The Movie, Part 2 is the ninetieth chapter of Zak Saturday's Immortal Love Life. It was first published on March 30, 2016.
Well, Jasmine and I got the parts as the widowed mother and the oldest daughter, but Zak got the part of the dead father that will be a short flashback scene of how he and the son died. Deadly car accident with only us girls surviving.
Now, we were going to meet the actors playing my other daughter and the FBI agent that protects me and us at the place where we will be shooting the movie, which was in California, of course. They were actually a father and his daughter.
“Sarah, meet Tristan McLean,” Eric Coplar introduced us. “Tristan, meet Sarah Hollinger, her daughter, Jasmine, and Jasmine’s father, Zak Saturday.”
“Also known as my fiancée,” I added.
“He’s always like that,” Tristan said.
“How do you know?” Zak asked.
“Zak, this probably isn’t the first movie he’s ever done before, and maybe he’s even worked with that guy before too. Am I right?”
Tristan smiled at me with perfect white teeth. “One hundred percent.”
He had black hair, brown eyes that had a twinkle in them when he smiled, and a dimpled chin. From a woman’s perspective, he was quite handsome and young. I’d say early to mid-twenties.
“Well, it’s nice to meet you,” I said, holding out my hand to him.
He shook it. “You too.”
“Umm, I was told that you had a daughter that would be playing one of my daughters.”
“Uh, yes, I do.” He looked behind himself.
When I looked down, I noticed a little girl standing behind him, holding his leg. She disappeared behind him when she noticed that I had spotted her.
“She’s quite shy.”
“I can see that,” I said. “My daughter, on the other hand, is quite the opposite.”
“Daddy, put me down,” she said.
Zak did what she said and put her down on the ground. She walked up to the shy girl, still hiding behind her daddy’s legs.
“Hi,” Jasmine said to her.
“Hi,” she replied in a small voice.
“Are you going to be my sister?”
“I think so.”
“Cool. I’ve always wanted a sister.”
“Come on out. You don’t have to be scared. I’m not going to hurt you. I promise. I don’t hurt my sister.”
She held her hand out to the shy girl. She hesitated at first, but seamed to believe her and accepted the offer of her hand and slowly walked out from behind her daddy, and we saw her full complexion.
She had chocolate brown hair and . . . brown eyes? Blue? It was hard to tell. They seemed to shift from color to color like a kaleidoscope. But that wasn’t the weird part. Sort of.
I felt a strong power surging from her, especially when she spoke. But I didn’t feel anything from her father at all. He was just a regular mortal. His daughter, on the other hand, was not. That was odd.
“What’s your name?” Jasmine asked the girl.
“Piper,” she replied.
“That’s a cool name. Mine is Jasmine. And this is my mommy and daddy.”
We waved to her. “Hi.”
“Piper, Sarah here is going to be playing your mother,” Tristan said.
She smiled. “Really?”
“Yes. For a little while.”
He smile faded, looking disappointed. “Oh.”
Seeing her look so sad made me sad. Jasmine too.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Uh, why don’t you two go play around the set for a while?” Tristan suggested. “We’ll be right here.”
“Ok. Come on, Piper.”
She grabbed her hand and they ran off.
“Stay in sight,” I called to her. “And don’t get in anybody’s way.”
“We won’t,” Jasmine said.
“Sure, she won’t,” Zak said.
“I know,” I agreed. Then I turned toward Tristan. “Does Piper have a mother? I mean, I know we all have one, but does she, like, see and/or talk to her? I know it’s not really my business, but—”
“No, it’s ok,” Tristan said. “You’re just worried. I get that. But, no. She doesn’t have her mother or anyone she wants to call her mom.”
“Umm, I don’t mean to pry, but what happened to her mother?”
“She disappeared. After Piper was born, she simply left. I never heard from her again.”
“Abandonment,” Zak said.
“Yes. I’ve been raising her alone ever since.”
“Aww,” I said. “That must be hard, being a single parent.”
“It is at times. Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to drop the subject.”
Who and/or what Piper’s mother was, I had a feeling Tristan didn’t know. I decided just to let the matter go.
Over the next few days, Jasmine and Piper were becoming close. They would play around the set and chase each other. They even read lines together with us, of course, every single scene they’re in, they’re in together. And whenever Piper was nervous, Jasmine comforted her. It was so cute.
I was doing Jasmine’s hair for the next scene and watching Piper a few feet away with a hair stylist.
Jasmine noticed. “Do you not like her, Mommy?”
“Oh, no, of course I do,” I said.
“But you’ve been looking at her weird, like you don’t like her.”
“I’ve noticed that too,” Zak said. “What is it?”
I pulled him a few feet away from Jasmine, though she could probably still hear us.
“Piper is not a hundred-percent human,” I said.
“What?” Zak asked. “What makes you say that?”
