Invisible
Chapter 3
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my OC Emery and my plot.
Author's Note: I guess I should start this chapter off by saying I am sorry I haven't updated in forever. A lot has happened in my life over the past year and, unfortunately, it caused me to have to put my fanfiction writing on hold. Thankfully, I have found a new muse recently and I want to get back into writing.
Now that my apology is taken care of, I would like to thank all of my readers. I want to thank every single one of you for signing up for alerts for my story, following my story, and reading my story. I was so afraid to post my fanfiction because I was afraid people wouldn't like it. To say I am pleasantly surprised by the kindness everyone has shown me would be an understatement.
My next order of business is that I need a beta. I was looking back in my first two chapters and noticed some typos. I want to fix that. I want to post quality work and I think if I have someone look over it that isn't me it will help me catch errors. I am also looking for a beta to help me with plot ideas and some pictures and things for my fanfiction. I am hoping to find a face for Emery and her family.
I have gotten quite a few questions about how a Phoenix can get cancer when they are known for their healing properties. Like all supernatural creatures, Phoenixes may be one of the most powerful supernatural creatures but they are not completely bulletproof sort of speak. I can't go into more details because that will spoil my story so please stay tuned to find out why Emery is sick. Another reason I made Emery sick in this story is that I feel like it gives my OC perspective. I have read a lot of fanfics where the OCs are powerful and unstoppable. There is not doubt that Emery is a powerful supernatural creature. In a lot of ways, she has the power that surpasses her grandmother or any other being that has lived before whether that is a phoenix or other creature/ being. By giving her cancer, it makes so she has to work for her power it isn't just something given to her by the wave of a wand. She not only had to learn how to be great she also has to prove to herself and others that she can be great.
Another question I have gotten is why have Rebekah find Emery? I think this is just another way my story is unique. This story will contain romance between Emery and Klaus and Emery and Elijah, but there will also be a relationship between Rebekah and Emery. I find that on the Vampire Diaries and on The Originals to some extent that they make Rebekah shallow. I want to give a depth to Bekah. I want to show that she cares more about herself and her family. I want to show that she can be a friend even to a girl who is dying.
So without further ado here is chapter three of Invisible. I hope you like this long awaited chapter and I can't wait to read everyone's reviews. The only thing I ask about reviews is that if you want to give constructive criticism that is fine, but please do not post any flames to my page.
The last thing I remembered was sitting on my bed to do homework and now there was something rather large overtop of me licking me. To most people, this would startle them but most people didn't have a husky that liked to think she was a lap dog.
"Come on Gypsy get off me you big lug," I say as I tried to calm the dog so she would stop attacking my face. After my command, Gypsy sat down on my bed waiting for me to do something. "What's the matter, girl? Did Grams send you in here to get me?" I asked the dog. She moved her head up and down as her way to say yes. If Grams was sending the pup in here to get me, it only meant one thing…training.
Getting up I walked over to my slippers and put them on. Thanks to my chemo I was cold all the time. That was one of the reasons I wore big baggy sweaters and coats the other reason was to hide my small frame. If I could hide behind big clothes it made me think about my cancer less.
"Okay girl, let us go see what Grams has for me to do today," I said as I waited for the dog to get off the bed and follow me. Gypsy was a special dog. She was a heating blanket on the nights where I would be taken over by chills. That dog was my security blanket when I battled my illness. She was very protective of my Grams and most normally she never left my side as soon as I got home. My grams used to say Gypsy knew what was wrong with me and she took it on herself to take care of me and protect me. Gypsy was the closest thing to a friend I had ever had. For a forty-five pound gray and black fur ball, Gypsy was one of the most important things in my life. She had her own personality and I swear when I talk to her I think she makes facial expressions.
Walking downstairs I opened the door to the backyard. Gypsy ran past me out the door and sat at her normal place under the large oak in our backyard. "Okay Grams, what are we doing today?" I asked sitting in one of the cast iron chairs that sat on the patio.
"Before we start anything new I want to see if you have been practicing your elemental skills," She said sitting down beside me in another chair. " I want to see if my lessons are paying off," She said motioning for me to stand up and show her what I could do. Walking to the middle of the patio, I pushed up the sleeves of my patched gray and a silver sweater that looked like it belonged on a librarian that hadn't seen the light of day or a fashion magazine in her whole entire life.
With a flick of my wrist, a small flame began to form in the palm of my right hand. The yellow, orange, and red flame danced in my hand. Manipulating the flame with both of my hands like my grandmother had instructed me I shaped the flame into a large orb. Letting the sphere go I flicked my left hand and began to work on my electricity orb. The yellow lines began striking in my hand much like lighting did inside of rain clouds. With both of my hands, I worked with the bundle turning the electricity from a yellow color to a bluish white hue. When the electricity orb was large enough I let it float up with the fire orb. Next came the orb of dirt and water. The four elements twirled into a circle in front of me.
