Vicki and Henry head down the stairs with an oil lamp in hand. They were tiptoeing, trying to be as quiet as possible so as not to awaken the other guests.
As they got to the bottom of the stairs, Vicki realizes what she and Henry suspected is true..
"Well, we ain't in Toronto anymore," Vicki whispers.
Henry frowned, he was clenching his jaw. The front desk was gone. Original furniture is in what was apparently the old living room. A woman, looking very much like the woman in the paintings, is sitting by the fireplace crying. A man is beside her trying to console her.
"Can you tell if they are real?" Vicki asks Henry.
"Yes, I can hear their heartbeats, smell them. Vicki," he turns to her, "open up. Let your magic out, see if she responds."
Vicki shakes her head no, "Are you out of your rabbit ass mind Henry? We have no idea what the hell is going on here, much less, if I release it.."
"Please, just do it. If nothing happens, no harm, no foul..if it does, then we'll know." Henry pleaded with her.
"Trust me Vicki, there has got to be a reason for this." Vicki frowned and sighed.
"Fine..but if something happens, the shit is really gonna hit the fan.." Vicki closed her eyes, took a deep breath and opened up. Nothing was visible to the naked eye but as Vicki released, the woman stopped crying and turned in her direction, she had felt it.
"Who's there?" the woman called out. Henry took Vicki's hand, pulling her but she was frozen. Henry looked back at her, encouraging her.
"Again, I ask who is in my home?" The woman got up, her hand out in front of her as if feeling for something. The man was squinting, looking forward, trying to see something.
"Please, do not be afraid, come forward," she offered. The woman was very pretty, much more beautiful than the paintings. She had long flowing hair, nearly identical to the color of Vicki's. Her eyes were a beautiful blue-grey color.
Vicki and Henry stepped out of the shadows. The woman gasped.
"So it is your magic I feel," she said softly.
"I assume you're Rebecca Jacobs and this is your husband George," Vicki pointed between the two, still holding Henry's hand. They had seen and experienced a lot of strange things together but time travel, well that was a new one.
"Yes, I am. And you," she pointed to them, "are the vampire and his mate, the white sorceress, you have come to help me I hope."
Vicki's mouth fell open. Henry growled, he did not like being in unfamiliar surroundings and being known as a vampire.
"How do you know this?" Henry asked in his vampire voice.
Rebecca smiled, "Please sit, I will tell you everything."
Vicki and Henry sat together on a small couch. It would be a wonderful antique in their time, now, it was brand new.
Rebecca sat down across from them, George stood slighty to her side, his hand on her shoulder for comfort, hers on on top of his.
"Well, if you are from the future and you are here, then my plan has succeeded. As you must know by now, I am going to be tried and convicted as a witch, along with my George," she looked lovingly at him as she spoke.
"Wait, you mean you haven't been yet? How do you know that you will?" Vicki asked.
Rebecca smiled, "Just as I know you are the white sorceress and he is a vampire, I am a white witch too. I can see things, feel things."
"So you are a witch, but how did they find out? Most magical people hide their abilities," Vicki was puzzled. She knew she was very careful, as was Maggie, Samantha, all of her extended family both biological and otherwise. No one knew. They were very careful.
"We do however, the one who is trying us is not as he seems," Rebecca became angry, pursing her lips and frowning.
"Ah..great. A man who is not what he seems. I'm sooo shocked," Vicki said rolling her eyes. Rebecca giggled.
"What the hell is so funny?" Vicki asked using her usual colorful language. Rebecca abruptly stopped laughing, her eyes getting wide.
"Oh sir, you will have to explain to her she cannot speak that way while she is here."
"Wait..what do you mean while I am here? I'm not staying here. My kids.." Vicki became somewhat disturbed. She was sure as hell not staying the 1600's. Henry had better get them back.
"You won't have to stay forever. Just a day or two. You must help me right things with me," Rebecca told her.
"I don't have to do jack shit lady," Vicki got up, fists clenched.
"Actually," Rebeccs stood up too. They were eye to eye. "Yes you do, Victoria Nelson Fitzroy."
"How the hell..??" Vicki was amazed this woman knew so much about her.
"If you do not help me, then many things will go wrong in the future," Rebecca told her.
"What? You disappeared, what difference does it make now?" Vicki told her.
"I disappeared to have my baby in peace, to save her life. Then, I hid myself with a spell inside of this house. My baby was raised elsewhere, so that she could be safe. However, with you arriving here as I planned, things will change. If you do not help me expose this man, I will be executed and you cease to exist, as will your children."
Just when Vicki thought things could not get any stranger..
