Life's little turn's (Completed){under editing}

The Unveiling

The servants came and brought my lunch, I still wasn't very hungry so I just ate a little bit, knowing I needed to keep my strength up if I want to be able to survive what ever is coming. An hour later I was summoned by Catherine, again, this time I was taken to a room full of paintings and artefacts, it almost looked like some sort of museum, a vault where they kept their most prized possessions, I was confused at why they would bring me here. A state of mind I seem to be in permanently these days. Going over to where Catherine was standing in front of a painting that was covered up, mmmm wonder what crap is she going to feed me today. "Ahh there you are my dear, come we need to talk, I thought we would have more time to ease you in to this but it seems we are running out of time" Catherine spoke with uneasiness in her voice, this was the first time she looked to be even a small amount of nervous since I met her. Looking at the woman in front of me I shook my head sighing. Never in my life was I confused this much in such a short period of time, the feeling like something life changing was going to happen washed over me again and I shuddered when the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. "I need you to see something my child" and Catherine nodded to Godfrey (the old man assigned to Mat) standing beside the painting. The cover was pulled and it was revealed what was underneath, utter shock was on my face when I saw the painting. "That can't be, WHAT THE HELL!!!?" I asked her and saw something in the older woman's face I couldn't place, if it was anger or pure hatred, I couldn't tell because it was gone before I could make it out. If it was either of the two it surely wasn't directed at me, I don't know these people and have never done anything to them that could elicit such feelings.

"But that's me in that painting and yet it can't be me, I have never been here before" staring at the woman in the painting, the resemblance to me was uncanny, it felt like my eyes was going to pop out of my head. This can't be, how the fuck was this possible and who the hell is the woman in the painting. I started to shake; this was all too much for me, first being kidnapped. Then going through the strange ritual of the night before, then blacking out and now this , looking at myself in a painting that should not exist. Catherine put her hand on my shoulder and guided me to a couch that stood nearby, her hand on my shoulder made me uneasy, it was the same way my foster mom would take a hold of me before she gave me a beating.

"I am sorry dear, I wanted to do this slowly and not put so much on you at once, but that isn't you it is your ancestor, your great, great, great grandmother". Letting that sink in she looked at me with expectation and worry on her face, expectation for what I don't know. I was beyond confused and frustrated trying to reconcile my past with what Catherine was telling me, I couldn't remember anything other than us moving a lot. Catherine saw the faraway look on the young woman's face and thought it best to let her think for a while, and give her time to process all of it. She knew they didn't have a lot of time but she couldn't just overwhelm her too much and that might break the girl or send her running for the hills and they couldn't have that happen. She got up and spoke softly to Godfrey, giving him orders to go and get her something strong to drink he left after giving the young woman a worried look, hoping that she didn't finally snap. She went back and sat next to her only watching her to make sure she didn't collapse or freak out. The young woman was really a strong person she thought to herself, she didn't once back down or gave in. She always held her head high no matter what happened, she shook her head awed at the young woman before her, she knew it was wrong to feel jealous of someone who didn't even know the truth but she couldn't help it.

Life will never be the same for her after this and the things she will find out will either make her stronger or break her completely, Catherine could only hope that it will be the first one. They needed her and she didn't even realize it, the pressure that was going to be on her shoulders will be more than anything else have ever been in her life. Godfrey returned with a glass of whiskey and handed it over to Catherine, she thanked him and then put the glass in front of me, telling me to drink up. What was with these people and alcohol? I hate the stuff but at every turn they try to stuff it down my throat. Shaking my head no and declining the glass, I pushed my shoulders back and took a deep breath, it was time I found out what was really going on and hopefully find out the truth about my past and my parents, maybe just maybe I will learn what it was that really attacked my parents and turned my life completely to shit. They had a painting that looked like me but wasn't me which meant they knew something about my parents and their life's before I came into the picture. I was going to use this to my advantage to learn as much as possible, because I knew one thing forsure as I was looking at the painting, I sure as fuck didn't belong here and although these people were good actors they weren't able to fool me one fucking bit, and I for one didn't feel like I was meant to be bonded to Jake. It felt wrong and off, but for some reason my body was reacting to him in ways it never has before and I needed to find out why before something happened that could possibly reun me forever.....