"Is that good enough?" I asked my grams as I focused on trying to keep the four elements alive. "That is very good Emerson. It seems like you have been practicing but where is your air orb or your plasma orb?" She asked walking around me. I tried to pay attention to her and keep my elements alive and floating. The strain from using so much power made me sweat fall from my forehead. The skill of element manipulation was something young phoenixes could do with ease. I often thought that if I had trouble doing the simplest of skills how the heck would I master the gifts I had yet to uncover. My grams put way to much stock into me and my gifts. I mean couldn't she see how pathetic I was.
"Emerson that is enough. You can let go now." My grandmother said as she placed her hands on my shoulders signaling me to let go and to let the four orbs fade. " You are getting stronger Emerson. I know you think you are not but you are. On days that you have chemo, we may want to stick with more book based lessons." My Grams said as she gestured for me to sit down back at the patio table.
My grams pulled out my bag from school. "Today, I want you to tell me what you have uncovered from your studies of your journals about your past," She said producing a black leather book that was decorated with scuffs along the surface. The book looked like it had weathered a lot of storms. The book that my grams produced looked like it could barely hold 200 pages, but in reality it was limitless. However, the pages would only divulge their secrets to the original owner of the book or whoever the owner wanted to share it with. This book was like a witch's grimoire. It held the secrets of lives pasts. It told the stories of all of my reincarnations. This unassuming book held the secrets I would need to unlock the rest of my gifts and to my Grams the book represented the hope that maybe in all the stories that lined the pages maybe there was something that could help with my illness.
Before I could speak one of the maids came outside. "Excuse Mrs. Blake and Miss Blake, there is someone here to see Miss Blake. They say it is urgent that she needs to speak with her." The maid said then she turned around and returned to the inside of the house.
"Emerson, were you expecting anyone?" My Grams asked as we walked into the house. "No Grams." She walked ahead of me towards the front door. There in all of her glory stood someone I never expected to be there. It was Rebekah Mikaelson. She was outside on the house's front porch with a book in hand.
"Oh Emerson, I was so hoping I would see you again. You dropped your copy of Pride and Prejudice at school. From the look of this book, I could only figure that this was a favorite book so I knew I had to return it. " She said with the Mikaelson trademark smirk.
That was impossible. I had my book when I left school today. How did Rebekah Mikaelson get a hold of it?
"That is awfully kind of you, Rebekah. Isn't that thoughtful Emerson?" My Grams asked making sure not to say anything remotely close to inviting Rebekah in. "Yes, that is very thoughtful. Thank you, Rebekah." I responded as I reached forward to take the book from her hand but before I could she moved and began to talk to my Grams. "Mrs. Blake I asked Emery today is she knew any places around here that were noteworthy. I was wondering if I could borrow Emery for a few hours so she could show me around? Mystic Falls has changed so much since I was last here." Rebekah asked.
Rebekah Mikaelson was at my door asking me to hang out. Am I in some alternative reality? Why would a vampire let alone an original vampire want to hang out around me? Before I could decline the offer my grams spoke up. "I think that would be a lovely idea. Emerson has been here all of her life she would be an excellent guide" My grams finished. What was my grams doing? She was sending me into a lion's den. Not even three hours ago she remarked that she would need to bulk up security with the Originals in town. "Just give Emerson a minute to grab her bag and she will be outside to meet you," My grams added as she shut the door.
"Have you lost your mind grandmother? Are you sure you are not the one with chemo brain? You just gave me permission to go hang our with a vampire an original vampire at that." I said with my hands on my hips.
"Emerson, this could be a good thing. If you hang out with Rebekah you can find out why her family is here. You can find out if they are a threat to us. You will be fine Emerson. Plus, this will give you training in negotiation and ambassadorship. Those are two important skills to have for a queen in training. Don't you think so Emerson?" I simply nodded my head. I hadn't noticed, but my grams had motioned for the maid to grab my bag and a new jacket. "Emerson you will be fine. Don't keep your guest waiting." My Grams said motioning to the door. I shrugged into my black bomber jacket slung my bag across my body and walked to the door.
When I opened the door I gave one more glance at my grandmother and walked out the door. On the porch stood Rebekah Mikaelson. "Oh, it is so nice for you to join me, Emery. I think this could be the start of a wonderful friendship," She said as she looped her arm through mine. This was very odd to say the least. "Oh, I hope you don't mind Emery I need to run by my house to grab something before we go into town. I am sure you wouldn't mind." She said as we walked towards her cherry red convertible. For a vampire, she had great taste in cars. Then it hit me oh no. We were going to the Mikaelson mansion where other original vampires would be. Okay, I was wrong. I am not walking into a lion's den I am walking into a lions' den. I really hope my grams knew what she got me into. If I survived this visit I was going to give her earful. "Oh that is fine," I said with a half smile. I had no idea that I this was the beginning of something very big in my life.