"And by 'we' you mean?" i began
"Heather and myself," he explained
"What about Rory?"
"No, not yet anyway, if that is the life she chooses of course." i nodded
"What does that person want with me?" i asked unsure
"It seems, that your mother before she died--"
"was killed," i cut in.
"was killed" he continued, "she had contacted with others of my kind."
"Vampires?"
"yes, she was helping them in some way..."
"how?" i asked and jonathan scratched the back of his neck as if he was scared to tell me something. if this whole vampire thing was true than what more would he be scared to tell me?
"Your mother, and yourself, have witch blood," he said not looking directly at me. i kept waiting for a celebrity to jump out from behind and desk and yell 'You just got PUNK'D!' but that wasnt the case.
"witch blood?" i asked "im not a witch."
"no? well you have the blood of one."
"i don't believe any of this. i can't."
"why?" he asked.
"i just simply cannot." i said my voice becoming uneven.
"how can i prove it?" he asked desperate for my understanding.
"i didn't ask for proof."
"i know, but youre part of this world whether you are willing to except it or not."
"fine," i stated "prove it to me." before i knew it Jonathan had lifted up a envelope full of old photos dated all the way back in the 1840s'. "what are these?"
"look," he said simply. i looked at the pictures in his hand. one of a man standing in a barn, one of the same man riding a horse. in one the man was standing next to a little girl, in another he was shooting a gun, and another he was playing baseball.
"these can't be you.." i said in disbelief.
"They are..."
i knew they were it wasn't worth denying the axiom. "What do they want with me?" i asked again carefully.
"it seems your mother...sold you."
"She what?" i said too loud, "i am not an item to be had!"
"Jaycee, i'm sorry that was a horrible way to phrase that," he cleared his throat. "As you got older and she became more involved with vampires she feared you were in harms way. You were supposed to live with a vampire Ezra and his son Ash and daughter Liza. But then your mother died, and i realized you had witch blood and you were Chloe's daughter and i adopted you."
"How did you know i was a witch?"
"I could smell it in your blood." he said like it was nothing.
"I don't want to live with them..." i trailed off
"I know and i'm doing everything in my power to keep you here."
"Why are they showing up now?"
"They just found you were alive, they thought you had died with your mother."
i shook my head and straightened myself and walked to my bedroom. Anger and fear built up in my chest and i curled into my bed keeping the white sheets up to my chin and hugged a pillow. By the time i got up the sun was setting, i walked into the living room where Rory colored a picture and told Jon a story of Tom the penguin who could fly. He sat behind her on the couch smiling every now and then. when he saw i was in the room he motioned for me to come over. He opened his laptop and typed :
"They will be here in four days.."
i shook my head and whispered in his ear ,"I'm going to be in Peru in four days"
He smiled sadly in return and shut his laptop. It was inevitable, he probably couldn't save me from them and i would have to meet them some time. i just wish i hadn't. i wish they thought i was dead.
