*scene change*
She walked up the stairs to her room one day after school contemplating her english assignment, opening the door she looks sadly at the picture of her parents on her desk.
She puts her books gently down next to the beautiful frame.
She picked it up ever so gently gazing lovingly at the picture of her parents who looked completely and utterly in love just like her aunts were with their husbands.
"Why did they have to die? It's not fair."
Catching her reflection in the glass of the picture, she gently almost reverently puts the frame back down and wipes the lone tear trailing down her face.
She had never told anyone but sometimes her father visited her, but never her mother.
She had asked her father why she never came and he always gave her the same answer,
"They won't allow her to come down. I'm sorry hunny."
She pretended she understood when she really didn't.
No matter how many times she looked at the picture it always caused her to tear up.
Turning away from her desk heading towards her bed, she starts to focus on her most recent problem, as usual with an english assignment, she swore yet again that her teacher hated her.
Mr. Morgans, her teacher, had told the class to interview their parents and write an essay on them explaining how they had meet, why they fell in love, why they got married, if they regretted anything about their descions, if they were ready to have kids when they did, things like that.
Collapsing on her bed she lets her thoughts flow freely as she can without fear of her cousin picking up on them.
It was getting harder everyday to do so since her cousin's powers were growing everyday.
Her cousin was telepathic she could read minds although she didn't always want to.
Her mom and aunt (the cousin's mom and aunt not the other girls) were trying to teach her how to control her powers but weren't gaining much headway.
Sure now she could pick a specific persons thought and read just theirs but when she wasn't concentrating on just one person she pretty much picked up everyone else's thoughts.
It was really hard for her when she went to school or to the mall but either her sister or one of her cousin's usually came with her and let her concentrate on their thoughts so she could hang out with her friends.
She lived with her aunts, their husbands and their kids not with her parents.
They were dead.
She knew that and she had thought the school and her teachers had too.
They had altered the courses she took that required anything to do with parents from kindergarten and she just figured that they would keep doing that,
"Maybe they decided that I was being a baby and needed to do this."
Afterall the only reason they had done it in the first place was because her aunts had persuaded them.
"Maybe the teacher missed that memo?"
The nice, kind, hopeful voice in her head asked, another voice pushed through this voice telling her something else something she was more inclined to believe, that the teacher hated her.
He always graded her assignments with a senior's college rubric and the rest of her 9th grade honors class with a 10th grade rubric.
Everyone in her class agreed with her, in fact it was a long running joke now.
Ever since the beginning of the school year, her first in high school, Mr. Morgans had given her the hardest assignments, the hardest people to defend, the hardest debate topics, and she always excelled at them or so she and her friends thought but if you would have looked at her grades compared to the other kids you would be inclined to disagree.
A knock on her door startled her out of her thoughts.
She sits up looking expectingly at the door expecting her cousin to be behind the door, it was usually her.
"Come in."
Her cousin poked her head through the door with a sheepish smile,
"You forgot to block again. I was starting to get a headache, sorry."
"It's ok. I don't think I was really trying anyway, and even if I was it probably wouldn't have mattered anyway."
She says referring to her cousin's recent power surge.
"Any ideas on how i should handle this one?"
Her cousin shakes her head sadly sitting down on the bed next to her.
"Nope sorry. You could always try asking my mom and dad."
She looks down knowing although she wasn't telepathic that her cousin was going to say that.
"Well they probably could help you."
Her cousin says defending herself, she (the cousin) stands up slightly angered.
"I'm sorry, it's just that..."
She (the girl) starts to explain herself when the doorbell rings.
The cousins look at each other surprised.
*scene change*
Their aunt yells heading toward the door,
"I've got it"
She opens the door and stands shocked staring at the person standing in front of her.
"Hello sister long time no see."
She stands there impatiently as her sister recovers herself.
She hisses a quick yet forceful question to her sister who is standing in the doorway.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
"Oh now is that any way to treat your sister?"
"You stopped being our sister long ago."
Neither of them notice the two teenage girls sitting on the steps listening intently to the conversation.
