Late Night Ride (Pezzy x OC)

Finally Some Answers

We ended up watching some movies while waiting for my grandmother to call. About half way through the 3rd movie I felt my phone go off and I answer it while pausing the movie. "I've just landed dear, Ill be heading you're way shortly, I've already booked a cab" she said. I was confused, "how did you know where we live? " I ask and she chuckles, "oh you have so much to learn, I'll be there in about 5 to 10 minutes. " she said before hanging up. "I guess she's getting a taxi... " I say confused still. I unpause the movie and move to lay on him. "What if she doesn't like me? " he asked quietly. I look up at him and smile, "she'll love you, don't think like that" I say.

A few minutes go by and I notice a change in the energy. "She's here" I say before getting up from the couch and pausing the movie. A knock was on the front door, proving I'm right. I head over to the front door and open it, smiling, I see my grandma. "Nana, here come on in" I say taking her suitcase and moving to the living room area and set it down. She closed the front door behind herself and followed me. "Ah my little thena, how you've grown" she said and we hugged. "I'm sorry it's been so long... A lot has happened" I say and we pull away. She nods, "a lot indeed, which is precisely why I'm here... But first, are you going to introduce me to the handsome young man on the couch? " she asked and I laugh a bit and nod and pezzy got up and walked over, a little nervous.

"Nana this is my boyfriend and roommate max" I introduce her, using his real name. "Max this is my Nana" I say smiling. "It's nice to meet you" he said smiling holding his hand out for her to shake. "You can call me grandma, Nana, or Cara" she responded dismissing his hand and pulling him into a hug. She's a lot like me, more of a hugger, she dressed in dark colors, and despite being a grandma she's still pretty young only 54. She's alittle shorter than me, long white hair and blue eyes.

"Now... We can have a chat later but first me and her have to talk. I don't know what all you know, or want to know but you are welcome to join us" my grandma said when they pulled away. "I want to know, so I'll stay" he said and she nodded. We all sit in the living room, me and him next to each other on the long end of the L couch and she was on the short end, I sat between them, he rested his hand on my thigh.

"I'm just going to outright say this, your accident didn't cause you to see ghosts... You've always been able to" she said and I look at her confused. "When you were younger, do you remember the pills you had to take every morning? " she asked and I nod. "Yeah mom said it was for my allergy issue" I reply. "There was no allergy issue, the medication was to mud your mind, to keep you from hearing and seeing the dead. I never liked that your mother made you take those, but she hated your gift. Said our family was a bunch of freaks. You see.. You get your gift from me, it skipped a generation. Though your mother has auditory abilities, the full power skipped into you" she explained and I was shocked to say the least.

"Now as for your new abilities... I've always had a feeling you'd be the one to get it in our family" she said with a proud smile. "Wait so you know about the whole Banshee thing? " I ask even more confused. "Of course I do, we are direct decendents from an Irish coven that was filled with them. Over the years, Banshees in our family were less known and became a once in a blue moon ordeal. The last time our family had one was my great grandmother. " she explained. "So what does it mean exactly? To be a Banshee? " I question.

"A Banshee isn't evil, though most might think that. You are a warning signs for death, and with time you'll be able to predict it so well you can stop it. Most times you'll scream as a warning because someone you care about is about to die, a family member, a friend.... A partner. But there are some cases where if a big tragedy happens you can scream as well. Your scream isn't your power... It's what you hear after the scream, if you listen closely that is. With this you can protect anyone you feel the need to, including yourself. They say if a Banshee focuses hard enough, they can channel their scream into a blast of energy giving them enough time to run from danger. But overwhelmed and frightened and not in the right head space, a Banshee can cause damage. " she finished.

"So let me get this straight... I've always been able to see the dead since it runs in the family, my own mother despises me for it and i'm a born Banshee who can predict death but also prevent it. " I say and she nods. "Is there anything else? " I ask and she nods. "There's more to this world than you know. I'm not talking about werewolves or vampires, but witches and warlocks... Banshees and psychics.... Those are very much real. They aren't like in movies, they aren't as powerful but they do exist. The supernatural realm is real but it's a dying realm. " she said. I sigh and rub my head a little trying to focus and listen.

"We can continue this talk later, you know the important stuff and that's what matter. Now let's change topic, " she said. "When can I expect to be a great grandmother? I'm not getting any younger you know" she asked making my mouth drop and his eyes widen a bit.