1015 Germany

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The years had been good to us. Mikael hadn't caught us since America and while 2 years doesn't seem to be a very long time it was an achievement. We were still travelling as a family orphaned in a terrible attack in France. Elijah was the head of the family but Nik often took over the discussions as he liked the feeling of power.

Tensions were rising between the oldest brother, you could see it in their faces. The hostility between the two was growing strong and soon they would fight I was sure of it. Nobody had seen Finn or Sage in years, Nik always looked guilty so I eventually presumed that they had fought and it caused Finn to leave. I often wondered what happened to Amelia, did she turn or did she chose to live a long healthy life?

Rebekah had left a string of broken hearts behind, her beauty was captivating and in most of the places we were going  she was a foreign beauty. She had the mystery and the beauty and it seemed to work in her benefit. Men would fall at her feet with gifts and other things to try and get a moment with this rare girl.

The younger children still looked the same, we wouldn't know if the tonic worked for a few more years and I still regretted it. There was little I could do now and it was an unfortunate circumstance.  But we still had not seen Sophie since she left in 1013, we had sent people after her but nobody had seen her or George.  Kol was furious and he was going to kill George if he ever saw him again, in his eyes this was his fault because it could never have been Sophie that decided to run. I was certainly getting worried as her mother, not only was she missing but she was aging. We hadn't told her about the true life we could offer her and if he never returned, if we never find her, then we would truly lose her.

At the moment we weren't living as highborn, we wanted to stay off the radar to make sure that Mikael didn't find us. We found that he was less likely to find us if we were playing the part of being poor. It wasn't so bad, we had the gold t live and survive it just meant we didn't have extreme luxuries.

We had found a close-knit community in the middle of the German woods. Kol and I had a cabin to our selves with Erin and Cormac and Rebekah, Nik and Elijah all shared one. We were staying in a little log cabin with a chimney made of stone, it was certainly a shabby little thing but it had been our home for almost a year. There was fire outside that we usually cooked the meat on, it avoided blood dripping in the house.

A storm was coming I could feel it in the air, for some reason my magic was acting up more and more. It meant I was more in tune with nature, so I could feel a big storm coming weeks before it came. However, this time it was making me agitated as it felt like the storm was going to be on our doorstep. Fires would start without reason and I knew something was wrong with me, at first we thought it was Erin but she had been absent when some of the fires had started and then we thought it was Cormac but he wasn't always around as he would go hunting with Kol.

I first thought that maybe I was pregnant again, it would've been a miracle but I had hoped that was the truth, but then I bled. There wasn't any other reason for it, not one that I could see and I had a bad feeling that whatever was coming was going to leave its mark.

"What will happen to the hounds Mother? We cant leave them out in a storm." Erin asks, since been here she had gotten very hands on with the animals. She often helped take care of the Cows, pigs, chicken and the other animals that were kept. She helped a cow birth a calf and she was thoroughly proud of herself.

"They will sleep in the kennels." I tell her. I had reminded her a few times and knew exactly what she was hinting at.

"But there's holes in the roof, they might get wet." She pleads.

"They are hounds they will know to stay away from the dripping." I tell her, I felt sorry for them but I knew how Kol felt about them. He didn't like them and so I was faced with being the bad parent.

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