HEY GUYS THANKS FOR THE COMMENTS I KNOW SOME OF YOU ARE CONFUSED BUT JUST BEAR WITH ME EVERYTHING WILL BEING TO MAKE SENSE AS THE STORY GOES ON... MY VIEW OF ERIC MIGHT BE DIFFERENT FROM SOME OF YOU GUYS BECAUSE I HAVE READ THE BOOKS AND CONTINUE TO WATCH THE SERIES. I VIEW ERIC AS SOMEWHAT BIPOLAR, BUT JUST REMEMBER HE SAYS THE WORDS "MY ANGEL"- THERE IS A METHOD TO MY MADNESS I PROMISE, THERE IS A REASONING FOR EVERYTHING.

HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS PART... KEEP READING I PROMISE IT WILL ALL MAKE SENSE... THE STORY WILL SLOW DOWN SOON PROMISE...

Something was rubbing my face, touching my hair and causally shaking me. As I started opening my eyes I had to squint there was just so much light. As I wiggled around the light went backwards. I tried to move but something was holding me back. Looking down there was an arm around my waist. Following the arm to the body and eventually the head I notice it was Eric. I started prying his arms from around me when I heard a voice say, "Gently now…" The voice sounded vaguely familiar. I could see I was still in Eric's suit from last night.

Pausing for a minute then unwrapping myself from Eric's clutches I stood up. Looking down I noticed I was in a gorgeous short white number that seemingly fit my body perfectly. It was silk and outlined in a beautiful lace. I however, didn't have my gold watch on my wrist any more. Looking up, I went towards the chair where the light was coming from. Slowly it faded and the lighting in the room went back to the dim lights that were in the room before, but now a woman was sitting in the seat.

She had long flowing golden hair with green eyes to match. Her skin was pale and flawless, which only helped her beautiful hair and eyes to stand out. She had a long flowing white gown on, and when she stood up she was a few inches taller than me. She was beautiful. The woman came rushing towards me and gave me a big hug.

"Oh Emelie! Look at you!" She woman said with an accent. Then she hugged me. "Look at what you let that thing do to you." She turned me around to the full-length mirror on the wall. There I saw exactly how I looked, which wasn't much better than death. My eyes had huge bags under them from lack of sleep. On my chin was the gash I had received from falling out the door trying to save Godric that was starting to scab over. My neck had to be by far the worst part though. I had a huge purple bruise the shape of Eric's hand wrapping around my entire neck. The bruise was much worse than I had initially anticipated.

"Im going to kill him when he wakes up!" I said stomping my foot. We already had A LOT to talk about but this bruise definitely topped the list.

"You are right to be angry but, there there…" She said putting her hands around my neck and humming a little tune. "All better." She said cheerily.

"Thanks," I said in a weirded out way. "Who and what are you again? How did you do that?" I said backing away from her.

"You wouldn't remember me… We all retain our youth again when we pass. I am your nana." She said excited.

I paused. No wonder her voiced sounded so familiar. She looks so similar to me besides the height and the eyes. I could imagine her personality like this when she was younger. Even in her old age she was always so youthful, energized and bubbly. Well, that was before the cancer. Tears started to develop in my eyes, as I went and hugged her.

"This isn't some kind of sick joke right? You... you're really here… I'm so sorry." I cried on her shoulder.

"You did nothing wrong Emelie, and I will always be here watching over you. But we must make this fast there are things I must tell you." She sat me in the chair. And crouched in front of me. "I know about your powers, the visions you see." She said plainly. I opened my mouth to reject the idea of me being 'powerful' but this young version of nana held her hand up. "You and I we are special. You start getting your powers right before you meet the person you will be overseeing. That's why you have been having visions."

I gaped at her for a few seconds. All this talk about power and visions it didn't make any sense. I had to still be dreaming. Why wouldn't my grandmother told me about this when I was younger? Plus having any type of power like that would have to come with responsibilities, and right now I didn't need any more responsibilities. Who have I met that I would be overseeing? "So… Why didn't my mother have these visions then? Why are you just telling me this now, why didn't you tell me when I was younger." I said starting to get frustrated.

"Your mother lost her powers when she did not train herself and her new found powers. Eventually they just diminished away. Our purpose is to help and guide our charges. Somehow they will cause a great change, and it is up to us to guide them the right way." She said as she held my hands and looked in my eyes. "You are one of the last of our kind. Seer's [SEE-ER'S] are dying out and if you decided to reject your powers, your children would not have any. Maybe you will be a healer, like I was. Or maybe you will be more powerful and become an empath. We will not know until you train your powers."

GREAT! What a choice she was giving me. Accept some crazy powers and stay with whoever my 'charge' was, and help my 'people', or live a normal life. Normal sounded so good at this point. I would have honestly loved to have a normal life, but normal was something I never had.

She looked up and the light surrounding her had started coming back. She let go of my hands and stood up. "I am sorry I must go now." She said backing away from me. "It is your choice Emelie. I only pray you choose what is best for you."

"Wait, how do I know who my charge is?" I asked suddenly standing up.

"The person you have had the most visions with is your charge. Goodbye Emelie…" She said slowly fading. "Remember I am always with you…"

"No, no wait!" I said screaming

Suddenly I was being shaken awake. "Emelie, wake up."

I could tell that husky voice from anywhere. I opened my eyes and looked around. I was still in my clothes from yesterday, and Eric had his arms around me and I was facing him. He had no shirt on. I wasn't sure if he was wearing any clothes, but I prayed silently to myself hoping that he was.

"You were clawing into me, then started yelling, I thought you wanted to do something inappropriate." He said rubbing my waist.

I scoffed and pushed him away disgusted. I got up and walked to the full-length mirror to look at myself to see if my "dream" was really a dream. First I analyzed my face. I still had bags under my eyes but they were much smaller then they had been. The gash on my chin was almost nonexistent, nothing but a small, nearly invisible scar. My neck was the last to be looked at. It was a perfect snowy white, the color of my naturally pale skin. There was no bruise where there definitely should have been one. My head was pounding. There was way too much to think about right now.

"Your screams," Eric started saying right behind me "Were quite arousing."

I turned around and pointed right in his face "You owe me! I saved your maker remember? Now back the fuck off!" I said screaming in his face. He backed up shocked, i assumed that i had yelled and cursed at him the way I did. I walked over to the dresser grabbed my purse and cell phone and stormed out of the room, and down the hall to the elevator. This was all too much and all of this was happening way too fast. Just then a certain blond came up to me and stood waiting for the elevator also… What are the odds?

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