A/N: Melody--I thought to myself after I logged off "did I attach that file?" LOL. Sorry--and yes, seems to be working fine now.
Everyone--this is a short chapter, but hopefully it'll be the last one. Ya'll enjoy! Until next time--PCGirl.
Jasmine sat down on the bench and took in everything around her—remembering where she'd been and how she'd gotten here. She had gone through that tunnel of light as Tara had—wondering if everyone else was doing the same or it was just them. After the tunnel her life began again—it had taken her a few weeks to realize it was right around the time Caleb married the original Olivia and her life continued on from there.
This time she didn't have her sisters to continue the journey with—and over time she came to realize why. Before she had only known the present—what was happening then, but this time she knew it all—the past, present, and future—so it was as if they were combined into one being.
She had kept track of where the Morley's and Kovich's went during the next century and half—she also knew that neither family had looked back on Daia—to them it might be a part of their beginnings, but from the day that Roderick died the words slayer and vampire vanished from their vocabulary.
He walked into the loft apartment he'd rented near the waterfront—it'd called to him when the realtor first told him over the phone—and when he saw it a few weeks later, well that sealed the deal.
Today had been—interesting. The name Kovich, he wondered if it was any relation to the history of that name in his family. He'd ask Officer Kovich another time—if the man didn't recognize the last name Morley already.
His great-great-grandfather had been an idiot to give up everything for love. The power of immortality—the possibilities it could bring him—that what was had him return to the small Romanian village of Daia nearly a century and a half later in search of that power. But he'd hit a dead end before he even began. The Morley name was just a local legend around there—and his namesake, a hero for choosing the beautiful maiden for a bride instead of carrying on what they saw as a curse.
This Caleb had been somewhat of a hero today—helping Alison out with the robber. He smiled at the thought of her friend, Livvie—something was pulling him towards her already and he had no clue.
His mind clicked to a word that was not a part of his vocabulary—destiny. "Don't be silly, Morley—destiny doesn't exist," he laughed at himself as he poured a drink. So what if he'd been pulled to this town for no reason—or this loft apartment for that matter, he knew the truth, your destiny is what you make of it—not something that is written in the stars before you are born.
Jasmine stood at the edge of the docks and looked out at the water before her—thinking about this Caleb and wondering how it was possible that a man could both be named after a person from over a century ago and look completely identical to him. She'd avoided being around Caleb before, but in the end had allowed herself to have a friendship with him—he didn't know her, didn't recognize her from any other person on the street.
She'd attended his funeral—his father had buried him in the Morley Cemetery—placing the Morley ring on his finger before it was lowered into the ground. Roderick was soon taken down by adversaries and that was the end to the Morley vampires, but not the Morley's altogether.
Caleb and Olivia had had children in their lifetime—one being a boy to continue on the family name, but not the family legacy—not like Alex would have done if their world had originally continued.
She shook off the old memories of the life from before—it was gone, a thing of the past, but hopefully—with a little help from her she saw the couples from before uniting and finding that happiness all over again.
"You're an idiot, Kovich," said Rafe to himself as he walked into the small apartment he'd rented and began to get out of his police uniform. First loosening his tie so he could slip it off and then putting his gun in a safe place. His whole work day had been horrid—his mind continually wandering back to how he'd treated that shop owner. He should have been more comforting and listening to her description—not harsh like he was.
It wasn't her that rubbed him the wrong way; it was the other man in the room. Morley? Yeah—that was it. Rafe knew why he'd become a cop—he wanted to protect others, his mother had told him once that it was in his blood to protect those who needed to be protected.
He stopped his normal routine at hearing his mother's words play in his head again, as if she'd just told him yesterday—it's in your blood to protect Rafe. And you can't change what's in your blood.
The name Morley had seemed familiar to him this morning—and he'd denied that the hairs on the nape of his neck had stood up, but he knew they did, it just wasn't until now that he realized where he'd heard that name before.
From the docks Jasmine had walked down towards the warehouses and stopped at warehouse 13—it was empty and dusty. She was a little bit sad to know that the gym would never take place this time, but she was ok with that. As she walked in through the open door she smiled and said out loud, "It's ok, because I know two of the greatest love stories I know are about to happen all over again."