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"Hello Samantha, my name is Victoria Caldwell. And I'm your grandmother." That statement alone continued to play over and over in my head as a look of sheer astonishment now occupied my face. Though in shock, I still managed to examine the woman that now claimed to be me my grandmother. Victoria stood about five seven, had memorizing green hazel eyes and long reddish blonde hair.
Now I'm not going to lie, the whole idea of this woman being my grandmother was kind of a lot to swallow. Did I believe her, not really. But then again it's not like I had anything to compare her to. I mean mom rarely ever talked about her family and it's not like she ever showed me a picture of the woman. So right now the only thing I had to go off of was her last name and her word. Which now that I think about it, isn't very much to go off of at all.
"You're…..you're my…my grandmother?" I asked still stunned by the revelation.
"Yes that I am." Smiled Victoria lovingly.
Finally coming out of my state shock, I was able to regain a bit of my composure back. Which as we all know, meant that my strong and ever so sassy personality was about to kick in.
"And just for the sake of argument, do you have any proof of this? Or am I just suppose to take your word for it?" I asked skeptically.
Following a light chuckle and a heartfelt sigh Victoria then went on to say. "God you're so much like your mother. You both just have that feisty no nonsense kind of attitude. Which might I add is passed down through out all the women in our family." Joked Victoria.
The moment Victoria said I reminded her of my mother I felt something suddenly move inside me. There was just something about her and how she said it that just touched me. And I'll admit for a brief shining moment I truly believed that this woman was my grandmother, but then reality set in. And I needed more.
"That was pretty sweet, but if that's all the proof you got then…" I started to say before then suddenly being interrupted.
"You have ring!" interrupted Victoria. "You have a gold ring that mother either gave you when she was still alive or you inherited when she died. Either way you have a gold antique ring with two single cut diamonds on each end and then in the middle of these two diamonds sit an oval emerald stone. And in the band there's an inscription that reads Προς τα Δήμητρας matriarchs. Which in English reads, "To the Demeter Matriarchs." explained Victoria in vivid detail?
"How…how do you know about that ring?" I asked in complete and utter disbelief.
I personally never knew what the inscription on the ring read, but that was the least of my worries. Especially seeing as Victoria not only knew about ring and the inscription, but she was able to describe the ring in great detail.
"Who do you think gave your mother the ring in the first place?" asked Victoria with a loving smile. "I gave it to her, my mother gave it to me, and her mother gave it to her. It's one of two heirlooms passed down from mother to daughter, and both heirlooms carries an emerald within it. As the stone and its color represents our very special family." Pointed out Victoria
Everything Victoria was telling me about the ring was word for word what my mother told me when she gave me the ring. Up until now I had never cared for the ring, nor have I ever worn it. Mainly because it was the last thing she gave to me before she died. Yet here Victoria was telling me just how valuable and important this ring was to her side of the family. It was at that exact moment that every doubt I had about this woman being my grandmother was blown clear out of the water.
It was also at that precise moment that streams of tears suddenly began running down the sides of my face.
"So you're my Grandma." I said with a smiled as countless joy filled tears continued running down the sides of my face.
0~o~0
Following my mini break down Veronica though it best that we moved to the couch, but between the time it took for us to get from the entrance of the living room to couch I was already somewhat back to my old self. So with Jonas and Luca still keeping Rebekah and the other vampire immobilized, I suddenly begin rambling off at the mouth.
"So where have you been? How were you able to find me? And how are the Martin's here I thought they were dead." I got out all in one breathe.
"Sam, Samantha honey, slow down. Now I know that this is a lot to take in. And chances are that you have a million questions you'd like to ask me, and I'd truly love nothing more than to answer all of them. But that's not why I'm here sweetheart." stated Veronica with a worried look now present on her face.
Following a sudden and rapid blinking of my eyes, I finally was able to regain a bit of my composure. "What do you mean that's not why you're here? Veronica, I need answers." I stated.
"I know that, but regrettably I cannot give you the answer you seek." Replied Veronica.
"Why the hell not?" I asked with a small bite to my tone.
"Because if I were to answer your questions all you're going to do is come up with more questions. And from those questions you're going to end up going out and searching for answers. Answers Samantha, that are better left uncovered. THAT is why I'm here Samantha. I am here to tell you to stop this quest you're on. Just let it go and leave the past in the past." Urged Veronica.
