In The Dark Of The Night

When Anastacia moves to the city of London to rid herself of adult responsibilities and experience the nightlife, she meets Louis, a dark handsome man that owns the night club down the road. But when she's eerily drawn to him and starts to lose valuable memories she questions who he really is...

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13. Back To Georgia...

"Now which house does your grandmother live in?" Louis asked again, looking down at the GPS then back out the window, scanning the house numbers.  "It's...umm.  THIS ONE! IT'S THIS ONE! STOP!" Ana yelled, pointing to the light yellow house, a small white porch wrapping around the front.  Louis pulled in the driveway and stopped the engine, taking a deep breath, "Are you sure she hasn't found out about....the incident?" he asked cautiously.  "Louis I'm sure.  My mom and my grandmother haven't talk to each other in years.  I am positive she doesn't know anything about your true self," she assured, rubbing his cheek.  Louis sighed and nodded, kissing her nose as he opened up the car door and stepped out.  Ana did the same and walking up the cobblestone walkway and up the porch steps.  She knocked lightly on the door and waited patiently for her grandmother, Cecilia, CiCi for short.  There in the doorway stood the small old lady Ana remembered, her white hair swooped into an elegant bun and her shawl wrapped tightly around her shoulders.  "Anastacia, oh hunny how I missed you.  Come in, come in!" she smiled, ushering her granddaughter and Louis inside the old house.  "I have to admit I'm not surprised that you showed up, I had a dream a few days ago that my favorite granddaughter would pay me a visit...although the dream ended differently than I hoped," she smiled, turning to Louis and frowning slightly.  "Don't think I don't know about you boy," she growled, pointing a stern finger at him and sitting down in her chair, leaning her cane on the arm.  "Um Gram?  What do you mean?" Anastacia asked, her heart racing.  "You know damn well what I meant.  Just because you're mother thought I was crazy, doesn't mean I was never right.  My dreams give me hints and I know that you're not human....am I right?  Mr. Tomlinson?" she asked, a small smile appearing on her wrinkly face.  Louis' eyes glistened, intrigued than scared as he nodded, "You are correct," he admitted.  "Damn right I am...I don't take to kindly to liars Mr. Tomlinson but I appreciate you telling me.  But if Ana is able to bring you here with confidence, then I know you must be alright," she smiled, leaning back.  "So Ana what is it you wanted?" she asked, turning her attention to her granddaughter.  Anastacia breathed in, not really sure how to explain the past few weeks to her grandmother.  "Well...ever since Louis saved me I've been having these dreams and they are becoming worse.." she started.  CiCi laughed, banging her cane on the hardwood flooring, "You've seen Violet haven't you?" she smiled.  Ana's eyes widened, "You mean..you know who she is?" she asked, edging forward.  CiCi laughed again as she turned to her end table, cluttered with books and drawings.  There she pulled out a book, "This is the book my mother gave me and the book her mother gave her.  It's been passed down.  It's Violet's diary.   This is what my mother gave me when I started to have dreams, visions, and the occasional fit of magic.  I guess since you're mother tends to ignore her history, a shame really, I can now pass it to you," she smiled, handing her the leather bound book to Ana gently.  Ana skimmed through the pages, the neat cursive writing making her stomach twist and turn, "But what does this mean.  The dreams I mean?" she asked, looking up at CiCi.  "It means my darling that you are a witch..." she smiled, leaning back in her chair and grinning. 

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