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Invisible
Chapter Two
Mr. Saltzman's class was over before I knew it. After hearing the bell, I collected my bag, books, and binder to go to my locker before my next class. I was stopped, though. It was Rebekah.
"So Emery tell me where are the cool places to hang out here?" She asked as she followed me to my locker.
"I don't really know. I am really not the best person to ask about that. " I said trading my history books in for my English books.
"You look like a girl who knows her way around this town, but obviously not around a closet," She said examining my wardrobe and not really picking up she insulted me.
"Look, Rebekah, I don't have many friends if any at all, but I do know one thing. If you are trying to get people to like you, it isn't wise to insult them." I replied closing my locker and then walking off.
I knew who Rebekah was. You couldn't be a part of the supernatural community and not know who she was. Not only did I know who she was I knew who her family was. The Originals. To be honest, her family was almost as old as my family was. That would be the only explanation as to why she was trying to talk to me. Word around the supernatural watering hole was that The Originals were in a bind. They were facing some major daddy issues. If Rebekah or any of her siblings knew about the Blakes being here and their station in the supernatural community I would surely be in trouble.
For the rest of the day, I was successfully able to dodge Rebekah. When 3:00 pm rolled around I was ecstatic. Jasper would be outside in the car ready to pick me up. I would finally be able to get away from Rebekah Mikaelson and all her questions. Just as I predicted Jasper was outside on the passenger side of the Range Rover waiting for me to show up. I could see sweet freedom at last. That was until a perky blonde popped in front of me. It wasn't Rebekah though. It was Caroline Forbes. Could this day get any worse?
"Hi, Emery," Caroline replied with her normal perky smile.
"Hi, Caroline. How can I help you?" I asked trying move around her. I was almost free. My freedom was less than ten feet away.
"Well, I was just wondering why Rebekah Mikaelson was talking to you," She said stepping in front of me trying to get me to look at her.
"She was just trying to chitchat Caroline. Now if you will excuse me. I really have to be going. I have a lot of work to do if I am going to beat you out for valedictorian" I said as I once again tried to bypass her. Maybe if I insulted her she would leave me alone.
She stood there bemused for a second and then she got in front of me again and did something I didn't expect her to do. She looked directly into my eyes and asked me again why I was talking to Rebekah. She was trying to compel me.
"Listen Caroline staring at me with bug eyes isn't going to work. I swear all Rebekah and I talked about were things to do around town. So can you please let me go so I can go home?" She looked shocked after my rant. She must have been surprised that her compulsion didn't work on me. As she moved aside I walked on towards Jasper and the car. What I didn't know until after the whole thing happened was that Rebekah was standing next to her car. She saw the whole interaction between Caroline and me, and that could only mean one thing…trouble.
Once I got home I decided it would be best to tell my Grandmother what happened at school today. She was the matriarch of the family and one of her specialties was dealing with other supernatural creatures. Supernatural diplomacy was her specialty. That came from years of experience of delegation in the supernatural world.
"So you are telling me that an Original vampire approached you today and didn't try to kill, maim, or dismember you?" My Grams questioned as she looked at me skeptically. Walking around from the back of her desk she began to look me over. "Are you sure? I mean they could have compelled you and you would have never known." She said scanning over my appearance.
"Okay, one you know I can't be compelled. That was proven today when Caroline Forbes tried to compel me to tell her what Rebekah and I talked about. Two, when Rebekah talked to me we were in a class full of witnesses and then in a hallway of witnesses. I really don't think she would have tried anything." I replied.
"It isn't Rebekah I am worried about. Her brother Klaus is the one we need to worry about. Right now he isn't in town, but if Rebekah were to tell him she found a phoenix, even a sick one, I am sure he would come running back. We need to make sure you are nowhere near Rebekah. She can't realize what you are and what you can do" My Grams replied walking over to one of her many bookshelves.
"What are you doing?" I asked with a quizzical expression.
"I think we need to add more security on you," She said flipping through a musty book.
"Okay, I really don't think that is necessary. If anyone needs security it is you. You are the leader of this coven…not me. I am not the one they will need. Before you call in the infantry lets me see what happens. Trust me Jasper is never more than a phone call away. He has plenty experience in how to handle vampires even The Original variety." I spoke as I took the open book away from her.
"Fine, I will give it a couple more days. If anything happens to you I don't know what I am going to do." She said coming over to. "So…how was chemo today?" She asked taking the book from me and returning it to its home on the shelf.
"Oh, you know the same old same old. No energy, sad looks, and discontent." I said with a chuckle. "I think I am going to go upstairs and do some homework. I have a lot." I began to leave my Grams' study when she stopped me.
"That is fine. Finish all your homework, but later tonight we need to practice."
"I don't know if I am going to have time for that Grams."
"Emerson, how do you expect to take over after me if you can't use your powers?"
"I think you are forgetting one thing Grams, I might not make it long enough to take over for you."
"I do not want to hear you say something like that ever again Emerson. You have beaten this once before you can do it again. Just get your homework done so we can work on your magic tonight." I knew I wasn't going to get out practice. I have been sick on and off since I was ten and my Grams really refuses to acknowledge it. In her mind, she really believes that somehow I am going to get over my diagnosis like it is some common cold.
Walking up the short staircase to the second floor I walked to my door and turned the doorknob. My room was nice. To be honest, it was more than nice. It was a spacious size, had elegant window balances, a dark wood canopy bed, a large desk over to the left side of the room, and stylish wall decorations. The canopy bed made it look like it belonged in Westminster to be honest. I had a small crystal chandelier in my room. If that didn't scream royalty I don't know what would. While I had no say in what went into this room my Grams did allow me to pick the color. I didn't know gray came in so many different shades.
I live a good life. Even though I was sick I can't complain about my life. I have family that loves me, a warm room, good grades (I am still in shock how I have those), and hope. An elderly cancer patient once told me that the only way cancer could kill you was if you lost your hope. Cancer didn't go after your body it went after your will to survive and, as along as you held on to that fight and hope it couldn't stop you. That thought helped me through some of my most dark days when I couldn't keep food down and I couldn't move from one place to another.
I acknowledged that my cancer was part of my life, but I would not let it define me. Even though some days I didn't think I was going to make it to the next I had hope that I was going to get better either by supernatural means or pharmaceutical. I just didn't know how I was going to do that. Who knows maybe Rebekah butting into my life wasn't such a bad thing.