Okey Dokey.

First and foremost, I am aware that I away from updating the story for... more than a week, I think. This is because 1) I was on holiday, and 2) On holiday, the only internet was on my phone, and I was not keen on typing out 1000 words via phone.

And yes, I feel very guilty that I didn't inform you of my absence prior to this chapter, but I felt like being a doorknob and speaking very... how does one say... formally.

Sorry... basically, I'm sorry I didn't tell you, and heres the chapter. A nice short one, but I've been busy scribbling down notes for the end of this story. Which will, according to my apparently-unlimited imagination, have a billion twists and turns.

Sorry, off topic... Ummm... where was I? Oh, yes. I won't be updating until mid-next week. I have to type up my next written chapter, out of my notebook, which I haven't had to do until now. Oh, and I don't own the Sisters Grimm.

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Chapter 8, in which Sabrina is given a brown paper bag, boards a train and thinks about pink elephants.

"Oh, liebling!" Granny cried, tackling me with a hug. "I'm going to miss you!"

"I'll visit whenever I can." I pulled away from the elderly woman, and she let her arms slide down from around my shoulders.

She noisily blew her nose into an old handkerchief before reaching into her handbag and pulling out a brown paper bag. She eagerly pushed it into my hands. "I made you something for the trip." I peered inside the bag and saw half a dozen neon blue muffins, and mentally cringed.

"Thanks Granny!" I exclaimed gratefully, supressing the urge to gag after a short whiff of the cakes. I passed the bag to Dad, and moved over to Daphne who threw her arms around me.

"Don't go!" She whimpered as her eyes welled up with tears.

I smiled warmly as I leaned down to her height. "You keep Hayden close. He's a nice kid." I whispered before stepping back and winking at her. She blushed, but nodded with a sniff.

I then progressed down the line of my goodbye party, shaking hands with Mr Canis, giving Red a short hug, giving mum a long hug- which she didn't release me from for at least five minutes. Even when she did let go it was after much kicking and screaming as Dad, Mr Canis and Daphne struggled to pry her arms of of me.

After brushing myself off, I got a lick from Elvis and then finally reached Puck. He still had a black eye, and an out-of-place tooth. I checked to see if anyone was watching, and was glad to see that everybody was comforting the woman who called herself my mother as she rocked back and forth, hyperventilating and reaching for a new tissue every 5 seconds. I turned back to Puck, struggling to find words.

I settled with, "You look terrible," smiling weakly.

"Its your fault," He said, in all seriousness. Thinking he actually was serious, I began to inwardly panic. He cracked a grin. "See 'ya Pussface."

I smirked, as relief rippled over me. "Farewell Dogbreath."

He gave a short chuckle, but returned to his serious demeanour. I didn't even know he had one. He'd probably been watching a lot of movies lately. "Listen, Grimm. I'm sorry about… before."

I nodded calmly, lightly punched him in the arm goodbye, and then stepped into the family death trap with Uncle Jake at the wheel and Dad riding shotgun. Jake drove us to the train station, where he told us goodbye, and we boarded the train to New York.

"Where are we staying?" I asked, sliding down into my seat.

"Your cousin's. From your mum's side," He told me. "They own a large apartment, because they're Italian and have lots of relatives."

"So we're staying with cousins, which I didn't even know existed. Despite the ten years of my life that I spent in the same city as them."

Dad made a popping sound with his lips. "Veronica's sister married an everafter. The children inherited a few skills." Yeah. Now it was clear why I hadn't known about them until now. It was because of my dad's former disdain for all things magical, which had just recently numbed to a skeptical disdain.

"What kind of skills?"

"Well, let's just say that when you're within hearing distance of them, don't start thinking about anything you don't want to be… overheard," He chuckled. "Trust me. I learned the hard way."

Great. I would be staying with a family that would be able to read my mind. Well, that wasn't going to be a problem. No biggie. I had nothing to hide. I hadn't been sexually abused by three guys at my school. My best friend hadn't asked me out. He hadn't kissed me either. And I hadn't been living in a town full of everafters who all hated me and wanted me dead. See? No secrets! Nada.

And the best part? Because my dad had said not to think about anything secretive, I was doomed to do exactly that. Kind of like telling someone not to turn around. No matter what, they will always turn around.

"Oh, and the kids are about your age. Twins, both girls. You'll 'probably like them," Dad added.
Well gee. I sure damn hoped that I'd like them. Cause if I didn't, they'd shortly know.

A couple of hours later, we had gotten off the train at Grand Central Station. It looked just like it had when I was ten, and I couldn't help but just breathe in the familiar gas-ridden smell. Home, sweet home.

Next thing I knew, we were knocking on the front door of my cousin's apartment. Dad was right, it was quite a large apartment, almost as big as a regular house.

A middle aged woman with black hair and coffee brown eyes opened the door. Straight away, I knew she was my mother's sister.
"Bonjourno! Henry!" She laughed.

Dad smiled at her, "Hello, Isabella. This is my daughter, Sabrina."

Isabella pulled me into a loving embrace almost immediately. "You look so much like your father! But you have your mothers figure. I was always jealous of her figure when we were your age!" She chuckled. "Come in, come in!"

As I was guided through the front door, I remembered Henry's warning. And with that memory came images in my head of everything and anything that I had ever kept secret.

'Pink Elephants,' I thought frantically. 'Pink Elephants, Pink Elephants, Pink Elephants," I thought over and over as I was lead into the lounge room.

Sitting in an arm chair was an incredibly handsome man with bright blue eyes. He looked not a day over forty, so what irked me about him was his shocking white hair. On a couch beside him sat two identical girls who looked to be my age. I searched their faces for something to tell them apart by and was relieved to see that one girl had brown eyes and the other blue.
But that was about all I registered. After that I shut my mind, only thinking about Pink Elephants.

Don't ask. It was the first thing I could think of.

They all talked for about five more painful minutes, before Isabella took my hand and led me to my new room.

As I rounded the corner, I heard one of the girls speak. "What's with her and Pink Elephants?"

"Beats me," another voice said.

I spent that night trying to force myself asleep as- repeatedly- I mentally and literally slapped myself. Gotta love those first impressions, eh?

Sorry, this AN was really long, and the chapter was so short. Hope you enjoyed, and I'll be answering all the questions people have been asking me next chapter. :)

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-Elli
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