[Blood Diary Entry]
Once Mother and I stopped our playful bickering, we both looked back at a very amused Rebekah. I decided to ask a last question that stayed on my mind during a good part of the conversation.
"What about your brothers?"
"What about them?"
"Well, you know… will they cause any problems?" She gave me an odd look, and I sighed and tried to explain it better. "They are kind of known to be problematic, you know?"
She giggled and answered in amusement. "Didn't know we were so famous. I get that Niklaus is famous and all that, but what about Elijah the 'honorable one'?"
I shook my head softly. "He is the one I most worry about, though. They say he is honorable because he keeps his word, but he is more dangerous because of that." I looked up to the ceiling, almost lost in my own thoughts. "He speaks in half-truths—which are more dangerous than lies by the by—he behaves like an evil genie, sometimes he can be even more unpredictable than your other psychotic brothers. Speaking of, how are the rest? Did they also awake from their beauty sleep?"
Her eyes dimmed for a second. "I get that…" Then she looked at me with a wary yet curious gaze. "But you know a lot about us, don't you? And judging by Isolde's look, you know more than you're supposed to. Sigh. But no, you don't need to worry about my brothers. As far as I am aware, only I awoke, and I don't know where Elijah is, but Nik promised to keep away."
"He promised to keep away. What if he sends someone else?"
"You are one wary kid, you know that?" I shrugged my shoulders. "He wouldn't do that, he doesn't really trust others that much, not even since…" She paused, and though I knew what she was speaking of, I decided to keep it to myself. "And if he did send someone, I'll deal with it, no need to worry about it."
"Fine, let me help Mom pack things up, and we'll get this show on the road, shall we?"
"Nuh uh, mister, I already finished most of what I need; all that is left are some clothes, and you are not going to be helping with that." Rebekah gave her a knowing look and laughed. I just decided to close my eyes for a while and rest while I could, though I felt Rebekah's gaze on me, and not once did it leave me.
After some twenty or thirty minutes, Mother came out of her room with a backpack and two suitcases. My single suitcase was already by the door, so I didn't need to go to my room to pick it up.
I got up, and the three of us left the apartment. Mother left the keys and the rent for this month in our mailbox.
And just like that, an entire chapter of my life closed.
My previous innocent child self seemingly snuffed out in the alley where Mother and I got ambushed. Even though I feel like myself, and know deeply that every thought and every action I make are solely mine… There isn't much that can keep a kid to remain childish when knowledge from two past lives is stuffed inside them. In exchange for knowledge and wisdom, I sacrificed my innocence. But there is still time to save my 'humanity', and I feel like the solution was dropped into my lap in the form of a certain blonde vampire—but if that's enough remains to be seen.
Walking out of the building, we were greeted by the sight of a black Toyota 4Runner, released a few months ago, a fancy and reliable cruiser if I've ever seen one, and it's got that simplistic look most cars in 2000 have.
"Whistle, you're mighty fancy, eh?" I looked at Rebekah, a teasing smirk finding its way onto my face, her eyes narrowed in response. "But can you even drive it? Cars have changed a whole lot since the 1920's you know, granny?"
"One more joke about my age, Darian and I swear…"
Mother slapped the back of my head.
"Don't joke or talk about a woman's age, or should we have a friendly chat?" Though Mother's eyes still looked kind as ever, I knew very well the horror that they promised me, and my back was soon drenched in cold sweat. I made a zipping gesture on my mouth and raised my hands in surrender.
"Yeah, you tell this rude brat!" Rebekah bursts into giggles.
"Don't call my son a 'rude brat'!" Rebekah was the next victim of my mother's kind death stare, and she, too, chose to wisely surrender.
"Answering your previous question, kid," a vein popped on my forehead, more and more I was beginning to detest how she called me a kid, "how do you think I got here in the first place?"
"Magic bullshit," I answered in complete honesty, though my mother did slap me again and told me not to cuss.
Rebekah deadpanned. "Vampires don't have magic."
I shrugged. "Sounds like a you problem to me."
Her eyes widened. "Wait… do you have magic?" Even my mother looked at me curiously, but I chose to just smile at them and not say anything else—though that could be more telling than any answer could ever be.
Rebekah clicked her tongue and got to the back of the car, using her keys to open the trunk, which unsurprisingly was almost completely filled with designer brand suitcases that, in turn, were probably filled with an unhealthy and ungodly amount of clothes and other such items.
In a very smart move on my part, I just quietly store my stuff and go rest in the backseats.
After a very tense match of Tetris, using suitcases as pieces, they finally managed to arrive at an agreeable result, and they too got into the car.
"Nice, where to now, oh mighty indomitable blonde? I heard the airport in Vancouver is kinda nice… though there is also Vegas." I asked, and Rebekah just scoffed before answering me. Mother just gave me a glare when I mentioned Vegas, as it is not a very child-friendly environment.
"We are going to New York, from there we will catch a ferry to St. John in Newfoundland, there we will take another one and dock in Reykjavik in Iceland, afterwards we will board another ferry to go to Tórshavn on the Faroe Islands, and after one more ferry, Bergen in Norway, where my property is close by."
"That's a mouthful." I playfully joked.
She smiled. "Indeed, it is. But it should also make for a good waking trip for me, and a world tour for you."
"Any stops between here and New York?"
"We will stop in somewhere between Montana and South Dakota, then we'll go to… Chicago," her hands gripped the steering wheel tighter, "afterwards, Pennsylvania, and from there, New York City."
She didn't say anything more, as the mood got somewhat somber, and she just turned the car on and got to driving.
We had a long journey ahead of us.