Olivia:
The following morning I woke up, practiced a little kick boxing, throwing my all into it, thinking of the two boys I'd fought at the Gallery. What I understood about fighting was that when you came across someone who could inflict pain on you, it meant two things; One, you weren't as good as you thought and two, you needed to brush up on your game.
I had never been pushed to my limit like that and I'd fought several people in my lifetime. Back in Wisconsin, I was a junior champion in my league with Kick boxing and Stick licking. With what it took my mother a seven whole years to master, it took me three, so by the age of nine, I had beaten every kid in my age division nationally.
In my opinion, they weren't that great to begin with, so that wasn't a challenge there. What I accelled in was Ju Jujitsu.
As my mind went to the deliberate kick in the knee I'd received from one of the boys yesterday, I did a round house kick, hearing the rip in the bag as my foot collided with its side.
I balled my fist and slammed it into the front end of the bag, pushing the mounted sand bag toward the back of the attic. As it came back toward me, my left fist met up with it's swing and I watched as it busted open, sending an awful pain through my hand, up my wrist and to my arm.
As I pulled my hand back toward my face, I smiled as the sand bag bounced to the ground, toppling from the anchor that held it to the attic ceiling. The little piece that had held it onto the anchor had ripped.
Going over to the small fridge that held a stock of water, I went in, twisted the cap off and downed the bottle.
Not long after I'd opened it, I heard a voice yell, "Stefan, Olivia broke the punching bag...again!! I listened as he stormed downstairs in frustration. I finished the water in my bottle, threw it into the trash and then made my way toward the main area of the house.
When I reached the living-room, Stefan was telling Tavis, he needed to child out because there was another bag in the garage. "I don't want to be the one to drag that bag in the house and all the way up to the attic." He stated.
"Alright, I'll do it, but first..." He paused and glanced up at me, "I'd like to speak with you in my office." He stated, his Grey eyes probing mine. "Ok." I shrugged, "Where's ma."
"Sleeping." He stated. I furrowed my brow, "Why aren't you downstairs with her?"
"I needed to speak with you and it's important."
I rolled my eyes, irritated, When ever Stefan usually said he wanted to speak to me, it usually meant he was going to give me a stupid lecture about what...I wasn't sure.
He probably was going to talk about the other day and what happened. "I can explain that. I know I wasn't supposed to sneak out of the house, but I was curious as to what the ware house really was..."
"And you had to go right?" He inquired, his tone holding no hostility or anger.
I closed my eyes, "I know, y'all forbid me or Tavis..."
"I'm not mad at you Olivia. I get it, just come on so we can talk in my office. I'd rather discuss this in private." He stated.
"Non est mecum?" Tavis questioned him.
"Non." Stefan answered back.
Although I wasn't an expert in Latin, I understood no and what ever Stefan spoke to him, it was no to his question. As Stefan stood and beckoned me to follow him, I let him lead to the drawing room.
Once there, he sat down at a large oak desk, which had a computer, all in one printer and little nick nacks used to lend decor to the old piece of furniture.
I felt as if I was being brought to the principal's desk as he sat down in his usual spot, turned on the computer and I sat down at one of two empty chairs in front of him. My gaze drifted to the expansive library and liquor cabinet beneath a shelf of books. "You know, I've never seen you drink anything in that cabinet, yet you have so much alcohol."
He responded without looking away from what he was doing, "It's because I don't drink in front of children and most of what's there is for guests whom I entertain." I glanced over at him, not understanding why I felt so odd. I knew he wouldn't hurt me, yet this little meeting had me on edge. "I spoke with your father yesterday."
He stated.
I narrowed my brows, "Did you?"
"Yes."
"I'd love to hear what he had to say." I stated,
already convinced he was lying.
"He asked for you to join him at the Gallery."
"Mm, hmm."
"He'll be here at noon to pick you up. I'm expecting you to have some of your clothing packed and your pick of weapons." He stated.
I folded my arms across my chest. This was a hoax right? He and mom wanted to get back at me for leaving without permission.
"He'll be granted temporary custody through the training years however, during the summer months you are to come back to your mother and I."
I shrugged, Ok, if they wanted to play this little charade, I'd play. "Really...And I suppose mom approved?"
"She told me which ever decision I made, she would stand behind on."
"Eager to get rid of me that quick huh?"
"Just your mouth." He stated, his tone clipped. I was not surprised by what he spoke. In all the years that I'd known him, he'd been one to not bite his tongue on what he thought of an individual.
As this thought crossed my mind, I pondered what it was he was telling me. If there was one thing I knew about Stefan, it was that he wouldn't lie nor would he play games, if he had something to say, he'd just say it. He was that transparent. As my brows furrowed, I remembers Denver telling me that my father was in Bolivia and if so, how could he possibly be here?
"The young man lied to you, Olivia."
Stefan intruded on my thoughts. My eyes met him irritated, "Don't do that please, I hate it."
He smiled, "I bet you do." I let his comment slide and turned my attention back to him, "Ok, so when is he getting here?"
"Noon."
"Seeya." I stated, turning away, going to the door. As I reached for the knob, he spoke, "Olivia, before you leave, talk to your mom."
"Ok."
"I don't mean as you're leaving but at least an hour and a half before. She needs to see you before you go."
I glanced down at my watch. It was six in the morning. "As soon as I'm done packing, I'll go see her."
"Thank you." He stated. I opened the door, realizing that maybe Stefan wasn't so bad after all. I could feel
the ecstasy leap up within me, over joyed at my new beginning.
~~
Odilia flipped her hair over her shoulder, starring up at the ceiling in her bedroom. She couldn't explain the forlornness she felt at the thought of Olivia going, she understood that she had to go, but what she couldn't fathom was the idea that Oden could reach Olivia in a way that she couldn't.
She already had a hard time getting the girl to accept that she was a vampire, but if she went with the hunters, she would choose them over her own mother who'd been with her since conception.
Although Olivia was pushing her away at this moment, Odilia could feel in her heart that this stage would pass. At least it would have before Oden stepped into the picture.
Odilia had refrain from speaking anything about her father, because of the simple fact that he'd left when Olivia was three, and she had no memory of him. That and she wanted her to accept Stefan.
