Jacqueline sighed as she looked around the place with her hands on her hips.
She had known and she dad known that there had been an ulterior motive and she regretted saying yes with all her being.
And it wasn't like Ric hadn't made her regret it.

"What were you thinking?" Alaric demanded as he led her away from the Grill's parking lot.

"I—"
Jacqueline couldn't complete her sentence.

"You know it's a great idea, Ric."
Both uncle and niece stopped in their tracks at the sound of the familiar voice. Alaric turned, his stance was protective.

"Your great ideas include bloodshed, Damon."
The vampire walked away from the shadows and revealed himself.

"They also involve brilliance that very few are capable of."
Damon's face showed nothing but smug satisfaction.
The other two said nothing.
"Think about it Ric, Jenna comes along and she can invite some of her friends."

"You are not using her house for your games."

But in turn, he was going to use her house for his game.
She had let him.
Alaric had let him.
They had let him use her house for his game. She would invite him to her house, and then he'd be able to enter whenever he wanted to.
She didn't know what would happen today, but she was prepared.
The sound of the doorbell rung loud and Jacqueline finally moved. She didn't know what she was feeling but she could feel her stomach tie itself into knots.
It was a fine idea, it was a great idea, nothing could go wrong, she told herself.

She walked to the door grudgingly.
With a deep breath, she attempted to calm her nerves.
She opened the door and a bright smile greeted her, "Hey Jacqueline."

"Hey, Jenna!" Jacqueline moved out of the way and let her guest enter.
Here we go.

So far so good, that was all Jacqueline told herself as she sat back on the couch.
Everyone had arrived and she was content that her house warming party looked normal…on the outside.
Two vampires and a werewolf.
Who else could claim that they had played host to creatures like that?
She was surprised when Elena had arrived with her friend Caroline who, it turned out, was a vampire.
A surprisingly nice vampire though and she wasn't complaining.
Damon was probably scheming and she had left him to that. She was secretly hoping that his plans wouldn't come through because honestly, she was having a good time.

They were currently playing Pictionary and Damon had made it his mission to make it obvious to Mason that he knew about his secret.
Damon had drawn what she guessed was a dog with a tutu although she didn't really know what he was implying through it.
She shouted out her guess which was obviously wrong.
"Dancing with the wolves."
Everyone turned towards Mason who looked anything but playful.

"Mason wins…again."
Damon announced, not very enthusiastic.

Jacqueline got up.
She really didn't want a full-on supernatural confrontation in her living room. If she could, she'd have pushed Damon out of the window long ago.
"I'll go get the pie," she said.

She entered the kitchen and leaned against the island.
"You seem stressed."
She turned towards the door; Damon was entering the kitchen like he owned the place.

"You've obviously not heard of the word subtle," Jacqueline straightened up and reached for the box that held the pie.
What could she say? She wasn't really good with desserts.

"He should know that I know," Damon walked towards her, "And I will make sure everybody knows."

"Jenna, Damon," Jacqueline placed the pie on a plate.

"She's kind of tipsy, she won't even know," he gave her a smirk that dripped with confidence.
"Now give me your silver set."

"What if I don't have one?" Jacqueline challenged.

"Oh, all moms give their daughters silver sets, you can't be an exception."

Jacqueline rolled her eyes but pointed towards one of the cabinets.
"You do your thing, whatever, I'm gonna call them in."

Why was she even agreeing to everything he said?
If it wasn't for the vervain bracelet she was wearing and the vervain spiked water she had drunk that morning, she would've thought that he was compelling her.
She entered the living room.
"Hey guys, come on in for dessert."
They all got up. That was when she realized that the two teens had left.
"Where are Elena and Caroline?"

"They had to leave," said Jenna happily, "it's good though."

"Yeah."
Jacqueline just let out a nervous chuckle.

They entered the kitchen and Damon put his finale into action.
The vampire put the placed the pie in front of Mason, including the silver knife from Jacqueline's set.
The three of them, Alaric, Damon and Jacqueline watched in anticipation as the supposed werewolf picked up the die with his hands and not the knife.
Jacqueline couldn't help but look at Alaric at Mason's actions.
He just shook his head slowly.
"I apologize, I'm an animal."

