Rose's POV
My brilliant anwser was, "huh?" Mom laughed slightly and said,
"My mother was a witch, and my father was a vampire." I nod my head.
My mom said, " Every supernatural being has their own type of power, did you ever have a type of power when you were at the cemetery?"
I nod yes and say, " I can feel and control peoples emotions, but I can only feel their emotions if they are not blocking me out and i just had learned how to shadow travel because of Hazel."
Everybody gets quiet obviously in they're own thoughts.
So of course I got bored. There was a pitcher of water in front of me and I immediately started thinking about rain.
I love the rain. It always gave me joy when it rained at the cemetery. One because it gave me a short bath to wash away dirt and grime. And two it entertained me seeming i had nothing to do there. I started to see flashbacks of the cemetery that had happemed years ago. I saw how the rain fell from the sky and flew through the creek nearby I opened my eyes and saw there was water flowing in the direction the creek flowed through everywhere around me.
"What the f-" I started to say when my mom butted in and said, "Language." before I could finish my sentence.
The water fell on the floor and splashed on my leather boots. My mom turned to me and said,"Rose imagine the puddles of water on the floor to be ice."
I looked confused for a second before she gave me a look as if saying 'just do what I say because I'm your mother' I sigh and nod as i waved my hand over the floor thinking of it freezing over into ice.
As my hand went over, ice followed after. And soon the floor was iced over where the puddles of water had just been moments before.
"Well that's your witch power, to control the water/ice element. And an addition to the mood control thing." My mom said as I try to process what she said.
My mom taps her chin as she starts to think and exclaims, "Oh! Here touch this."
She grabs a picture frame with a picture of a younger me, her, dad, as well as a younger looking Jacob, and Nathan.
I lightly grip the frame in my hands and gasp as I am taken back to a place with a family that looks like my family laughing and having a picnic. Everyone looked so happy and carefree with no worries at all.
It dims out and I am brought back to everybody watching me. I place the picture frame on a small table and look up at my mom.
"Wha..how....?"I say in a quiet voice.
"What did you see?" my mom asked. I shake my head and say, "We were having a picnic and having fun?" I say the last word sounding foreign to me coming from my mouth.
I don't have fun and thus new and improved vampire and witch attitude was not helping me have fun.
It's like I hate everything and everyone except for the people I truly care about.
Someone snapped their finger in my face breaking me out of my thought.
I glared at the person for interrupting my thoughts when the person_who was Sam fell to the floor holding his head yelling out in pain.
I stop glaring at him and he stops screaming. We all look at each other until my mom clears her throat.
"Well we found your other power." I turn to her and say
"What did I do?" as I kneel to the floor next to Sam, my hands on each side of his face.
"Well that's your vampire power, to inflict pain upon others by a simple look or glare. All you have to think about is them in pain and they are."
She paused before continuing on what she was saying. "And like I said before the memory one is your witch power like Hazel."
I am still in shock from what I did to Sam.
I am taken out of my shocked state when Sam leans up off the floor and says, "I'm fine, really, I'm tough."
And he hit his chest which I laughed at. He looked at me with love? What?
"Why are you looking at me like that?" he shakes his head and says "You have such a beautiful laugh."
I give him a questioning look and see him rub the back of his neck before stuttering out the anwser.
I am shocked to hear the three words he uttered out. "You're my beloved." he says as I stare at him with shock.

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Rose
FantasyRose is her name and that's all she can remember, except for the fact that she know she had a different life before the one she is currently living. She had woken up with only a necklace and dressed in armor with a jewel encrusted sword strapped to...