
Chapter 12
I woke up with a start, gasping and breathing heavily.
"Jillian"
I jumped, whirling around on the ground. Wait. Ground?
"Don't be scared" the voice of a girl spoke calmly. "You're still with your friend. You're still asleep"
Friend? Oh, Caroline. I remember staying the night with her so she wouldn't feel alone.
"Who are you?" I asked looking around, rubbing my arms trying to get rid of the goosebumps on my arms.
"A friend" the brunette coming from behind the trees answered. I took a step back. "A friend who needs family's help"
"Family?" I repeated, confused.
The brunette nodded curly "That's right, Jillian. You and I are family. And I need you to help me and my sister"
"Who are you?" I repeated forcefully.
The girl sighed, "Amelia Bennett"
My breath hitched on my throat, speechless. "W-what?"
Amelia tilted her head aside, "You're not deaf, Jillian" she scolded lightly, seeming amused "You heard me perfectly. My sister Emily and I need your and Bonnie's help"
I shook my head "How are you here? You can't..."
Amelia chuckled, walking closer but keeping her eyes downcast "Then I am lucky you found your father's grimoire am I not?"
My eyebrows furrowed "I don't understand"
Amelia looked up smiling, her white teeth contrasting with her chocolate skin "You have to understand. Banshees are different from witches. They're more susceptible to spirits than a normal witch. But you're not a normal Banshee either, are you? You're also a witch. It got easier to communicate with you because of that. Specially when you have a talisman that allows you to communicate with us, spirits" she gestured at my neck, making me look down at my silver necklace. The one mom told me belonged to my father. My breathing picked up in alarm "Hey, child. Jillian, calm down. No need to worry. You're not getting every spirit to communicate with you. I could because we're blood. Don't fear"
"Don't fear? I'm talking to a dead person" I screeched hysterically, griping my hair. "This isn't real" I closed my eyes tightly, "Is not" I said before bolting out of there but stopping dead on my tracks when Amelia appeared in front of me.
She looked calm, as if she wasn't freaking me out "You gotta help us. This is where it started...." She pointed at the structure behind us. Jingling bells began echoing around me making me whimper in fear "And this is where it has to end"
"No.." I snapped, glaring at Amelia "Find yourself someone else to torment!"
Lighting flashed in the sky, suddenly becoming darker.
Amelia snapped her head to the sky "Help us or you won't wake up"
I glared harsher, thunder blaring loudly.
Amelia looked back at me, calmly.
~8~
I woke up with a start, gasping a scream.
My breathing was uneven as I looked around seeing I was still at Caroline's room and it was still night.
I placed a shaky hand on my forehead, tucking my knees to my chest, placing my chin in-between my knees, breathing deeply steadying my racing heartbeat.
"There's no point, Jillian. I'm still here"
I screamed
~8~
"Jillian!"
I flinched, opening my eyes.
Caroline was hovering next to me, gripping my wrists and keeping me in place. Her green eyes were wide in worry and fear as she slowly loosened her grip on my hands
"Are you okay?" She asked slowly.
My eyes flickered around as if Amelia was going to jump out of nowhere and fright me again but thankfully, that didn't happen. I nodded slowly, "Yeah, I-I'm fine, Caroline" I said quietly.
Caroline licked her lips, leaning back and placing her hands on her lap. She was knelt next to me and that's when I realized I wasn't on the bed but on the floor.
"You were screaming very loudly. I couldn't make you stop. Neither mom could" She explained shakily. "She called Jenna. She's coming to pick you up"
I raised my eyes to the ceiling, not moving. "It was a nightmare. I'm sorry for worrying you"
"Worry me? Nah" Caroline waved a hand, smiling reassuringly "But I'm glad you're awake now. I can't stand seeing you screaming. It's creepy"
I rolled on my side, facing her and placing my head on my hand. "Thank you. For waking me up" I explained next at her confused expression.
"Ah, no problem" Caroline chuckled. The doorbell ringing made me flinch, thinking of the church remains Amelia showed me. "That's probably your mom" Caroline said without realizing my reaction at the doorbell.
I forced a smile, breathing out "Great"
~8~
"Talk to me, Jill" Mom said softly as she drove.
