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Author's Note: Again, I want to thank my loyal readers out there for reviewing, reading, and following. All of you guys really do inspire me to keep writing. I just hope that I can make this story great so you want to keep reading.
I am still in search for a beta. So if anyone would like to have early access to my chapters and the ability to have some input into my plot please let me know.
Also, if any of your guys can think of anyone that could be the face claim for Emery please let me know. As of right now I keep thinking of Lucy Hale playing her. She is small, can pull off short hair, and is just a cool actress. If anyone has any other suggestions let me know.
Invisible
Chapter Four
Riding in the car with Rebekah was like everything else about her… interesting. For a girl who had been daggered for the last however many years, she sure did know how to drive a car.
"So Rebekah where did you get such a beautiful piece of machinery?" I commented glancing over at her.
"You know cars?" was her reply.
"Yeah, I have a black convertible 1969 Ford Mustang Boss 429 back at my house. My grandfather and I rebuilt it from the inside out. Well, I should say he built it and I helped a little and watched," I said with a chuckle.
"If you have a car then why do you have someone drive you around?" Rebekah questioned.
"Well with being sick and all my grams just thinks it is better for me to have someone drive me just incase anything happens. If I ever am able to beat my latest diagnosis I can't wait to take that car out on the road. It is a car that needs to be seen, heard, and driven not kept in storage," I admitted fiddling with my bag.
"It sounds like you were very close to your grandfather. I didn't happen to see him at your house. Where is he at?" She questioned not taking her eyes off the road.
"He passed away five years ago when I was twelve. He was an amazing man who would have done anything for me," I answered quietly.
I was not stranger to death. I lost my mom when I was five and my grandfather when I was twelve. I guessed that was why it didn't really scare me to think about myself dying.
After telling Rebekah about my grandfather's death, we fell silent again. I assumed it was due to the fact she didn't know where to take the conversation after that. I couldn't believe I was actually having a conversation with an original vampire. I couldn't believe I just told her about losing my grandfather. Way to keep your cards close to your chest Emery I said to myself.
Even though our conversation was nice I still had some apprehension about going to her house. I had no idea what I was walking into. Was Rebekah setting me up to be kidnapped for ransom? Was she really trying to be friendly towards me or was I some weird experiment to her? Our silence was suddenly broken again.
"So Emery you are not at all what I expected phoenixes to act like. At least you are nothing like the phoenixes I have met in my lifetime. Then again I have never met a phoenix that was ill" She remarked to me as we turned on the road where her family home was.
"Well, to be honest, you are not what I expected either from an original vampire. Then again the only thing I have heard about original vampires is what I have read in books and heard from old fables," I said looking over to her.
Rebekah chuckled. "You know for someone who acts so meek and mild you are rather what is the word for it spunky…no, I think mouthy is a better word. It is a good thing I like that in my friends. There are so many people in this town who are absolutely afraid to say anything remotely sarcastic to me because they are afraid of what my brother Nik might do to them, " She said glancing over at me.
"Well I am not like most people I suppose, " I said staring down the road.
I didn't even know how Rebekah Mikaelson had friends. One minute she seemed really nice but the next she was mean. From what my grandmother had gathered from the supernatural community in Mystic Falls Rebekah had just recently been undaggered from her brother in Chicago and now she was trying to start a new life for herself. I was still trying to figure out why she wanted to include me in this new life and why she would want to start her new life in high school of all places.
"My wit and sharp tongue are my own version of a defense mechanism against people or original vampires," I said clutching the strap of my leather crossbody. "So what exactly do you have to pick up from your house?" I asked trying to find out if I needed to send an SOS to my grams only fifteen minutes into my little outing with Rebekah Mikaelson.
"You will see. Plus I need to check in with my brother Elijah. I need to make sure he wasn't daggered again by my tyrant of an older brother Niklaus or that the local Scooby Gang hasn't done anything to him" She said pulling into a driveway that lead to a large mansion but even that word wasn't good enough to describe it. The home looked like a white marble fortress.
"Emery, are you coming?" Rebekah asked having already turned off the car and was now waiting for me to follow her into the house.
"Oh yeah. I'm sorry. I was lost in thought," I said as I got out of the convertible. I was still clutching my purse, but now I was doing it so hard that my knuckles were turning white.
Walking through the fortresses' threshold, I was stopped in my tracks. The inside had a grand staircase. The entrance was captivating so I could only imagine what the rest of the house looked like. I was not a stranger to grand homes. My grams and I had gone to many dinner parties that were held in mansions, castles, and various other dwellings but this house left me speechless. My own home was rather grand in the town of Mystic Falls, but this home made my house look like a cardboard box.
In all of my awe, I hadn't noticed that Rebekah had slipped away which left me standing in the enormous foyer alone. All the sudden I heard a noise. "Come on Elijah you will not believe who I met today" Rebekah was making her way back to the foyer with one of her older brothers behind her.
