All I Need (Vampire Diaries/Captain America Fanfic)

49. We Could Be Unstoppable

1860.

I was 12 years old when I first showed signs of being a witch. With my first period came my first feather-floating experience.

"Aunty Em!" I called, rushing into Emily Bennett's house without knocking, as I always tended to do.

"Manners, Serena," she reminded me, before catching sight of my face. "What's wrong?"

"Something's wrong with me!" I said frantically. "I levitated these feathers. And then I thought I was going crazy, so I did the same thing with a leaf, and then with a stick, and then a rock."

She sighed, ushering me into the kitchen and pouring both of us a cup of tea.

"I always knew this day would come," she said wistfully. "I just wish it had come at a much later date."

"What are you talking about?" I asked her. "If you know something, you have to tell me."

"Have a sip," she said, gesturing to the hot drink that she put in front of me. I did as she requested, and instantly felt calmer, more rational. "Do you remember what I told you about your mother?"

"You told me a lot about her," I responded.

"You know what I'm talking about," she insisted. "I told you about our family history."

"Oh come on Aunty Em!" I rolled my eyes. "You mean the Salem witch trials?"

"You can't ignore your history," she said.

"I'm not ignoring it," I said. "But do you really expect me to believe that the people at that time killed actual witches?"

"No, of course not," she said with a smile. "You have to have more than ignorance to trap a real witch."

"A 'real' witch?" I asked, sure that she was messing with me.

"How do you think you levitated the natural objects Serena?" she asked me. "My blood, your mother's blood, our ancestor's blood runs through your veins. The blood of witches."

"I know what you're saying, and I believe that you believe in this stuff," I said. "But I just... can't. If Father ever found out that we were entertaining the idea of supernatural beings..."

"Your father is close-minded," she dismissed. "Which is why you won't tell him about any of this."

"I won't," I agreed. "But that doesn't make it true."

She smiled, taking my hand and leading me into the garden. "Do you feel that?"

"I don't feel anything," I said, seriously hoping that my favorite family member wasn't going crazy.

"Close your eyes," she coached me. "Listen to the nature, feel it."

I rolled my eyes, before closing them. At first, I didn't feel a thing. But then, something happened. I felt a breeze run through me. I felt the wind run through my fingertips, into my body. I felt the sensation of being weightless, lifting off the ground. I breathed in, and I could feel the nature, I could see it behind my eyelids, I could taste it. My eyes filled with tears as I struggled to contain or describe this rush of feelings.

"We're witches, honey," Emily said from beside me. I opened my eyes slowly, and to my surprise, the feeling didn't go away.

"I feel... amazing," I said breathlessly. "What else can we do? Tell me everything."

"I can't," she said. "On your 18th birthday, you'll begin your own grimoire. You'll know everything there is to know about your destiny. But for now, enjoy it."