“I can feel a strong power coming from her. Especially when she talks. But I don’t feel anything from her dad. So whatever kind of power she has, I’d say she got it from her mom. And that’s probably why she left because she didn’t want anyone to know who or what she was.”
“Maybe. But I have powers that I didn’t get from either of my parents.”
“Because I’m pretty sure she didn’t get powers from a Kur stone like you did. It has to be from her mother, and I kind of doubt her father knows himself.”
“Ok. So who do you think her mother is? An Immortal?”
“Maybe. I mean, that’s how it is with me, Zack, and Emily.”
“Do Immortal mothers abandon their children?”
“Oh, Zak. I learned from my mother that it’s wrong for anybody to think that people who are the same gender, race, religion, that they are better than people who are the opposite, and, frankly, they’re not. So if fathers abandon their children, so do mothers.”
“Alright. I get it. But I don’t think you should be making a big deal about who or what Piper is. She’s just a little girl.”
“I know. But I can’t help it. So I’m going to have my mother check her out from a distance. And here she is now . . . with Nick.”
I sighed. Like I’ve said, I love him like a second father, but that guy follows her everywhere.
“He’s her partner,” Zak
They were heading our way, walking past Piper and doing whatever they could not to look at her while they passed.
“Hi, Grandma,” Jasmine greeted.
“Hi,” she greeted back. “So what’s up?”
“You walked past that little girl over there,” I said. “You felt some kind of power from her, right?”
“Yes, we did. And you said her father doesn’t have any power surging from himself and her mother is no where to be found?”
I nodded. “Right. Do you think she’s an Immortal?”
Mom and Nick looked at each other, coming to a silent agreement, and shook their heads. “No.”
“Oh. How can you tell?”
“The power surging from her is strong, but not strong enough to be an Immortal,” Nick explained.
“Can’t you feel it, Sarah?” Mom said. “Take Jasmine and Peter for instance. The power surging from them is very strong, and their powers haven’t even activated yet. Though, Jasmine does have her cryptid powers from her dad, which is probably why she’s a little stronger than Peter. But Piper? Her power is weaker than theirs. So she’s not an Immortal, because they’re never that weak. Even at that age.”
“Ok. But if she’s not an Immortal, then what is she?” Zak asked.
“I hate it when people refer to a child as an ‘it.’” Mom looked at Piper. “Do you think she’s one?”
“Possibly,” Nick replied. “I feel like she is.”
“What?” I asked.
Mom became nervous.
“Raylee, you should tell her,” Nick said.
“I don’t think I should tell her,” she replied.
“Tell me what?” I asked. “Do you know what Piper is?”
“I can’t tell you.”
“What? Why not?”
“I just can’t, Sarah.”
“You can’t or you won’t?”
“Because I promised him I wouldn’t tell anyone.”
“Him? Who’s him?”
“Oh. Oops. I didn’t mean to say that.”
“Well, too late. You already did. So who’s ‘him’?”
“You should tell her, Raylee,” Nick said.
“Ok, first of all, you know how I don’t like telling people who I deal with as the Protector of America,” she replied. “And second of all, why should I tell her?”
“Well, if you’re considering of adopting him—”
“I’m not considering. I want to adopt him. He just doesn’t want me to, and I’m not going to force him.”
“But you’re not giving up.”
“Of course not.”
“Wait,” I said. “He’s a kid?”
Mom nodded. “Yes.”
“And he’s like Piper?”
“Yes. But I’m not going to tell you what they are.”
“Because you promised him you wouldn’t.”
That boy sounded familiar, and I think I knew who he was.
“Is he Luke?” I asked.
Mom and Nick both stared at me.
“How’d you know that?” Nick asked.
“Mom, I had a dream about him in my coma, like, nine years ago. I told you that.”
“Well, do you really expect me to remember every single conversation we’ve ever had since you could talk? Especially one from that long ago?”
“Well, no. But that one was important.”
“You kissed him, right?”
“What?” Zak asked.
“Nothing,” I said.
“I remember you telling me about that dream, but not that.”
“Are you really that surprised that I didn’t tell you about that part?”
“So you admit it.”
“It was a dream.”
“That you were in control, right?”
“Of myself. Not of what happened in the dream.”
“Except that part.”
“Why did you kiss him?”
“Oh, you’re the one to talk. At least that was in a dream. You did it in reality.”
“We were broken up. And you did it yourself during that break up too.”
“What are you—oh. You did not just say that.”
“Well, you did at first before he—”
“Oh my God, shut up,” Mom said. “I agree with Jasmine here: cover your ears and turn away. I’m sorry I ever said that. I don’t even know why I did, because I don’t usually say those kind of things. But since I did, Sarah, I’m with Zak on this because you did it with your brother while you two were together in reality, and were pregnant with her.”
“Oh,” I said. “Right. You win.”
“Good. Now, