It's rather exciting, isn't it?" The hyper young blonde nodded, grinning ear to ear. "Thank you so much, dear."
"Oh, it was nothing. Actually, that was less painful than most of the times I've changed these guys." She gestured to the Cullens. "It barely hurt."
She was smiling, but I could see that it had been more draining than she pretended it had. Didyme looked like she could see it, too, but said nothing.
"Shall we go back up to the castle?" suggested Carlisle.
"That sounds like an excellent plan," agreed Didyme. She started walking back into the shadows, keeping her arms around Kat and me. I glanced behind me, and saw that the Cullens were following us. I kept up with my stepsister's fast pace easily, the excitement of seeing her putting an extra spring in my step.
AN: Ich spreche Italein. That's "I speak Italian" in German. I'm trying to practice my German by writing a sentence for each chapter I post. Enjoy my little bits of knowledge, readers!
I'd really appreciate your comments on how I portrayed Sully here. In my mental drafts of this story, she and Didyme kinda behaved like teenage girls, and I'm hoping I was able to stray away from that. Did I do well with that?
As a sidenote, this chapter is a goldmine for anyone wearing their Les Yay goggles. Yeah, I went there. XD
Review plz :)
