listening. I turned the knob and heard the soft click . I had to shove
the door ever so slightly to get it to move.
The light that assaulted my
eyes was blinding. The noise was like being within a tropical rain
forest. The air was warm and moist. Where
the hell am I? I felt completely
lost. Am I even in England anymore? I stepped into the room and felt completely
unprotected. All of my senses were overwhelmed, which left me
unarmed. My fangs slid into place- a natural defense
mechanism.
Relax, Child. A female voice floated into my head.
My body tensed from the sudden invasion of
my mind. My internal block went up, I even tried to add booby traps
to my thoughts. “ Please speak aloud to me, if you value your
thoughts.” I spoke out to the room.
Child, you can't harm me.
Now please walk forward. The voice wasn't
familiar, but it was. She sounded humored by my ineffective attack
on her mind.
I stepped into the bright colors and
overpowering sensations.
Do not fear. You are safe
here. Take the path to the center. You'll find me there. Her voice left my mind completely. It felt like a
sudden void.
I stumbled into the vibrant greens, and
sunburst colors of this man created world. I found a dirt packed
path and strolled through my worst nightmare because I felt so
blind. I focused my thoughts on the soil beneath my feet and tried
to stretch my sensitive hearing around me like a protective
cloak.
The ground was a light brown with very few
rocks in it, but was lined by larger stones. The colors were easily
trumped by the luminous greens and bring colored flora and fauna. I
wished I could just sink into the path.
When my foot hit the first stone step, it
was startling. It was a softly worn, beige stone. I looked up and
found a slightly raised house. It was little more than a large hut.
It was the same beige color as the smoothed stone steps that led up
to it. It all looked plain amongst so much natural beauty.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I
could smell incense in the air- nag champa, a mixture of sandalwood
and the extract from the tree of heaven.
Merry Meet. I sent the mental greeting out.
Merry Met, Emma. I knew the voice now- Bettina. Come.
I jumped up the steps and
landed silently outside the doorway. How
did you mask your inner voice so well?
A simple trick you'll learn
soon enough. I noticed you sensed part of me within you mind. If
you hadn't tried to focus your abilities for possible threats, I
believe you would've seen it easily- which is an attribute to your
abilities. Also your mental block is most impressive. And your
first attempt at a mental attack was fair especially without any
training in the topic. She stepped into
the light of the doorway and she looked like a Grecian goddess in a
white gauzy looking dress that appeared fluid around
her.
“How did... Where are we?”
I decided the most important topic would be to discover where I
was.
We are in a part of my
house that has more magic about it than anywhere else. Yes, we're
still in my home. And in England. But this is a private place where
no one comes, and I've not come since I had the vision of the
prophecy that haunts your every step. This place will lend answers
to your questions. And give sight to your blindnesses. I felt it to
be the best place for you to learn some things about yourself and
your gift. Betty smiled and gestured me to
come into the hut.
“Betty, I just don't
understand it. The new vision. The prophecy. My gift . Why me?” I suddenly felt
like a child looking for the answers to the universe from a
teacher.
Your new vision is just
your gift allowing you to know what can be changed if you learn to
understand your gift. The prophecy isn't set in stone. No future
is. Your gift is one of the greatest that a vampire can have. Your
gift is a mental one, you're a seer and so much more than that. I
was the last vampire to be born with such an amazing ability. I
believe that you've been given this gift to be able to handle