Once Upon a FairyTale

Chapter Twenty Eight: Odette

 I looked at Peter and gasped. "You killed... You killed her!" I screamed, my hand becoming hot. I looked at it and it was engulfed in flames. "You killed Maxwell!!" I screamed again before running to Maxwell's dead body. I looked at her and shook my head.

"Odette, you have to listen to me,"

"You killed your only friend!"

"We came to an agreement, that if something like this happened, we would sacrifice ourselves to save the other. And that's what I did. She wanted this." Peter walked over to me and placed a hand on my shoulder. I hissed.

"Whatever."

"I have to tell you something."

"Go to your lover and leave me alone." I looked at him. I don't know why I was so upset about Maxwell's death. We were anything but friends. We hated each other. So, why was I so broken up about this? I do not know.

"I need to tell you this. Please."

"Fine! What's so important that you have to tell me right now!?" I shouted at him. A small whimper came from the door. Both of us shot our heads towards the door. Wendy was standing there, tears making her way down her cheeks. Her shirt was tattered and her jeans were torn in odd spaces. Her hair was an absolute mess.

"P-peter?" She asked, her hand slowly making it's way to her cheek to wipe it. Peter stood up and walked away from me. He walked over to his love. He said a few things before coming back over to me.

"Wendy is your sister. John and Michael are your brothers. And, Max... Max was your twin sister." He stated, looking at me before walking back to Wendy. They vanished, leaving me alone with the lifeless body.

"What?" I looked down at her and shook my head. Sure we had some similarities. There weren't enough. She was a brunette, while I was blonde. She was bad, while I was good. I had brown eyes, while she had dark green eyes.

"I'm so sorry." I whispered, placing her head on my lap. My hand held the back of her neck. My fingers grazed over something. I carefully lifted her up and looked at the back of her neck. A birthmark, very similar to mine, was in the shape of a moon.

"What..."

"I remember when mom and dad told us about you. We were really excited. Not only one baby sister. Two. Oh my god. John nearly crapped himself." A female's voice said from behind me. "Then, you two came home and mom and dad got killed. John, Michael, and I got kidnapped. You and Maxwell were with grandmother and grandfather. Mom and dad knew something was coming. You two were... You were something. Max was always sad and dark. You were just a ray of sunshine. Every time you'd laugh, flowers bloomed. Every time Max cried, or laughed even, an animal died."

"Why are you telling me this?" I asked, looking down at Maxwell. She was pale, her eyes were closed. Her face was covered in cuts.

"You need to remember. You were five, maybe even six, when this all happened. You need to remember me, Odette."

"What if I don't want to?" I looked at her and wiped my eyes.

"John and Michael are dead." She stated, looking at me. "I just want my sister. I don't want to be alone. I love Peter more than anything. But, I need my family. I don't have anyone but you."

"What?" I felt myself weaken. I looked at her and cocked my head. She did look somewhat familiar.

"They were trying to escape out the window. One wrong move was made and they..." She closed her eyes before letting out a sob. I stood up and rushed over to her. She pushed her face into the crock of my neck before full on, body shaking sobbing. "Please..." She stated. I nodded.

"I'm sure I will. Like you said, I was only five."

{***}

A few years later

"Any clues of where they are?" I asked, sipping my milkshake as Wendy slid into the booth. Peter slid in and sat next to her. We were currently sitting in an old diner for dinner. It's been a few hours since we ate.

They had a burger and fries, each. They had told me to get something to eat. I got the same. It was okay. I've had better. Honestly, I wasn't even hungry. I used magic to keep me full, even though Wendy didn't appreciate it. I did follow a few of her wishes. She is, after all, my older sister.

"Oddie, they're both dead. Mom and dad's bodies, along with the Grimm brother bodies are buried in Germany. All we're doing is looking for bad." Wendy stated, placing a fry in her mouth.

"We should put Max, John, and Michael in Germany." I stated, sipping my shake. Wendy sighed.

"Eat up. We gotta go." She nodded towards the window. I nodded and ate my food before the three of us left. Peter called dibs on driving. Where were we driving too? We don't exactly know. Anything could happen.

I laid in the back of my van and spun lightening on my fingertips. Wendy was on the mat next to me, looking at the lightening on my fingertips. She smiled.

"I'm happy you remember."

"Although it isn't a whole lot, I remember." I smiled and looked at her. "You were 18 when Hook kidnapped you. That was neatly 30 years ago. You haven't aged a day. Peter looks like he did when he was friends with Mom and Dad." I stated.

"Magic, Odette. You know. That stuff is scary." She replied, looking at the ceiling of the van. "Peter was good friends with mom and dad. They warned him and he came and helped us. When you're long gone, Peter and I will still be alive. When our great, great grandkids are long gone, Peter and I will still look as we do now."

"Sounds like hell." I stated firmly. "How come John and Michael didn't live?"

"We don't know. They... Uh... They landed the wrong way." She shrugged trying not to remember what her mangled brothers looked like. I nodded.

"Why didn't Max and I have this spell?"

"Peter ran out of both energy and resources. When Hook came, it was too late and you were already with Grandmother and Grandfather."

"Makes sense." I nodded.

"Let's go to sleep, Odette."

"Okay." I nodded, looking up at the ceiling too. We had glued glow in the dark stars to the ceiling. It was perfect. I loved it. "I'm just happy we have the books."