CHAPTER THREE
And so she went on. Liz began to tell me about everything, every life altering detail. How all the legends were true. How we lived among supernatural creatures of all walks of life; werewolves, vampires, witches, the works. How my father was supposedly a man named Niklaus Mikaelson, the original Hybrid who struck fear in everyone. And how my mother was a hybrid too. Not an original, but a Hybrid nevertheless.
She talked so fast I wondered if she took a break to think. I on the other hand, sat there in the silence not sure of what came next. Lizzie talked about it all as if it was real. But it couldn't be. Before Lizzie walked through the door tonight, everything made sense. Now, it seemed like not knowing was not something …show more content…
“ One” I said.
“ Well Okay go ahead” she responded eagerly.
“ If my father is a hybrid, and so is my mother, but my grandmother is a witch, what am I?”
She stared at me with the blankest stare I’ve ever seen in my life. But then she went on to say, “ Welp,...”
“You’re kind of a wild card. I think you’re technically a witch once you learn how to practice and use your powers. And maybe you carry the Werewolf gene? We’re less sure about that one.”
“ Oh, okay.” For a minute after, it was complete radio silence. The tension and awkwardness was so thick, you could practically cut it half way through the middle.
“ What am I supposed to do now?” Suddenly I felt a wet on my arm. I didn’t realize that I had started to cry. I never once cried before. But right now, it felt like all those moments I held it together complied one over the other until I completely broke down.
Lizzie came over and sat next to me. She held me so tight, it felt like if she tried hard enough she could push all the broken parts of me back together. She held me and held me, and said “ I don’t know, you get to decide that
And so she went on. Liz began to tell me about everything, every life altering detail. How all the legends were true. How we lived among supernatural creatures of all walks of life; werewolves, vampires, witches, the works. How my father was supposedly a man named Niklaus Mikaelson, the original Hybrid who struck fear in everyone. And how my mother was a hybrid too. Not an original, but a Hybrid nevertheless.
She talked so fast I wondered if she took a break to think. I on the other hand, sat there in the silence not sure of what came next. Lizzie talked about it all as if it was real. But it couldn't be. Before Lizzie walked through the door tonight, everything made sense. Now, it seemed like not knowing was not something …show more content…
“ One” I said.
“ Well Okay go ahead” she responded eagerly.
“ If my father is a hybrid, and so is my mother, but my grandmother is a witch, what am I?”
She stared at me with the blankest stare I’ve ever seen in my life. But then she went on to say, “ Welp,...”
“You’re kind of a wild card. I think you’re technically a witch once you learn how to practice and use your powers. And maybe you carry the Werewolf gene? We’re less sure about that one.”
“ Oh, okay.” For a minute after, it was complete radio silence. The tension and awkwardness was so thick, you could practically cut it half way through the middle.
“ What am I supposed to do now?” Suddenly I felt a wet on my arm. I didn’t realize that I had started to cry. I never once cried before. But right now, it felt like all those moments I held it together complied one over the other until I completely broke down.
Lizzie came over and sat next to me. She held me so tight, it felt like if she tried hard enough she could push all the broken parts of me back together. She held me and held me, and said “ I don’t know, you get to decide that