The immediate flashes of the cameras and phones went off as he was taken away. Seth, Bellamy and I exchanged the same expression.
…
I stared at Maggie as she began packing her things in our living room. We had clothes everywhere and while she ranaround with nothing but a t-shirt and one sock. Her hair was held in a satin bonnet, she stood with her hands on her hips as she looked at the mess she made.
I knew I was going to marry her because I just found myself wondering how in the fuck am I going to protect her without killing someone my damn self. Walking around having no idea just being what she is, who she is with little to no memory of what she can do…will be a problem. I guess if you only had a year to figure out you belonged to a murderous family, you too might try and protect your sanity by refusing to accept reality as actuality.
“So I figured out what the plan is, but I have to get the girls on board,” she said as she poked her lip out. The clothes weren’t folded neatly. Stacks of new panties, socks, and bras were thrown everywhere with broken plastic hangers and TJ Maxx bags everywhere. She had makeup sprawled on the chair and heels for days she had to attend events with the sorority. Maggie wasn’t the type of woman to argue or confront an issue head on. She’d sit on it and suppress it, joke it off, maybe even be passive aggressive about it. She never liked to argue but she wasn’t typically a mess like this either. Which meant her emotions were showing in other ways and fighting to be let out. It was usually in the form of disorganization like this before she ultimately snapped. “Are you listening?”
“Yeah,” I said, scratching at my growing beard with a wary expression. We were going to have a big argument sooner or later. I knew it was coming just based on how she’s acting now. Instinctively, I studied patterns along with everything else about her and this is usually what it looks like because we go at it. “What happened with Clementine? Were you able to meet with the girl?”
She rolled her eyes before telling me about a woman named Danielle Jackson.
“Okay, drop dead gorgeous. A little weirded out by all of it, but I don’t blame her. I don’t know how I convinced her to come to the school. Turns out she’s engaged! Can you believe it? Engaged. So she gets to the school…we don’t really know why they want her or what for…the letter didn’t say much and…”
I just watched her talk moving her hands around as she occasionally picked up a t-shirt or some rolled up pair of socks to toss in another pointless pile. Yeah, an argument was brewing, a big one.
“So there’s that but back to my mom. Like I said, she has to be getting questions about where I am or what’s going on from people that know her, right? I figured I’d go to her job–––”
“Maggie,” I groaned.
“Hear me out,” she said with her hand out. “Just hear me out. I went to her job and nobody recognized me, can you believe that?! Granted she hasn’t been at this job long but still. It’s weird.”
“When did you do this?”
“Some months back,” she waved off. “Anyway. Nobody knew who I was…They had no idea about me. Do you think the spell got to them too?”
I released a heavy sigh.
“See?” She pointed. “I knew you wouldn’t approve but I just…I can’t keep sitting around waiting for something to happen. Bellamy has not responded to my messages or calls so I gave up on him. My girls will be on board with me regardless. I mean, look at all the mess we went through last year? In a single year, murders back-to-back, underground labs with people being shotup in hopes of turning into deranged vampires when they really just turned into zombies. The literal walking dead.”
I stared at mine while she spoke out loud, mostly to herself as I propped my elbow on the table. I can’t believe I fell hard for this damn woman. Just watching as she went on and on with that one sock on that I think is mine, underwear up one butt cheek as she scratched at her hip and comfortably stared at a pile of clothes that I knew she wasn’t going to fold neatly into the suitcase.
“I’m going to find out what I can about these blood contracts and break the spell myself. Do you know what type of questions I have for this damn lady, like first of all? Did you know you gave birth to a whole vampire baby? A cute little gremlin with red eyes?”
Yes, because she’s one herself.
“And secondly!” She blurted out with her finger pointed into the air. “I just miss my mom…I know people think it's strange but she’s the coolest lady I know, and she would love you,” turning to smile at me.
“You always tell me that,” I said with a sigh. I wasn’t sure how I was going to break this to her, but after today I can’t risk her being hurt or worse. “Maggie?”
“Hmmm?”
“Do you know what’s going on right now with Dr. Holmes?” I asked.
“I heard he was taken in but what does that have to do with me? He’s a pure monster and probably should be locked up. If not for his shit, definitely for Wilhelmina and if not for her, just for being a deadbeat dad to my mother.”
“Imagine how many other people hate this man and are looking at him to blame for what happened the day of my brother’s funeral.”
Her eyes lowered and her mouth twisted to the side.
“I still have little to no memory of that day,” she said with a low voice. “I remember how my body felt when I woke up. I don’t remember exactly what happened or how I did what I did…I just…”
“Did it,” I said. We all saw it. We were all questioned but it was obvious they wanted to put the blame on The First Family. Had I not met Maggie, I too would be championing the downfall of them. Deaths including from my own family are because of them.
“But see!” Maggie suddenly exclaimed as she walked over to me. “This is why I really need to talk to my mother. I just feel like…she can answer so many questions that I can’t…Her and my grandma, and my dad! My grandma has been telling me all along and I’m living it. I’m actually living the stories she would tell me, but I would remember my mom just brushing it off. Now you’re telling me I have a brother who was born with blood red eyes that my mother unknowingly gave up? I was born with white hair and nobody questioned a thing? We just went on with our lives like it was normal? No wonder her and my dad never lasted.”
That was another hard truth she was bound to find out. Her father was not really her father, but a familiar belonging to a witch family sent to watch her grandmother.
