The Hybrid's Heart

Family Drama

I watched as the phone rang. And rang. And rang. But Caroline didn't pick up. Yes, it was late, and she was probably asleep in the hospital, but I really just needed to hear her voice. I've had episodes like I had earlier before. Caroline always knew how to put a smile back on my face. I sighed in defeat as the answering machine played her voice, 'Hey, it's Caroline, leave a message after the beep!' 

She was in the hospital after a car crash. I couldn't feel disappointed that she didn't answer. Instead, I got up to get some more water. It was already dark outside, even though it was only 6:30. It should start getting darker later soon, I think to myself.

When I passed my father's study, I realized the door was closed and there were voices coming from inside. I silently walked up to the door, placing my ear against it as I tried to decipher the words. 

"Why the hell is there a picture of Rory in your wallet?" Tyler asked defensively. A picture of me? Why the hell would he have a picture of me?

"That's not Rory," Mason hissed. What was going on? "It's-" It's who? I racked through my mind of anyone who could be mistaken for me. Hell, I wasn't really sure of any other redheads I'd met in my life.

He paused, and soon, I heard footsteps traveling toward me. Shit, what was I supposed to do? I panicked for a second, unsure of where I was supposed to go. But then I remembered the necklace I had around my neck, and that I had placed some magic in it each time I had some leftover after siphoning someone, this way it didn't seep out of me over time.

So, placing my hand on my necklace, I siphoned away just enough to hide myself as my Uncle Mason opened the door.

"Invisique," I whispered, hoping I was invisible now. He peeked his head out, looking around, confused as to why no one was there. I almost let out the breath I was holding in, but refrained in fear of him hearing me. I took my chance and slipped into the room before he shut it.

"Listen, that's not Rory," he sighed, turning back to Tyler.

"I think I would know that this looks just like her. And who the hell is the baby?" Tyler spat, slamming the photo back down on the desk. I walked over carefully and took a look.

Oh my god, I thought to myself. It did look just like me. Her red curls were in a half up half down, the top half in a messy bun, and the bottom half cascading over her shoulders and down her back. She had a carefree, lopsided smile on her face, one that I would never find on my own face, and her front teeth had a slight gap between them. But her eyes... they had green to them. Since when did my eyes have some green to them? And I've never seen those clothes before. Ever. I didn't own a navy blue turtleneck, nor those baggy jeans, no matter how cute they were. 

"That... listen, you need to promise you will tell no one." 

"What the hell is going on?" Tyler asked angrily. The urge to blow my cover and just appear, asking the question myself was so strong. Who the hell was this girl?

"Listen, that isn't Lorelai, it's..."

"Who is it, Mason?" he asked.

"It's her mom."

I felt the walls around me crash down. Mason didn't seem like he was joking. Was he being serious? Tyler stared at him in disbelief until he began to laugh. Why the hell was he laughing at something like that? Breathing became challenging for me, and I had to focus on taking deep breaths through my nose, and out my mouth.

"Her mom?" Tyler chuckled.

"Tyler, I'm serious," Mason replied, not a trace of humor on his face.

"Her mom isn't in that photo, her mom-"