Sorry for such a late update, I've been topped off with schoolwork (especially art, I swear that teacher never stops setting homework!) So anyways, this is chapter 18 and … yeah, you get the idea. If you haven't read it already go and read 'the mute lockwood'! Enjoy ;)
Disclaimer: I do not own the vampire diaries, as much as I would like to :)
"Why did Kol say that I was impossible?" I asked slowly.
"Straight to the point, eh?" my grandfather asked.
"It's simply the fact that I don't like you very much," I replied.
"Fair enough but the fact is that you are not possible. Healers cannot breed with humans," my grandmother said flatly.
"Any other questions?" my grandfather asked.
"Yeah. For instance, aren't you going to expand on that? When I'm around blood how come it feels like something is trying to claw its way through my stomach? Why don't you do that? Is there something wrong with me? Why were the healers killed? How did our ancestors survive? How's that for questions," I growled at them.
My grandmother gave me a horribly cynical look but I stayed staring at them both.
"Ask me one question at a time," my grandfather said finally.
"What happens to me around blood?" I asked.
He sighed and put down his newspaper.
"It's typical around young healers for them to try and hold down their healing powers. It feels unnatural to let them out. When you tie down the healing powers, the power gets so desperate to heal the wound that it inflicts pain on whatever is in its way," he explained.
"Can you teach me how to let it out?" I asked.
"No." I was puzzled for a moment. "It is not taught. It's something that you just have to do yourself. Let go of the feeling and push it out through your hand, it's quite easy really," my grandfather said.
"Easy?" I practically shouted at him. "Do you just think it's easy? It's nowhere near easy! If I could have just let go of it, I would have done! Do you think that I would rather be sitting on the floor screaming my head off while something tries to rip my stomach open, than just acting like a normal person and say 'hey are you alright?' What do you think because I sure as hell know the answer!" I shouted before storming out of the room and into my room.
I lay on my bed and began to cry softly. Why had I shouted at them? He had just given me advice and all I had done was shout at him. He had answered my questions. Why had I been so rude? Sure it was easy for him because he had practiced it. Maybe what he meant was that if I practiced then I would find it easier too. I shouldn't have been so rude.
I went to sleep thinking about that.