"Are you kidding me with this?" I asked in disbelief. "Please tell me you're kidding me with this."
"I assure you I am not. A lot of work and sacrifice went into concealing your mother's true identity. All of which was so that she and you could live in peace. This is why you have to stop digging into her past, and attempting to do magic. Otherwise you are going to draw much unwanted attention to yourself. And trust me Sam, if they find you it'll mean the end for you." Pointed out Veronica with a strong amount of caution in her voice.
"If who finds me? And why is it almost impossible for me to use my powers?" asked Sam
"Samantha I do not have much time left, but just know that the who is not important. All that is important is that you lay low, live a normal human life, and stay clear of the supernatural drama. Now as for your powers, the reason you can't use them is because your mother sealed them away before her death. Now I don't know why you're able to call forth even the tiniest portion of your powers but I urge you to stop. Trying to force out magic that has been sealed will lead to your demise." explained Veronica with much urgency.
Seeing the look of hurt and confusion that now resided on my face, Veronica tilts her head slightly to the right and the lets out a sympathetic sigh as she then cups my face in her hands. "I wish me being here and meeting you for the very first time was on a happier note. But I had to warn you of the danger you risk bringing upon yourself and your friends should you continue on the path you're now on." said Veronica in the most motherly of tones.
Though I somewhat understood where Veronica was coming from. There was still just one more thing eating at me."Why didn't mom tell me and Zach that we had a sister?
Letting go of my face, Veronica then took got up off the couch and took about two steps back. "She would have if she thought it was in your best interest Sam. And I know you have no reason to believe this, but Mila truly did love you and Zach. Your mother loves you Samantha." Stressed Veronica
In not knowing what to say to Veronica's last statement, her and I just stayed in silence. Which quickly ended after witnessing all the vampires except for Rebekah suddenly vanish into thin air?
"What's happening?" I asked, shooting up off the sofa.
"You witch friend Bonnie must have patched up the veil. We're returning to the other side." answered Veronica.
Immediately following Veronica's explanation both Luca and Jonas suddenly vanished.
"The other side?" I asked
"It's where the supernatural go after they've died. Early today another witch ripped a hole through the invisible barrier that keeps us from interacting with the living. This is why I'm able to communicate with you now." answered Veronica.
"So dead, which means you're next to go?" I asked, not quite sure on what I should have been feeling. Though this now raised a whole new assortment of questions for me, the number one being why didn't my mother come and talk to me?
"Yes, but just because you can't see me doesn't mean that I'm not watching over you. It was truly a pleasure getting to meet you Samantha. Now Please take care of yourself." Begged Veronica before she too wound up vanishing into thin air.
As I stood there looking onwards tears began to roll down the sides of my face. Only these tears weren't joyful. As I was left harboring anger, resentment, and sadness towards the family I never I knew, and if they had their way, I'd never know. I mean how am I supposed to take that.
With Luca and Jonas now gone, Rebekah was finally free of the witches' magic.
"What the bloody hell was that all about?" asked Rebekah shortly after getting back on her feet.
"I don't know." was all I could manage to say before then turning and heading off towards the stairs.
"Are you alright?" asked a somewhat uncomfortable Rebekah after noticing the sea of tears that seemed to be streaming down my face.
Stopping just at the bottom landing I quickly sniffled before then turning my head so that I could look into the eyes of the girl original.
"Thank you Rebekah."
A look of shock immediately shoots across the original's face as she's a bit taking back by my show of gratitude. "Thank you for what?"
"Thank you for saving me. If you hadn't had shown up and helped me when you did I'd be dead. And after our initial meet I would have never expected you to lift a figure to help me, but you did. This is why I'm thanking you, so thank you."
It was obvious Rebekah was still a bit taken back by my sincerity. "Well go on, no need to make a big deal out of it. Besides, we girls have got to learn to stick together. Now you should go on up stairs because you look mighty dreadful." teased Rebekah with a very faint and almost nonexistent smile, just as she began shooing me away with her right hand.
With that I expelled a very small but playful sigh before then continuing up the stairs on route to my room, where I intended on staying for the rest of the night as I slept away the horrors of today. Seeing as I knew full well that I'd have to face them, and my dilemma of whether or not to head my grandmother's warning tomorrow.
