Next chapter will be the POV of Seth and the others. Basically just to catch you up on what they've been up to during this time. Until then review, favorite, follow. Thank you.
"What are you doing here?" Damian asked when he opened their townhouse front door with a look of bewilderment. Grace stood in front of him with a suitcase and her purse and two frozen coffees in hand.
"I came to visit. Am I not allowed to visit my baby brother?" Grace held out the frozen mocha coffee for her brother to take which he eventually did. Damian stepped aside to allow his sister to come inside. The place didn't change a bit. It was still like a museum. White decor everywhere and pristine. It looked like something you saw in a magazine in a waiting room.
"You just seemed hell bent on not coming back anytime soon," Damian followed his sister as she made her way into the kitchen. She placed her drink on the black granite island before letting her purse drop and suitcase. She hopped up on the counter before crossing her legs and watching Damian do the same in front of her.
"I missed you kid that's all," Grace shrugged before stretching out her hands for her brother to take. He did and held them tightly.
"I missed you too but I know that isn't why," Damian shook his head and raised his left eyebrow.
"You're right. I've been having some troubles and I thought a trip home with only you around as company would do me some good," Grace reached for her drink that was beginning to melt and started sipping through the straw.
"What kind of troubles?" Damian cocked his head to the side before cracking his fingers. Something his mother always yelled at him about.
"Boy troubles," Grace got a far away look in her eyes as she thought about Seth and what he must be doing. Maybe she should have texted him and just let him know that she was leaving for a little bit to think.
"Dad mentioned a boy. He said he liked him," Damian was close with their father. Neither was close with their mother.
"His name is Seth and I think I just need to sort my head out," Grace stared at the counter for what felt like forever before her brother jumped in and entered her mind.
"Well, do you want to go to the comic store with me then? I've been saving up and there's a new wolverine comic out I want to get," Damian hated walking to the store alone. He knew he was a large target for the bullies and thugs around the area. He didn't want to get beat up again.
"Sure kid, come on," Grace got off the counter and grabbed her purse. She emptied anything she didn't need off the counter and only left her wallet, keys and phone in. If something happened again then she would need the phone to call Carlisle and keep him in the loop. She grabbed her drink and headed back towards the front door. She could hear Damians squeaky shoes following.
They walked five blocks until they stood outside of the blue brick comic shop. People walked up and down the street not paying any mind to them. Damian wore pajamas because he really didn't care about what people thought of him. Grace wore sweatpants and an old shirt that she used to sleep in. She didn't care what people thought of her in that moment because she didn't even know what to think of herself. They entered the store and both inhaled the scent of fresh popcorn. Damian took off right to the section he needed. He knew exactly the comic he wanted. Grace wondered the store until she stopped to stare at a vampire and other beings handbook.
"Why don't you open it and see if you like what's inside too?" Terry the owner of the shop chuckled when he saw the young girl. He remembered her for being the one to scare off the bullies that tried to hurt her brother. Grace nodded before grabbing it and opening it. She skimmed the pages and it might have seemed like just another vampire guide about no sun or mirrors to one person but to her it was something else. Maybe a history of what she was. At least reading it she could laugh and have some peace about the fact that she could se herself in mirrors and eat garlic and know that these myths were just bullshit.
But you are a vampire Grace. You have to be, your actual parents are.
A voice inside of her mind kept trying to make her realize that this all wasn't a joke. This was serious. Grace shook the thought away. She wasn't fully ready to face that she was a vampire yet even if she now had a power to prove it. But maybe this book could help with knowing what her powers were since Carlisle himself has been silent on that front. She laid it on the counter as Damian laid his down and pulled out her wallet.
"Vampires, Gray?" Damian called her by a nickname only he ever called her by.
"Yeah, been watching a lot of vampire horror stuff lately," Grace shrugged the question off trying to keep calm. She could feel the sweat on the back of her neck though.
"It's going to be 76.37," Terry said as he rung up the two items and started bagging them. Grace laid 80 on the counter and before he could give the change back she was already out of the front door with the bag. She was sweating more now. Damian apologized and got the change before heading out after her.
"You okay?" Damian asked as he looked at his sister bent over by the wall. Grace felt sick. Something was wrong she just didn't know what it was. Grace nodded though and moved forward so they could get back to their place. She no longer wanted to be outside. Damian followed quietly while keeping an eye on her. He could tell something was wrong but couldn't place it. They rounded the last turn when Graces phone started buzzing loudly in her purse. She stopped and unzipped the bag before grabbing it.
Carlisle.
"Hello?" Grace stepped away from her brother and held up her finger for him to wait. He stopped and stared at the people walking by. He always wanted to know what they were thinking of and where they were going.
"Grace, I need you to stay calm and listen to me," Carlisle started out his sentence with the most calm voice he could master himself. He took a deep breath before continuing. "The reason we had to send you away is because some very bad people...vampires...were coming to investigate you. They thought you were a threat. Nessie showed them that you two were not but now that you are aware of what you are...they are wanting to meet again," Carlisle had received the letter that afternoon when Jacob busted through his office door to show.
"What? What does that mean?" Grace shook her head in confusion. Her stomach twisted more and she could now feel that her hair was getting wet from her sweating.
"Sweetheart that means they need to meet you and see that you are not a threat. They are aware of your powers somehow and they want to see you for themselves. I don't know when they are coming yet but for the sake of it please...get back here soon," Carlisle didn't want to rush her spending time with her family but he also knew what could go wrong if the Volturi were to meet her alone. She had no grip on her powers yet and it could mean death for Grace if she made a wrong move.
"I'll be back by Friday night," Grace sighed feeling the anxiousness leave her body. Something bad was about to happen and she knew it had to be with these bad vampires Carlisle mentioned.
"Grace I need you to come straight to my house. It's not safe for you to be alone anymore. I'm sending someone to also watch you while you're in Brooklyn. They won't bother you but they will keep an eye on you," Carlisle hung up the phone before she could protest. Grace tucked her phone back into her bag and shook all the new found stress off of her shoulders. She couldn't let Damian know something was wrong. She wondered though who would he send to watch over her.
"Everything okay?" Damian asked as they began walking again. They both could see the townhouse now. Damian wanted to get on his xbox and Grace just wanted to crawl in a hole.
"Everything is great. Work called and asked when I'd be back. I'm going to book a flight back Thursday night so I can be there for a shift on Friday," Grace tried to sound nonchalant but her words were tense.
"That's cool, then I still get a week alone before mom and dad come home," Damian knew something was up but he also didn't want to bother her about it. He didn't like to pry because he didn't like it when people tried to dig up his life.
"Come on, let's have us an old fashioned bonding night. Indian food and Star Trek marathon," Grace gave him a wink before taking off running towards the townhouse. Damian laughed and took off after her. Grace was going to act normal the next few days and enjoy it because she knew her whole life was about to get turned upside down.
