I can now safely say that my grandmother believed in magic and that she considered herself a witch. Did she have any real power? I do not know. But I like to think she did.That would explain where my power of telekinesis comes from.

I only realised I had this power after I had tasted Jonathan's blood. He once wrote: "It is my theory that my blood has woken whatever lay dormant within her." I now realise he might be right. And I will work harder to develop my power.

And I am really itching to try some of the spells in my grandmother's diary. Most of them seem harmless, but it would be interesting to see if they actually work.

This is going to be fun! *wicked grin*

I could smell it as soon as I walked into the house. His scent. The place reeked of it.  Lucas must have been staying there for weeks. In my parent’s house. My house.

I don’t know why I was so surprised. I should have expected that this would be the first place he would look for me. And when I was nowhere to be found, he just waited.

Most of my furniture was broken. All the stuff I had not brought with me when I moved in with Jonathan. Almost everything was ruined. This should have upset me, made me angry, but it did not. I do not need to remember my human life anymore. It does not matter.

Still, I collected the few things I could find that were whole; a few books, some of my mother’s jewelry and my parent’s wedding photo.

I sat down by the kitchen table earlier tonight, and looked through the books I had brought with me. I only found one of them interesting. A journal. At first I thought it had been my mother’s. The handwriting was very similar to hers. But when I saw the name that was written at the top corner of the first page, I realized it had belonged to my grandmother.

This book confused me. It was a mix of recipes and anecdotes. And it was as it if it was written to be read by someone else then just my grandmother. She kept using the word “You”. “You need to do this….You need to be aware of….This might happen to You”.

Another thing that surprised me was that the recipes seemed to be for potions and spells, rather than food.  I never got to know my grandmother very well, but the little I remember of her does not exactly scream Witch. This book did though.

The last words written in the book was: “For min datter. Må denne boken komme til nytte for deg.” Which means: ” For my daughter. May this book be of use to you.”  I suspect that my grandmother wrote this book for my mother. Why, I do not know.

I have not read the entire book yet, but I will. I am rather excited to learn more about my grandmother. My heritage.

To be continued…