~0~o~0~
As I woke up to a new day the sins of yesterday still weighed pretty heavy on me. I mean to find out that the woman I used to call mom went by another name, had another life, and had another daughter was just too much bare. And sadly that's only the beginning of my headache, god how I miss the simpler days. The days when dad and Zach were alive and I was the constant black mark that plagued our Norman Rockwell family. It's sad how those are the days I now long for instead of the supernatural conundrum I've so unexpectedly inherited from my uncles, and now from my mother's side of the family.
After taking a bath and getting dress I now made by decent down the stairs and into the living room. Where as luck would have it I'd run into Damon as he was stationed on the couch sipping away at his glass of bourbon.
"Isn't it a bit too early in the day to be drinking?" I asked in clear judgment of Damon's actions.
"You're doing that judgy thing again." responded Damon in annoyance.
"You're doing that alcoholic day drinking thing again." I countered back.
"Yea well seeing as I might have found a way to handle our Klaus problem. I think I deserve this. A hero's drink." joked Damon.
"Why don't you just shout it from the rooftop why don't you." I said sarcastically.
"Calm down Buffy. We're alone." smiled Damon.
"We are?" I asked sounding somewhat surprise, mainly because I was.
"Yep, Barbie Klaus is out doing what I don't care. And Stefan is on a ripper detox down in the old mystic falls jail cellar." bragged Damon.
"Well good for you." I said half heartedly before then leaning back in the sofa.
Picking up on the fact that I wasn't my normal fighting self, Damon in his own misguided way attempts to see what's wrong with me.
"Ok, what's wrong with you?" asked Damon.
"Nothing." I shot back quickly.
"Look I'm not one for this touchy feely crap and yet here I am trying to be nice. Now are you going to tell me or am I going to have to compel it out of you." threatened a now annoyed Damon.
Even though Damon and I both knew his threat of compulsion was empty, the fact that he made it kind showed that he really wanted to know what had be in such a funk. Which I guess is pretty cool seeing as I don't really have Stefan to talk to anymore.
"Ok, ok I'll tell you." I said followed by a brief hesitation. "I met my grandmother last night."
"What do you mean you met your grandmother last night?" asked Damon with a skeptical look on his face.
"It's exactly like I said. I met my dead witch grandmother last night. And only after first finding out that my mother's real name is Mila Caldwell, and that I have an older sister somewhere out there in the world that I've never met." I said in a bit of a rant.
"Ugh." was all that came out of Damon's mouth before he then went and took another swig of his bourbon.
"Yea and on top of it all the only reason she did appear to me last night was to tell me to stop digging up information on the true identity of my mother, and to tell me to stop trying to use my powers."
"Why?" asked Damon.
"She said that doing so will put me and my friends in grave danger." I answered.
"And what do you wanna to do?" asked Damon after a very brief moment of silence.
"A part of me wants to know the truth. I want to know who my mother really was and where she came from. But most of all I just want to find and meet my sister."
"Then do it, screw grandma times." encouraged Damon.
"It's not that easy Damon. If what she says is true then continuing on won't just affect me, it'll affect everyone." I pointed out in defeat.
"Sam since you've gotten here you've taken on everyone else's problems. So the way I see it you're owed one." explained Damon. "Besides if this is what you really wanna do I say go for it. Hell, what can be worst than an original?" asked Damon in highly smug tone.
After brief pause, I instantly began thinking over Damon's argument. "You know what, you're right! If this is what I want to do then I'm going to do it, to hell with the fall out! Like you said, what could be worse than the originals?" I said excitedly. "Thanks Damon." I finished before then hopping off the sofa and running full speed towards the foyer. Immediately after grabbing my jacket I was right out the door.
After speeding all through the town of Mystic Falls I finally made it to my destination. Turning of my bike I made sure to kick up the kick stand before then hopping off it. As I drew nearer to the front door of the house, my palms suddenly became sweaty, and my heart felt like it was just about to beat right out of my chest. Now at the door I take a deep breath before then proceeding to knock. Following a few knocks the door abruptly swung open, and Bonnie now stood in front of me.
"Sam, hey what's up?' asked the Bennett witch.
As I exhaled I suddenly found the courage I needed to go through with asking Bonnie the question that was responsible for bringing me to her door step. "Hey Bonnie, what do you know about sealing spells?"