Witch or vampire?

Halftime

"Twice I turn my back on you

I fell flat on my face but didn't loose

"Twice I turn my back on you

I fell flat on my face but didn't loose

Tell me where would I go

Tell me what led you on I'd love to know"

Twice, by Little Dragon

Mom stayed until the end of September and Aunt Abby left only after my training had successfully started. We had decided to re-activate my witch powers since they had become more prevalent.

I learned a lot about my family and its history, about my powers and how to use them. John had me training on how to defeat vampires, especially by using vervain and wooden weapons. Close combat training would be too dangerous for me, but John trained me anyhow, as far as possible.

Apart from this, I kept myself fit with some light running and gymnastics. My mother ran with me since John had lost me a couple of times. Speed seemed to be our common vampire inheritance.

She also accompanied me to all screenings and shared her experiences of such a pregnancy with me. Everything seemed to be okay, the baby was growing as it should, only the gender remained hidden, as if my child wanted to keep this a secret.

Meanwhile John made some inquiries about Damon. He even talked to Liz Forbes a couple of times, but Damon hadn't returned to Mystic Falls. Of course John didn't tell her why he was looking for him. John also believed that Damon should know about the child.

„You haven't seen the way he's looked at her, Jessica, but I have. Believe me, he would've rather died than hurting her!" he exclaimed once during a rather lively debate between him and Mom about Damon.

I knew what Mom was thinking. She only saw the danger Damon presented for her grandchild, but I was convinced that he should at least have the choice if he wanted to see his baby. I just hoped that I would be able to convince him that this was really his child, and that I hadn't had an affair.

An affair – this sounded so weird. I mean, we hadn't any relationship at all, but still I was ruined for any other man. At the bar, I had to gotten quite a few proposals, but ever since my pregnancy had started to show they had stopped altogether.

Well, my job was another thing. I talked to Jake about everything and he expressed his joy about the baby, but I knew that he knew I would have trouble with working hours in the future. He promised me that I could return any time after birth if I could find adequate care. My mom and I talked about it and she offered to move in with me if things couldn't be solved otherwise.

I should've been able to relax, but I couldn't. I was still worried about Damon. For the umpteenth time, I tried to imagine what had gone through his mind back then.

He hadn't appeared to be the guilt-ridden type, so why hadn't he come back after calming down again?

I assumed that he'd taken the incident as a reason to move on. He probably had argued with himself for a while, but finally he must've taken into account that he would hurt me.

And he had hurt me, quite so. I wasn't mad at him, no, I felt a towering rage! I calmed down after a while, but if I would ever meet him again, I couldn't guarantee for anything.

When I came home on October 25, in the early morning hours after my nightshift, I saw my answering machine blinking with a message. Freeing my swollen feet from my shoes, I listened to the recording.