I Can Be Your Master Book One - A TeenWolf FanFic. (Complete)

Beginning To An End

Chapter 20 - Beginning to an End.

Jackson casually opened the door and walked in. I couldn't bring myself to walk through the doors.

This is a stupid idea. A very bad, very stupid idea.

"Come on" Jackson gestured to me from inside.

Gulping I walking through the doors and into a richly designed sitting room. The hallway is red. With a dark carpet with red rugged stair case with a lovely brown table at the bottom.

"There she is" a women says as she walks towards me with her arms spread out.

Her light brown hair reaches her shoulders while her lightly tanned face has seen too many Sun resorts. She has kind eyes though and a welcoming warm eseness to her. Her red long skirt goes to just below her knees complete with a white blouse and wedge heels.

She wraps her arms around me in a warm hug. Nervously I hug her back. The women squeals with excitement.

"Mox this is my mother Jane" Jackson says to me, nodding at the women.

Jane's eyes widden with excitement and joy at the word 'mother.' A word I'd say is rarely said in this house.

"I'm Moxie" I introduce myself.

Jane smiles at me again before looking around me and around Jackson.

"So.. where's my granddaughter? She hasn't grown up yet has she?" Jane asks laughing at her own joke.

"She's spending some time with her grandfather" I answer looking at Jackson with a raised eyebrow.

Her granddaughter? What was this women talking about? What had Jackson said?

"Oh I can't wait to meet her. What's her name? Jackson won't tell me anything or than the babys a girl"

"I'll get your bags Mox" Jackson says as he quickly leaves the house.

"Come on into the sitting room, don't be shy, your family now" Jane says as she pulls me after her into the next room.

The sitting room is just like the hallway. Red but this time with cream couches and a cream mantle piece above the fire. She sits me down in the couch sofa infront of a beautiful brown coffee table.

"Oh where are my manners? Would you like something to drink? Eat?"

"Oh no thank you Mrs Whitmore"

"Please call me Jane, now tell me about my darling little granddaughter. I should properly ask you about yourself but I'm so excited that I'm all over the shop"

She laughs again. It's a nice laugh. A happy mother type laugh. God if she's so happy why is Jackson so.. Jackson?

"Well her names Alainn.."

"Alainn? That's a strange name.. beautiful in a way.."

"It's Irish for beautiful"

"Irish, your from Ireland then?"

"Yes Mrs.. I mean Jane. I lived there in a foster home until last year"

"Oh yes that's right Carol fostered you.. how is Carol?"

She's asking me how Carol is? Carol only lives across the road from her and she's asking me? Weird..

"Were eh not on speaking terms" I explain awkwardly.

"Ah. I bet that's when you were pregnant?"

"Yes, she eh didn't approve"

"Yes, well she never did like me. I was the popular one, she was the.. how can I put it.. the runt of the litter. She was never the same after her sister left. You look a lot like Carol's little sister.. Alana I think it was.."