Post by StoryGirl83 on Sept 21, 2013 22:56:17 GMT -5
Chapter Nine - The Family Name
Victor did not take Sam’s little adventure very well. The news that Sam believed his son-in-law might be trapped in the Manor, he took even less well. “If that’s really Leo, then what is keeping him in there? Why doesn’t he come out?”
“I imagine that it’s the woman with the fire power,” Sam retorted. “She and the dark haired woman seemed to be in some sort of argument and I got the idea that the dark haired woman was protecting the man . . . what did you say his name was?”
“Leo,” Wyatt volunteered. “Dad’s name is Leo Wyatt.”
Sam blinked at the use of Wyatt’s name as a last name. “Wait. I don’t get it.” He looked at Victor. “Your name is Bennett. Your son-in-law is named Wyatt. Where does Halliwell come from?”
“From their mother,” Victor informed him. “Penny insisted that Patty keep her maiden name when she married me and then Penny insisted that Piper do the same when she married Leo.”
“And Penny is?”
“My mother-in-law,” Victor replied with a scowl. “She died in ’98, but she’s still interfering in my life and the boys’ lives.”
“Are you saying that a ghost has been haunting you?” Sam asked concerned.
Victor shook his head, seemingly amused. “Penny’s far too busy with her afterlife to haunt anyone. No, the boys sometimes summon her or their grandmother, my ex-wife.”
Sam stared at him confused. “They . . summon ghosts?” The concept was completely foreign to him. He banished ghosts. He kept them away from people. He didn’t summon them. “But . . . why?”
“For some reason they seem to like Penny,” Victor replied. “Patty I can understand, I married her after all, but Penny. She never had much use for men.” Victor sighed and walked over to the couch and sat down. “I suppose she deals well enough with the boys though.”
Sam just shook his head. “I have never heard of someone wanting to summon a ghost.”
“You said your brother is dead,” Victor said in reply. “If you could summon him, would you?”
“I’d bring him back,” Sam insisted.
“And if that wasn’t possible?”
Sam was silent for several seconds. “I can see your point.” He walked over to the wall of pictures and looked at the happy faces. Dean was all he had. These people had each other, or that had for years and years. What had become of them, he was no longer sure, even though he had been told by many people that most of them had died.
“They’ve never been able to summon my oldest daughter,” Victor commented.
Sam turned around to look at him. “Your oldest daughter? She died before the others?”
Victor nodded. “It’s been eleven years since we buried Prue.”
“Before Wyatt was born then.”
Victor nodded, again. “Prue was killed by a demon called Shax. Wyatt wasn’t born until almost two years later. His mother, Piper, was my middle daughter.”
“Your middle daughter?” Sam looked at him. “But . . .” He looked at the pictures on the wall. Four different woman looked at him from two different pictures. Two women were in both pictures, but there were no pictures of all four.
“Paige wasn’t mine,” Victor admitted. “Not that it was important in the end. She was their sister and she was not her parents. She was Paige.”
Sam nodded. His mind turned to a boy named Adam. They’d never met, but he’d gotten a glimpse into Adam’s life thanks to the creature that had taken it over after killing him. He’d never met him, but Adam had been his brother, dead before he’d even reached twenty.
“You said you got a look at the two women,” commented startling them both. They had forgotten he and his brother were there. “Could one of them have been Mom?”
Sam looked at the woman in the picture with Leo Wyatt and shook his head. “No. The woman with the fire power had hair around that length, they both did, I believe, but the woman with the fire power had much lighter hair, maybe even a blondish brown. And she was the one who tried to kill me, I think, so probably the one that has been causing so much death over these past six years.”
“And the other woman?” Wyatt wanted to know.
“The color was probably right. It was darker at least, but not nearly as straight.” Sam sighed. “I never got a straight on look at her face, but I’m pretty sure she wasn’t your mother.” He pointed to one of the women in one of the pictures. “No, she looked more like her.”