Originally: 'Is This Real?'
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The sequel to Adie's story is finally here, but will it alter her path for the better or only make her situation worse?
Read to find out...
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'I'm a monster, a siphon...a weapon.'
That cold feeling that weighed down in the pit of my stomach whenever I looked at Maya. That emotionless chill that tightened around my heart each time Stefan and Damon gave a look, and you just knew they were thinking about their mother. That painful and empty stab that always managed to cage me in its grasp when Giuseppe questioned my own 'Mothers' progress. I never understood it. I don't think I really wanted to, but now...
I never understood the heretics' little speeches of feeling complete rejection--complete isolation because of what they were. I never thought it that important because the expectancy of them surviving past one season was extremely low--and if they weren't a threat to the main character's anymore then what was the point? But now...
Entering New Orleans instantly brought a dark cloud over whatever smile I tried to force. Maya tried to hide her looks of regret, her looks of sympathy--but I saw it, and I had no clue what it meant. People in town seemed to hide from me, silence taking over before they all broke into harsh whispers the second I passed. It didn't make any sense--I mean, I understood being a Siphon meant witches would most likely look down on me, but I never anticipated complete abandonment. I never expected being ignored to feel like the cruelest punishment.
Yet, it still didn't make sense. Sure they can speculate over what I'm capable of--even fear what could happen if I grew too close. But the pure hatred I watched fueled their stares, it made no sense...And then I met my 'Mother', and was hit with a memory not of the future but of the past. I'm the reason she's dying. Her birthing a siphon caused her coven to reject her when she didn't reject me, and over the years she grew weaker as I grew stronger. My hands are the cause of that innocent woman's misery. I'm the reason her life is now poisoned...I'm the weapon--the monster behind her end--
I was thankful to be pulled from my spiraling thoughts, though I do wish the person pulling me from them could have found a better solution than colliding into me. Falling flat on my butt after walking into a wall of a person, I couldn't stop my huff--the day just keeps getting better and better(!)
"I'm terribly sorry," my eyes widened with the voice, "I really should look where I'm going." I felt my arms begin to shake as they supported me from lying flat on the cobblestones. My gaze slowly trailed upwards, bypassing recently polished shoes and an aging suit to find a hand reaching down to me. "Please, allow me to help you."
My limb still shook as I gripped his hand, his tug making me feel as light as a feather when in the blink of an eye I was standing. I removed my gloved palm from his grip quickly, patting down my dress and shakily fussing with my hair--swallowing the lump in my throat to risk meeting his eyes. "N-no, it was completely my fault. I-I was far more focused on my own thoughts than anything that surrounded me. I a-apologise."