She grins slyly and says
"No I didn't you wouldn't let me be a sister anymore. Nor would you let me be a mother to my daughter, by the way where would she be? I believe that we have quite a bit of catching up to do."
Her daughter and niece gasp in shock.
She tries to push past her sister into the house but her sister would not let her in.
"My you have gotten stronger since the last time we talked."
"I had to to fight off the demons. Just because we left and severed the power of three doesn't mean that demons would just leave us alone, but then again maybe you were counting on that."
She accuses her sister with a malice that had never before been directed at one of her sisters.
Her icy gaze hides some of her emotions of hate, bitterness, betrayal, and love for a person who had hurt the most in the world.
She laughs before replying grinning maliciously,
"Oh and I suppose you thought that they left me alone too? Well I have news for you. They didn't. Now let me see my daughter."
"No."
"I have a right to see my daughter and you have no right to keep her from me."
Her daughter walks cautiously down the stairs stuttering she asks,
"M-M-Mom? I-I-I thought you were d-d-dead."
She looks at her sister in disbelief.
"You said I was dead?"
"Go back upstairs."
"No. Dad did."
She ignores her aunt's command instead replying to her mother's question.
Her mother and aunt stare at her in shock.
"W-W-When did you talk to your father?"
"He visits me sometimes. He said that you couldn't come because 'they' wouldn't let you."
"Oh honey."
She starts toward her daughter fake but seemingly real compassion and understanding in her voice and eyes.
"No. Leave now and don't come back."
"No. I want to get to know my mother."
She looks into her niece's eyes seeing the determination and knowing that if she refused she would loose her niece, her trust and earn her hatred forever but if she allowed it then there was a very good chance that her sister would corrupt her neice.
Casting one last glance at her sister she steps aside before warning her in a low tone so that her niece would not hear,
"If you hurt her in any way or try and turn her, I will kill you with out a second thought. I trust her but I shall never trust you again."
Her sister smiles before stepping into the house and walking up to her daughter.
She walked up the stairs to her room one day after school contemplating her english assignment, opening the door she looks sadly at the picture of her parents on her desk.
She puts her books gently down next to the beautiful frame.
She picked it up ever so gently gazing lovingly at the picture of her parents who looked completely and utterly in love just like her aunts were with their husbands.
"Why did they have to die? It's not fair."
Catching her reflection in the glass of the picture, she gently almost reverently puts the frame back down and wipes the lone tear trailing down her face.
She had never told anyone but sometimes her father visited her, but never her mother.
She had asked her father why she never came and he always gave her the same answer,
"They won't allow her to come down. I'm sorry hunny."
She pretended she understood when she really didn't.
No matter how many times she looked at the picture it always caused her to tear up.
Turning away from her desk heading towards her bed, she starts to focus on her most recent problem, as usual with an english assignment, she swore yet again that her teacher hated her.
Mr. Morgans, her teacher, had told the class to interview their parents and write an essay on them explaining how they had meet, why they fell in love, why they got married, if they regretted anything about their descions, if they were ready to have kids when they did, things like that.
Collapsing on her bed she lets her thoughts flow freely as she can without fear of her cousin picking up on them.
It was getting harder everyday to do so since her cousin's powers were growing everyday.
Her cousin was telepathic she could read minds although she didn't always want to.
Her mom and aunt (the cousin's mom and aunt not the other girls) were trying to teach her how to control her powers but weren't gaining much headway.
Sure now she could pick a specific persons thought and read just theirs but when she wasn't concentrating on just one person she pretty much picked up everyone else's thoughts.
It was really hard for her when she went to school or to the mall but either her sister or one of her cousin's usually came with her and let her concentrate on their thoughts so she could hang out with her friends.
She lived with her aunts, their husbands and their kids not with her parents.
They were dead.
She knew that and she had thought the school and her teachers had too.
They had altered the courses she took that required anything to do with parents from kindergarten and she just figured that they would keep doing that,
"Maybe they decided that I was being a baby and needed to do this."