Considering I knew that Niklaus Mikaelson has blond hair I could only assume this was Elijah Mikaelson. To say Elijah was handsome would be an understatement. He was a God among mortal men. He donned a dark suit, dark brown hair combed to give him the perfect look. This man gave a whole new meaning to tall, dark, and handsome. It was in that very second I felt something in my body jumpstart. I gazed at the man, no I had to remember he was a vampire, in front of me. The strange thing about it was that when I looked at him he was looking right back at me with his hazel brown eyes. The man in front of me looked at me with a gaze so piercing that I thought he was going to bore holes right into my head. His mouth opened a little, but nothing seemed to come out.
"Elijah this is Emerson Blake. She is the girl I told you about" I could faintly hear hat Rebekah was saying. I was still mesmerized by the being in front of me. Shaking my head a little to knock myself out of the trance I was in. "Emerson I would like you to meet my darling brother Elijah," Rebekah said pushing me forward a little.
I took my right hand and wiped it off on my pant leg and then extended it to Elijah. I couldn't believe I just did that. "It is nice to meet you, Elijah," I said in a voice that was so soft that only someone with impeccable hearing could have picked up every word I said.
"Ms. Blake is lovely to meet you. I am sorry to stare, but you bear the most remarkable resemblance to someone I knew many years ago" He said taking my right hand and bringing it to his lips to leave a chastised kiss.
"You don't say," I replied with a smirk and a soft chuckle. "I do have one of those faces that is unforgettable," I said mildly sarcastic. Wait was I flirting with Elijah Mikaelson? Who was I and what did I do with Emery Blake?
Taking back my hand I returned it back to my side. "Rebekah you did not tell me that Ms. Blake was so enchanting" He commented finally taking his eyes off of me and looking to his sister.
I let out a little chuckle to his comment. "I have been called many things in my life Mr. Mikaelson but enchanting was not one of them," I replied to his comment trying to project confidence.
Rebekah had somewhat of a smirk on her lips when Elijah and I stopped staring at one another and looked at her. "See what I was saying, Elijah, she has such a wit about her. Well, I hate to cut this introduction short, but Emery and I have shops to visit and clothes to buy to fill my closet" She said not giving Elijah or me a chance to reply. She grabbed my hand and began to pull me back to her car.
When we made it back to her car I opened the door and slid inside. Bringing my hand up to my cheek, I felt something I hadn't felt in a long time. My face was hot. Looking into one of the car's side mirrors, I noticed that a pink hue covered my face. For the first time in forever, I was blushing and I felt warm. The warmth that took over my body felt like I needed to take off this stifling jacket. How the heck did that happen? What the heck was that?
Shaking myself out of my thoughts I looked to Rebekah. "Did you find what you left at your house?" I asked trying to focus on something that wasn't the 5'll tall dark and handsome vampire we left behind. "Oh, I feel so silly. It was in my purse the whole time. I found it when I looked in the house." She said smiling.
"So we went all the way to your house for nothing?" I asked looking at her a little frustrated. "I wouldn't say we went there for nothing. You got to meet my brother didn't you?" She said starting the car and pulling it out of the driveway. Rebekah Mikaelson just played me. For some reason, Rebekah Mikaelson wanted met to meet one of her older brothers. That realization left me a little unnerved.
The two of us sat in silence as we made our way to Main Street where most of the shops were. "So what exactly are you looking for?" I asked trying to play nice. If being friends with Rebekah Mikaelson meant I got to meet her handsome brother again I think I could play nice for a little while.
Author's Note Number Two: Emery met Elijah. How did everyone feel about the meeting between Elijah and Emery? Was it to cliché? Was it interesting? Don't worry the meeting between Klaus and Emery will be just as shocking. Do you guys think that Rebekah's motives towards Emery are pure or do you think she is up to something? Why do you guys think Rebekah wanted Emery to meet Elijah?
I had thought about including the scenes where Rebekah and Emery go shopping, but I thought that would be too much to squeeze in one chapter. I didn't want to overwhelm you guys. I promise you though you will have more pieces to the puzzle in the next chapter when Rebekah and Emery get to talk and shop.
As most of you could tell from the last chapter the mythology behind the phoenix is different from what everyone is familiar with. As the story goes on you will see more of what Emery, Emery's grandmother, and what other phoenixes can do. I am really having a fun time creating their mythology.
I really hope everyone is enjoying Emery. I am really trying not to make her too strange or too Mary Sue Like. She is quirky, but I think that is what makes her such a fun and interesting character. If any of you guys think she is too weird and there is no way the Mikaelson family would want anything to do with her please let me know. I don't want to force anything. I might have to rework her a little.
Also someone pointed out that Emery had two different last names so I went back into my fic and changed it. Emery's full name is Emerson Aoibheann Saoirse Blake. (If you can't figure out how to pronounce her last names they have great guides on YouTube.) Each one of these names was selected for a purpose. Emerson means brave and powerful. Aoibheann means beautiful, radiant, and fair. Saoirse means freedom. Blake means dark or someone who is pale and blond. Emery isn't blond so you can start making guesses for why I chose that name.
As always I hope you guys liked this chapter and please leave a review. Reviews help motivate me to write faster. If you want to leave criticism that is fine just try not to be mean about it. I do not want to read any flamers. Flamers make me lose my writing muse.