I contained a laugh behind my hand. Leave it to Gabriel to be the one to make me laugh without even trying.
Gabriel pulled out his cellphone to let the others know we’d be stopping soon.
About ten minutes later, he pulled into a gas station and hopped out. The rest of us stayed seated. Even though we were squished together in the car, being vampires, we didn’t get stiff.
In no time we were on the road again. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. I took a few deep breaths and—
The vision started slowly, like a fuzzy picture on the TV slowly coming into focus.
Eventually it cleared and I could see the five members of the Originals standing in a circle, Isaiah—the only one in white, held Makenna in his arms.
“Is it true? Is she really Corrin?” One of the others asked him.
“It is true,” Isaiah spoke. “See,” he pointed to the mark on Makenna’s skin, “it is Corrin’s birthmark.”
They gasped, moving closer to the baby, gazing down at her in awe.
“I thought she was lost forever,” one with pitch-black hair reached for the baby but Isaiah didn’t relinquish her.
“I told you she would come back to us,” Isaiah smiled and his pointed teeth were menacing.
The vision began to fade and I came to with a start.
“Did you just have a vision?” Jonathon grinned.
I nodded.
“What did you see?” Gabriel asked. His eyes were trained on me, not wavering, but the car didn’t even swerve out of the lane.
“The-the Originals,” I stuttered, “with Makenna. They called her Corrin. That’s their sister’s name…Isaiah said that…the symbol on her arm is in the shape of a birthmark that Corrin had.”
“That’s good news for Makenna then. The longer they believe she’s Corrin, the better.”
“Ugh,” I groaned, “I feel like I’m getting a headache.”
“Vampires don’t get headaches,” Jonathon’s brow furrowed in confusion.
“It’s a seer thing,” Gabriel explained. Addressing me, he said, “You should expect to get a headache after every vision.”
“Oh, isn’t that lovely,” I rolled my eyes. “I’m immortal and I still can’t escape one of the most annoying things about being human.”
“Don’t be so dramatic,” Gabriel chuckled. “You’re such a drama queen.”
“That may be true,” Jonathon grinned, “but you’re my drama queen.” He kissed my forehead.
“Seriously though,” I massaged my temples, “this is beyond any human headache.” It felt like someone was repeatedly taking a sledgehammer to the back of my head. “How am I supposed to fight with this?” I bit my lip.
“It should go away within the hour,” Gabriel assured me.
I let out a sigh of relief. I didn’t want anything to distract me from destroying the Originals and getting my daughter back.
I closed my eyes again, hoping that would help the headache.
A while later, I heard Gabriel say, “Welcome to Romania.”
My eyes popped open.
We were here.