Dark Possession ✔

Chapter 2: A New Beginning

It was a quiet night in the Lenoir house. The lights were all on and the fire in the hearth was burning bright, giving its warmth to the medium-sized living room. All of the white couches appeared yellow from the light of the fire and the pink Victorian rug seemed orange too.

Rosalie unlocked the front door after she returned from the grocery store, which was down the street of their new house. She put back the wet umbrella into the brown basket near the door. She was glad that she had taken it, despite the weather forecast lying to her about the clear sky all day. She didn't get her cashmere coat wet, which was a big relief to her.

Rosalie took of her boots at the door. "Vivian," she called out. "Baby, where are you?"

A small head pocked out from the kitchen right in front of Rosalie. "I'm here," Vivian answered back.

"What are you doing?" asked Rosalie. She took off her jacket and draped it on the couch. She grabbed all the bags to take to the small but cozy kitchen, that was all white too.

"I got hungry. So, I ate some cereal," answered Vivian. Suddenly, the small girl froze on the short stool that helped her reach the sink. Her head turned, exposing her bright green eyes. "Is that okay?" her voice sounded careful and nervous.

Rosalie froze. "Of course, it's okay," she said feeling the ache in her chest for her niece. "This is your home. So, you don't need to ask me when you want to do something."

Vivian turned back without responding. She continued to use the yellow sponge covered in soap to wash the small bowl and spoon.

"Alright then, I brought many different ingredients for dinner," she said. Rosalie tried her best to brighten the mood of her six-year-old niece. "What would you like to eat?" she asked as she pulled out everything from the bags. "I can cook great lasagna, pasta, pizza, any type of soup, salads or even chicken. Or if you want something different then-"

Vivian stacked the bowl in the dish-rack. "Anything that is easy for you, aunt Rosa," she answered, as she wiped her small hands with the cloth hanging on the side.

Rosalie went over and surprised Vivian by picking her up in her arms. "Everything is easy for me, since I'm so fabulous," she jested and finally Vivian smiled. "Alright, I know how much you love cheese. So, let's eat lasagna."

Vivian nodded. "I can help you," she said. "Mom taught me to cook before-" her voice fell and instantly her skin turned cold as ice.

"Vivian, it's alright," said Rosalie calmly. "I know your mom was a great cook. She taught me too. But I was such a bad student, that she had to write it all down in a book for me." Rosalie crossed the kitchen and grabbed a book off the table. She presented to her a messy leather-bound book with all sorts of ingredients and recipes.

Vivian's small hand skimmed the pages. "Mom wrote this with her hands?" she asked.

"Your mom made a whole book full of your favourite recipes and mine too," said Rosalie. She flipped the pages to the lasagna page. "Should we get cooking then?" she asked. "How about we listen to some music and cook dinner. How does that sound?"

"You have to put me down if we want to cook," said Vivian with a dim smile.

"Oh, right," Rosalie chuckled and put her niece down.

Rosalie fixed the flower dress on her niece who really was a beauty like her mom, even at such a young age. Vivian had wavy blonde hair, that reached her waist. It was braided back and Vivian had done it all herself. Vivian's complexion was fair as milk, just like her mom and she had rosy cheeks too. She wasn't a chubby kid, since she was a ballet dancer now, and a very skilled one like Rosalie was at her age.