The Human {Editing}

Chapter 36

Victoria's pov

"Victoria" She whispered in shock. I just stood there awkwardly as she gaped at me.

I shifted uncomfortably on my feet, not exactly knowing what to do or say in this position.

I took the opportunity to take in her features. I knew what she looked like from pictures, but it was the first I'll be able to actually see her.

I knew from a tender age that I had most of her features, like her hair colour, eyes and the shape of my face, but I never thought I'd actually get the chance to compare in person.

Her hair was cut to her shoulders in its smooth waves. It looked thinner than in the pictures, but it still looked nice. Her face seemed slightly pale as if she was having a rough day, but her eyes held so much life and joy, just like what aunt Sophie always said.

She wasn't as thick as aunt Sophie and me, but her body weight seemed fair for a woman her age and suited her quite well.

"You're so grown up and beautiful" She said through sniffles. "My baby is all grown up" She added, and I involuntarily took a step back. I scrunched my face up in confusion at her statement, not exactly liking how she's acting.

After leaving me alone all this time, now is the time she realizes she has a 'baby' that's all grown up? Oh no.

My expression seemed to snap her out of her daze, as she invited us in. Lincoln tensed all of a sudden, as if he saw something.

"Everything okay?" I asked, concerned by his sudden change in stance. He shook his head, as if he was clearing his thoughts then smiled at me.

"Yea, I'm just use to being on high alert around humans." He stated calmly. I wasn't convinced, but I brushed it off nonetheless.

I took the opportunity to observe my mother's house. It reminded me a lot of Velma's home, having that same cosiness about it. Pictures were all over the walls, but I couldn't see them properly from where I stood.

She led us into a small neat dining room, where Lincoln and I sat side by side.

"Can I get you guys anything? Tea, water, coffee?" She asked sweetly.

"Tea sounds fine" I replied, while Lincoln nodded in agreement. She left shortly after telling us to make ourselves at home.

I looked around the dining room, loving how cozy and family-like it felt.

"Why don't we ever use the dining room at home?" I asked Lincoln as the thought popped into my mind.

The kitchen was quite spacious and had more than enough space for us to eat, but the dining room just sat there.

"We do" He chuckled. "On Christmas" I simply shook my head at the wasting of a good dining room.

Daisy, which was what my aunt said my mother's name was, returned shortly after with three cute tea cups on a tray. She got comfortable in her chair across from us, beaming happily at me.

Nobody spoke for a while, but eventually she started talking.

"How are you?" She asked quietly.