Look Into My Eyes Ch.4

All eyes turned expectantly towards me. They were asking without saying the words for me to elaborate on my stupidly brave accusation, and so I told them.

"For me to tell you, I must start at the beginning. My Ancestors were among the first to come to New Orleans, long before it was the city you know today, even before you yourselves came here. Not long after the time of them coming here, most of my family was executed for witchcraft, by a coven whose name I don't remember, because they were using black magic. The other members of their coven feared their power so much that they buried them in a secret graveyard, and did not con-se-crate… their magic with the rest of the witches in the Lafayette Graveyard. And so for a long time, my family was left living as a sort of outcast in our coven, for the sins of those we had never met. So my mother and father, my grandmother and my older sister… wanted to call forth the Ancestors, as they believed they were wrongly killed, to ask them for their magic and their knowledge. But something went wrong. And… and I don't know what to do!" Throughout the story that I recited through pure memory alone, I finally began to cry once more, not for the Ancestors I had lost, but for the family I may never know again.

"So, if your family wished to gain black magic of old, why not just find it in an old Grimoire? Why summon power they were unaware if they could control?" asked Elijah as he moved around to sit at the desk he had occupied at the moment of my arrival.

By this point I was sobbing once again and could say nothing. After a few moments I felt arms around me and I was moved to sit in a loveseat I had not seen when I came into the room. It took me some time to calm and when I did I could tell I had missed something but thought better then to ask what.

"My family felt that it had been wronged or so my mother said. They wished to rule over the witches, and even over the Quarter itself. I don't understand why though."

I stopped trying to remember what else I had been told. Or anything I had over heard.

"The spirits of our Ancestors told my sister Abigail, of the spell they wished my parents to use to bring them forth to help summon them to gain power. I had no idea that a spell could be made to put a spirit of one long since dead into the body of one whom is living."

I then gulped as I thought of all the reasons my mind could come up with that they would want me. I was only a child after all and not a very powerful on at that.

"I think they want to hurt me in some way or maybe use me for something. I'm not… I'm not sure." I looked up at the three vampires in the room as once again my eyes filled with tears.

"So why not just rid ourselves of you, and then go out on a witch hunt. Then your worries would be for naught."

Nicklaus had during my story and rant of sorts, moved himself to sit in a large armchair while refilling his glass with some kind of alcohol. Rebekah was holding me in her arms almost protectively.

"Because you need me as the last member of their blood line. I have the only power to keep them from rising up in another's body. However, I do not know the right spell. I am rather new at this." I said rather bitterly.

"Well I do not see anything that can be done tonight then, as a spell must be found. Rebekah, take her back to whatever room you brought her too. We will discuss this further in the morning."

Elijah spoke with the sort of authority that I didn't realize he held. He was not the King or the self-proclaimed one anyway. My eyes flickered with that thought to Nicklaus. The man who calls himself King, but yet seemed to care as much about power as a child playing a game. He seemed to want fear, but I think it is because he held it in himself. That fear that seems to paralyze one in one moment in time, in an angry rage, but why a man like him would feel fear of anything, I could not tell you. Is it a fear of having nothing and no one, or a fear of someone. When you are immortal how can you fear someone, when you cannot fear death?