Great, Jacqueline thought, now he's playing along.
She had the urge to roll her eyes but she suppressed it.
"So Mason, you and Jenna never dated?" Alaric asked.
He was such a life-saver. Jacqueline smiled.
But then maybe he genuinely wanted to know. Jenna was amazing after all.
The conversation was beginning to sound a bit normal but Damon couldn't have much of it, could he?
He had to drop an allusion again. And now Mason seemed intent on joining into it.

"How about a toast?" Jacqueline quickly intervened. She raised the bottle of beer she had been sipping.
"To new friends."

Everyone raised their bottles.
"Cheers!"

Alaric looked at Jacqueline, "It's weird though you're still my niece."

"I know, I know," Jacqueline laughed.

"He's very into making himself feel old, isn't he?" Jenna joined in.

"I saw you as a kid, drinking with you just feels weird," Alaric sat up and shrugged.

"Whatever old man," Jacqueline said and went over to hug him.
The others chuckled. And obviously two of them didn't sound genuine.

Jacqueline was exhausted. Yeah, that was the only good way to explain it.
And seeing the two men leave was the best thing that had happened all day.
So obviously, Mason turning at the door really made Jacqueline want to push him out.
"No takers for some more drinks at the Grill? I feel like I'm with a bunch of adults here."

"I prefer the term role model," Jenna said.

"Oh, come on," Mason turned to Jacqueline, "You're young!"

"Well, the young person needs to clean up," Jacqueline shook her head but there was a smile on her face.

"Thanks for having me, it was awesome."
They shook hands and Mason bid farewell with a promise to catch the game next week from Alaric.

Jacqueline was more than pleased to see Damon leave.
He was really trying to win Jenna over and that made her wonder why exactly he was trying to do so.
The door shut behind Damon.
Jacqueline turned to Alaric and Jenna, "You guys can leave if you want too."

"Ah…no, we can't leave you to clean up by yourself," Jenna patted Jacqueline's shoulder.

Jacqueline let out a small laugh, "I was kinda hoping you'd say that."

Over thirty minutes later, they were done with all the cleaning.
Jenna was sprawled out on the couch, the drowsiness that alcohol brings clearly taking over while Jacqueline was leaning against the counter in the kitchen.
Her eyebrows were furrowed as if she was in deep thought and her arms were crossed.
To anyone it would look like she was just lost in thoughts but really she wasn't.
Her eyes were trained on a spoon that was on the dining table, a few feet away.
She hadn't done this in a while. She had vowed not to because it was unnatural…no one else could do that, why should she?
But now she wanted to because…now she knew it was okay.

The spoon on the table began to move.
She concentrated harder.
Initially, it wasn't even visible but the spoon was moving.
It was raising itself and soon it was levitating in the air.
A smile tugged at her lips.
It felt good…the feeling of controlling something. The air was clearer now, all her senses alert. She felt like something inside of her was glowing. Her smile grew wider as she let the feeling of ecstasy take over.

"Jae?"
And it was all gone with the sound of Alaric's voice.
The spoon dropped to the counter again with a clang.
Startled, Jacqueline gasped and looked at Alaric.

"Uncle Ric…I—"

Alaric shook his head.
"I saw that."

Jacqueline sighed, "It- I just did it, I don't know why."

"I literally don't know what to say."
Turns out, Jacqueline didn't have much to say either. The room was silent.
"I thought you didn't want to do it anymore."

"I changed my mind."
Her answer was curt.

"It's—its fine. Looking at the people I'm surrounded by…a niece who had telekinetic powers seems fine."

"You say that as if it's a bad thing."
Jacqueline was looking at her feet now.

"It isn't of course…just, haven't you ever wondered how could do that?"
Alaric took a few steps closer to his niece.

"I have and Aunt Isobel…before she," there was a pause, "left she gave a ton of her research for me to read. But then she disappeared and I couldn't bring myself to read it. Then I stopped doing it all together because I thought it was not natural…but now…"
She didn't continue.

"You want to know."
Jacqueline nodded.
"Go ahead. If that makes you feel better…if you think it will help you have a perspective on life, then you should do it."

And that was exactly what Jacqueline found herself doing hours later when she was alone with the silence.
She had brought out the box that held all that her aunt had left her.
She took a deep breath and placed the box on her bed, she then climbed onto the bed too and started digging out the apparently ancient books.
She'd finally know now.

Author's Note:

I am sorry, sorrier than I've ever been. I deserve to die for not updating.
BUT! K-POP!
Ahhh...they're so awesome. I have relapsed and I have no regrets. 비투비 fighting.

Enjoy the chapter :)