She picked me up from Caroline's and was now driving me home so I could get ready for school.
"It was a nightmare. That's it" I said shaking my head, putting my phone down.
I felt bad leaving Caroline alone after the night she had so I asked Matt to keep an eye on her and the good guy he was he accepted without hesitation. That's what I loved about Matt and what seemed to upset me the more for how Elena broke up with him.
"You haven't had a nightmare since you were 12 years old" Mom replied, pulling me out of my thoughts. "This was more than that, wasn't it?"
I didn't answer, looking to the window.
Mom sighed. "Yeah, I figured. If you don't want to talk about it, I'm not gonna force you to but I'm here if your want to talk. I'm your mother and I'm here for you. Always, okay?"
My eyes glimmered with tears but didn't turn to face her. I wanted to tell her, I really did but she wouldn't understand. As far as I know, mom wasn't a witch nor a Banshee like me. She wouldn't know what to do to help me.
"Can I just stay home?" I asked blinking to get rid of the unwanted tears, turning to face mom
She looked worried but nodded "If that's what's gonna make you feel better then yes"
I nodded grateful, looking away.
~8~
I looked up at the house in front of me and took a deep breath, walking closer to the front door
I had waited for mom to leave again before I left the house, heading right here as I wanted answers and there was one person who could have the ones I needed
I knocked on the door, waiting patiently until the door was opened.
"Jillian" Bonnie's grandmother greeted warmly. "Aren't you supposed to be at school?"
"I need to talk with you first" I said wriggling my fingers together nervously "About someone"
Grams' eyes lit up in recognition, stepping back and gesturing me to walk inside "Come in, sweetheart"
Again, the word come in sent a shiver down my back, frowning. I walked inside, watching Grams looked both ways before closing the door
~8~
"What is it?"
I nursed the cup of tea she gave me as she sat down in front of me "Say, do by any chance the name Amelia Bennett rings any bell to you?" I asked hesitantly.
Grams sucked in a breath, nodding slowly "Yes, it does. She's our ancestor Emily's sister. Why?"
I stared down at the tea startled "Oh, my God" I murmured. "She's real?" I stared down in shock. I could feel Grams' eyes on me, expectantly "She came to me last night" I explained, playing with my necklace.
"Makes sense" Grams said slowly. I looked up at her "Sometimes spirits communicate with people in their families to keep them safe"
I frowned in confusion "Amelia told me I needed to help her. Because she needed the help of her family"
"Help her with what, Jillian?"
I didn't answer. "But I don't understand. How can I help her? I'm not part of her family, am I? She's a Bennett. I'm a Sommers"
Grams sighed softly, standing up. I followed her with my eyes as she walked to a shelf. She pulled out a book, walking back to her chair and sitting down "Jillian. Think about it. Clear your mind. Banshees don't communicate with spirits, not consciously. Jenna isn't a witch and if she were a Banshee, you would know. She would know what you're going through. So, that leaves one side..." Grams explained patiently, looking gentle as she lightly pushed the book to me
I stared right ahead, thinking. No one on mom's side seemed to be on the supernatural that I knew of it and Grams was right. If mom understood this, then she would have guided me, right?
Then that left...."My father?" I breathed in realization, widening my eyes. "My Sperm donor?!"
Grams flashed me a scolding look. I winced apologetically "Yes, your father. Or his family. If not him then the family he was born to" I tilted my head aside curiously, still shocked about it. First, my father abandons my mom when she was pregnant and then I find out he's the guilty of my freakiness. Awesome "The Banshee Gene only goes to women. There hasn't been any record of a male Banshee forever. But, it's possible your father himself was a warlock"
I leaned back "Awesome" I deadpanned
Grams looked at me sympathetically "I know that's no what you want to hear, dear. But you came for answers"
I halted, raising my head up. "Wait..." I leaned forward, seeing her knowing smile "That means... If Amelia was Emily's sister. And Emily's your and Bonnie's ancestor, then that means...We-We-"
"Are family" Grams said softly. I bit on my nails, shocked "That's right. You and Bonnie are like distant cousins. You're family, Jillian" she said, grabbing my hand, smiling slightly "We are family"
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