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Thursday
October 22, 2010
3 x 14
9:00 AM

Aaminah POV

Being in the supernatural world is hard. You barely have time to grieve the death of someone dear to you because of the constant scheming. I look down at the newly dug hole in the ground and I feel sick to my stomach. What's the point in burying a coffin with just a head in it?

Tears flow down my face in anger and sadness. I turn to my family, who were standing behind me, and I saw looks of pain on their faces.

"I think we should cremate her instead. It's pointless to have a full-body casket when there isn't a full body. We will get her head cremated and have a wake for her next week. I don't want anyone to ruin my auntie's passing. Has anyone got in contact with Alaric?"
I ask as two of the hybrids begin to put the dirt back into the 6-foot hole.

"No, he's been M.I.A. We haven't heard from him since 3 weeks ago."
Liam said.

I sigh deeply before kneeling on the dirt where the grave was supposed to be and touch it. I let my earthly and heavenly magic flow through my body down to my fingertips and had fresh grass and fresh blossoming flower, Golden Lilias. They are beautiful gold and turquoise that look like a mix of a Bachelor's Button and Carnations. These flowers are also the flowers that blossomed when I was born.

I call the closest crematorium and schedule an appointment for next week. I call the funeral home to tell them to give Jenna to the crematorium. I grab Mal and Nik's hands and everyone follows us back to the main house. This is bullshit. First John, after it was Luther, and now Jenna. We lost 3 family members but Jenna and Luther's death are closer together than John's and we have all been grieving together, not to mention my sudden death that had the whole family scared.

When I woke up all the pack members circled me crying in joy and sadness once they realized I wasn't dead. I hugged and comforted each of them. They felt so much heartache and it made me cry. Though none of us has known each other for that long, we are a family, a pack. I am their mother, their Luna. The connection between the pack and I is different than theirs and my men, I am above everything to them. But that concept is something I don't like. I don't want to be above everything because we are family. I love my pack, my children, and whenever one is hurt, we are hurting together. We still have a lot to work on but the trust we are building for one another is solid.

I plop onto the couch and lay down on Kol's lap. Having this little downtime again, I feel all the sadness weigh down on me and I burst into tears. I hear my mate sigh sadly knowing there was nothing they could do. They rub me gently and whisper soothing words in my ear. I soon feel exhausted and fall asleep.

Elena POV

"It was their mother Esther that was sealed up in that coffin."
I tell Stefan and Nathan, who was watching me put up dishes.

"As in the Original Witch?"
Stefan asked.

"What? How is she even alive? I thought her hybrid freak show of a son ripped her heart out a thousand years ago."
Nathan says.

"I don't know. I'm guessing she has a couple of connections in the witching community. Elijah said that she wants to live in peace with her family, including Klaus."
I inform them.