Afterall the only reason they had done it in the first place was because her aunts had persuaded them.
"Maybe the teacher missed that memo?"
The nice, kind, hopeful voice in her head asked, another voice pushed through this voice telling her something else something she was more inclined to believe, that the teacher hated her.
He always graded her assignments with a senior's college rubric and the rest of her 9th grade honors class with a 10th grade rubric.
Everyone in her class agreed with her, in fact it was a long running joke now.
Ever since the beginning of the school year, her first in high school, Mr. Morgans had given her the hardest assignments, the hardest people to defend, the hardest debate topics, and she always excelled at them or so she and her friends thought but if you would have looked at her grades compared to the other kids you would be inclined to disagree.
A knock on her door startled her out of her thoughts.
She sits up looking expectingly at the door expecting her cousin to be behind the door, it was usually her.
"Come in."
Her cousin poked her head through the door with a sheepish smile,
"You forgot to block again. I was starting to get a headache, sorry."
"It's ok. I don't think I was really trying anyway, and even if I was it probably wouldn't have mattered anyway."
She says referring to her cousin's recent power surge.
"Any ideas on how i should handle this one?"
Her cousin shakes her head sadly sitting down on the bed next to her.
"Nope sorry. You could always try asking my mom and dad."
She looks down knowing although she wasn't telepathic that her cousin was going to say that.
"Well they probably could help you."
Her cousin says defending herself, she (the cousin) stands up slightly angered.
"I'm sorry, it's just that..."
She (the girl) starts to explain herself when the doorbell rings.
The cousins look at each other surprised.
*scene change*
Their aunt yells heading toward the door,
"I've got it"
She opens the door and stands shocked staring at the person standing in front of her.
"Hello sister long time no see."
She stands there impatiently as her sister recovers herself.
She hisses a quick yet forceful question to her sister who is standing in the doorway.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
"Oh now is that any way to treat your sister?"
"You stopped being our sister long ago."
Neither of them notice the two teenage girls sitting on the steps listening intently to the conversation.
She grins slyly and says
"No I didn't you wouldn't let me be a sister anymore. Nor would you let me be a mother to my daughter, by the way where would she be? I believe that we have quite a bit of catching up to do."
Her daughter and niece gasp in shock.
She tries to push past her sister into the house but her sister would not let her in.
"My you have gotten stronger since the last time we talked."
"I had to to fight off the demons. Just because we left and severed the power of three doesn't mean that demons would just leave us alone, but then again maybe you were counting on that."
She accuses her sister with a malice that had never before been directed at one of her sisters.
Her icy gaze hides some of her emotions of hate, bitterness, betrayal, and love for a person who had hurt the most in the world.
She laughs before replying grinning maliciously,
"Oh and I suppose you thought that they left me alone too? Well I have news for you. They didn't. Now let me see my daughter."
"No."
"I have a right to see my daughter and you have no right to keep her from me."
Her daughter walks cautiously down the stairs stuttering she asks,
"M-M-Mom? I-I-I thought you were d-d-dead."
She looks at her sister in disbelief.
"You said I was dead?"
"Go back upstairs."
"No. Dad did."
She ignores her aunt's command instead replying to her mother's question.
Her mother and aunt stare at her in shock.
"W-W-When did you talk to your father?"
"He visits me sometimes. He said that you couldn't come because 'they' wouldn't let you."
"Oh honey."
She starts toward her daughter fake but seemingly real compassion and understanding in her voice and eyes.
"No. Leave now and don't come back."
"No. I want to get to know my mother."
She looks into her niece's eyes seeing the determination and knowing that if she refused she would loose her niece, her trust and earn her hatred forever but if she allowed it then there was a very good chance that her sister would corrupt her neice.
Casting one last glance at her sister she steps aside before warning her in a low tone so that her niece would not hear,
"If you hurt her in any way or try and turn her, I will kill you with out a second thought. I trust her but I shall never trust you again."
Her sister smiles before stepping into the house and walking up to her daughter.