Reincarnated

Chapter Five: Making Up is Hard to Do

Eamon was leaning against my car when I got out of school Monday. I ran to him and shoved him off with a scowl.

“What the hell are you doing?” I asked, scowl still in place.

“Waiting on you,” he replied, his usual brooding-but-cocky attitude in place.

“I know that, but why? And why are you on my car?”

“I wished to talk to you. Alone, without fear of eavesdroppers.” Great, he was being serious. I don’t like it when Eamon is serious.

“Alright. Where do you want to go?”

“The park?” he suggested. Honestly, no, I didn’t want to go to the park. It was too intimate, too much a part of our past. But I nodded anyway and drove us there.

We got out of the car at about three forty-five. The walk to some blossoming tree was as silent as the car ride. We finally got there and sat down. It was all too like the dream where Eamon told me he loved me. The silent musing, the worried glances, it was all the same.

I couldn’t shake the sense of familiarity, not until he spoke.

“You know, don’t you?”

“Know what?”

“You know what the solution we gave Cassidy really is.” I wasn’t positive, but I was pretty sure.

“It was blood, wasn’t it? Your blood.”

“I was right. You were listening.” I nodded with a sheepish smile. “You know that I’m not human. My kind, we have the essence of memory in our blood. Anyone can drink it and, pretty rapidly, remember everything.”

“What about me? Why can I remember these things? Why don’t I remember everything? Why is it taking so long?”

“Your ancestors, they married one of my kind. His name was Jonathan Brennan.  They had a child, a daughter, and they named her Mary Katherine. During the pregnancy, his wife, Anne, had strange visions. She couldn’t explain them. She was actually burned, as soon as the child was born. Jonathan ran, afraid for his daughter’s life. She talked, and acted, older than she was as she grew. Eventually, they discovered the power, and it passed through the generations.” I was pretty shocked. I’m part…whatever he is?

“And what are you?”

“Nice try, but why would I just tell you that?” I voiced my frustrations with a few…choice words and stomped to my car. I got in, slammed the door, and drove off, leaving him behind. In a town he’d been in for three days.

I passed Mom on the way home. She was mad; I could tell by the way she was driving.

I hadn’t been home for long when she returned, a dripping wet Eamon at her heels.

“Why are you all wet?” I asked, kind of bitterly. I was still angry with him. If someone would just tell me what was going on, I wouldn’t be so angry all the time.

“Because you left him alone!” Mom yelled. Eamon was calmer than she was.

“It started to rain about ten minutes after you left.” He didn’t sound mad, just disappointed and sad. The anger left me.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have lost my temper.” I really was sorry. I’m just sick of people hiding things from me. Now Even Cassidy is. I mean, Casey.

“Aislynn, I’ve told you many times to control you temper.”

“It’s alright, Eliada,” Eamon told Mom. “May I speak to your daughter alone?” She consented and he took me upstairs to my living room.