Flashback 6 - New father or trainer?

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New Orleans, Louisiana, 1933

A few days after I discovered a new power, Carlisle, Rosalie and Edward returned from their hunt. It was a Saturday morning, and I was woken up, but surprisingly when I saw who woke me up, it wasn't Rose or Esme, it was Carlisle.

"Good morning, Princess. I need to talk with you. We can do it after you have your breakfast." Carlisle said. "I'll wait you downstairs."

Then he left my room. I was very apprehensive about what he wanted to talk to me about. I was expecting it to be about what had happened to me while he was hunting, that Esme had told him. I wanted it to be anything but that.

I got out of bed and quickly put an outfit that had already been separated for me on the chair in the dressing table. I brushed my teeth and washed my face, and then went downstairs.

"Good morning, Sis. I missed you!" Rosalie, unexpectedly happy said, hugging me.

"Good morning, Vi." Edward said.

"Good morning, Darling!" Esme spoke. "Your breakfast's ready."

I sat down and started eating my breakfast at the kitchen table. Meanwhile Rosalie, Edward, Esme and Carlisle had gathered around me. It was getting more and more awkward.

"Violet, as I said before, we wanted to talk with you about something." Carlisle started telling me. I avoided his gaze and pretended to pay attention to the food. "Esme told me today something happened with you during our trip."

Before anything else, I interrupted him, redder than ever.

"I don't think you need to talk with me about it right now, dad. In front of everyone. I guess we could wait another time..."

Esme soon understood what I was trying to say.

"Vi, we weren't talking about that, it's about something else."

Rosalie and Edward exchanged confused glances. Carlisle probably already knew.

"What is it, then?" I asked.

"Esme told me that when you were reading a book you accidentally froze it. I must congratulate you for gaining another gift, but we've discussed before you wake up and we think you need to control your powers. You've told us that depending on what you are feeling you may use some powers, whether you like it or not." Carlisle spoke.

"Edward had already taken all my mother's grimoires, but none of them say anything about how exactly I'm suppose to control my powers. I guess I just have to control my emotions..." I said. "And no one here is a witch so I don't think you can help me control it."

"We don't need to be of the same species to help you. When I couldn't really control reading people's minds was Carlisle who helped me, even though he's not a telepath." Edward told me.

"But didn't you say sometimes you can't stop reading people's minds even if you don't want to?" I asked.

"Yes, that is true. But without Carlisle's help my head would have exploded with so many thoughts from other people."

"We are not saying we can make you fully control your powers. But we will help to decrease the chances of you using it in front of humans." Carlisle said.

"How are we going to do that?" I asked.

"I am willing to help. I feel that besides not being your biological father, as a dad, I spend most of my time at work rather than here. Our 'classes' will be at weekends, so I'll always be at home. We have to influence your emotions and somehow you'll channel them into something other than your powers."

"I think that's a good idea." I told Carlisle.

"Great. Would you mind lending me your grimoires so I can take a look?" Carlisle asked me.

"I don't. There's just one problem."

"What would that be?"

"The grimoires are not in English."

"What language are they in?" Edward asked curiously. "I know a few languages, maybe I can read them."

"Do you know Old Norse?" I asked.

"Mom's grimoires are all in Old Norse? How can you read them?" Rosalie asked. I got a little teary noticing Rose still refered to my biological mother as her mom.

"Yes, all of them are written in Old Norse. And from what I've read, all spells are recited in Latin."

"Violet, how can you read them?" Carlisle asked me. "Did your mother teach you Old Norse and Latin?"

"No. She never tought me any other language. It's just when I read her grimoires, it's like the letters and the words are written in English. It's like all of it is written in English."

"Carlisle, how can we read them?" Edward asked.

"Violet, in your free time, could you do me a favor?" Carlisle asked me.

"Do you want me to translate them all? Isn't it easier if I read the most important parts to you?"

"Yes. That way you won't waste your time translating it. Would you mind starting our training by reading the grimoires or practicing?"

"Practicing."

So we went to the backyard of the house where there wouldn't have many fragile and breakable things to destroy.

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