Twilight and all its characters belong to lucky lady Ms. Stephenie Meyer.
Hey guys, here is Chapter 22 at last! It is not my best chapter ever, but hey at least it's finished. I am going to post Chapter 3 to Grayson's side tonight as well
Violette tightly held onto Grayson's arm as the descended the stairs. Below them, there was a low humming of voices coming from the back room. Once into the hall the voices became slightly clearer, and Violette could make out the sound of the twin's identical voices, as well as two foreign ones. A funny thing happened then though, as they got closer, the voices became more familiar. In the door frame Violette stopped, startling Grayson.
"Are you alright?" Grayson asked as he eyed Violette. She nodded her head yes, as they walked through the doorway.
Violette's eyes were fixed on who she could only assume was Jasmine when they entered the room. The woman was older than Violette, but an immense beauty. Her exotic almond shaped eyes and long straight black hair were striking to say the least. It was a face to her surprise she remembered.
Violette's mind flashed to a picture of the beautiful woman. There were curls around her thin face that was lit in candlelight. She was wearing a navy gown that shined faintly. The room behind Jasmine was slightly blurred, but there was a faint sound of Violins and laughter.
Violette found herself immersed in the memory. The room came clearer into view. She was in the ballroom she had been with Grayson in that first dream. Jasmine leaned in and kissed her cheek, welcoming her to their home. The ballroom was full of familiar faces. Behind Jasmine there were couples swirling in time to the music. An older man with salt and pepper hair approached the two women, and as he held Jasmine he bowed to Violette.
"I am glad to see you have arrived." He was of equal beauty to the woman, his features were strong and perfect; his form tall, and statuesque. Violette knew instantly that she liked both of them, very much. "My wife tells me congratulations are in order for you Miss Kelly, and for you Mr. Abbott."
Violette looked up to see the brown eyed Grayson Abbott from her dreams. He reached for her left hand and placed a kiss above her white glove. Their eyes met for a moment, and then he turned to their hosts. "Yes, thank you."
As her hand returned to its side, she caught sight of the beautiful ring. It was placed over the long, elegant glove, sparkling brightly. Jasmine and William walked towards another couple, and Grayson faced her.
A song started, one she knew suddenly very well. It was a favorite of hers. Grayson recognized this and extended his arm. "Shall we?"
Upon their first turn to the music, Violette's eyes opened wide. Until that very moment she had not even realized she had passed out. Grayson was kneeling beside her on the floor, his eyes closed. They quickly opened, and a smile spread on his face. "You remember them."
Violette was confused, and then she looked past Grayson's face to the two standing over her. Jasmine kneeled down in the most graceful movement she had ever seen. "Violette, it is such a pleasure to see you again my dear."
Sitting up, Violette smiled back at Jasmine. "You too Mrs. Von Portz," She looked at the face looming above them, "Mr. Von Portz."
The pair exchanged a brief look, as Grayson stood up assisting Violette to do so as well.
William laughed a bit, "We go by Portz now. Do you remember us?"
Violette nodded at this, "Sort of, I'm not really sure."
"She remembered the Christmas Ball at your house." Grayson spoke from beside her, snapping her attention to him.
"Yea, how did you know that?" Violette's mind began to race, and she remembered he had said they had powers similar to the book. Oh no, what if he can read my mind?She thought.
Grayson sheepishly looked at her about to answer, when a light smooth voice interrupted. "Don't worry Violette, Grayson definitely can't read your mind. Well not exactly."
Violette looked over to see Andrea smiling at her. "I didn't say that out loud."
Madison answered for her sister. "You didn't need to. And Andrea didn't answer you out loud either."
She stared between the two, as the smooth voice started again. This time, she was staring at them both, and noticed neither of their lips moving. "Madison and I have a special gift. As twins we have always had a special bond, and when we were turned we found we could communicate to one another telepathically. Apart we have unique gifts also. I can project my thoughts onto others, as I am more outspoken, and Madison can hear other's thoughts, as she is the better listener."
Violette was more embarrassed at what Madison must have heard than shocked. Then she turned to Grayson and remembered Andrea had said that Grayson could 'not exactly' read her mind. What had she meant?
"So do you all have special abilities?" She directed the question at Grayson, who still appeared guilty.
"Yes, though some are stronger than others." He guided her to the couch, as everyone took seats in the room. She noticed that Nate and Matthew silently walked into the room and joined them at some point.
Violette looked around the room full of beautiful people in wonder. She had never felt so at home, and so out of place at the same time.
Jasmine spoke first. "I have the power of persuasion. I was a Romanian gypsy before being turned, and the oldest in this family. I was turned, what would be late in my life at the time, at 37. I had lost my family the year before to a plague. I was on the verge of dying myself, when a coven of vampires came across me. They were different than we are now, less civilized. They turned me with the sole purpose of increasing their numbers to form a more powerful group. I was taught to be vicious, though it never seemed right to me. I lived seventy years with the coven before we traveled to Austria. It was there in Vienna, that I first saw William. He was a musician who was becoming greatly esteemed in the community. The leader of our coven wanted him. It was my job to persuade him to come with me, away from town, and then turn him. I did, but as he was changing I realized that I could not let him become what they wanted. We left them, and came here to the new developing colonies of America. It was William, who came up with the idea of living off of fish. One hundred years passed before we happened on you and Grayson."
Violette thought of what Jasmine had told her. The couple before her was older than the country she lived in. She had a hard time getting her mind around the idea. She tried hard to think of something to say after that, but struggled. So she just stared at them, until a word finally escaped. "Wow."
Grayson reached for her hand and laughed quietly. She turned to him, "And what about you?"
His laughter quieted and he looked at her, "Hmm, I was hoping you would forget about me."
Violette smiled at this, "Like that'll happen. So what is your gift?"
He smiled again, and scanned the room. Violette heard a few chuckles as he began to speak, but could not take her eyes off Grayson to see where they came from. He sighed and began, "I can enter other's dreams."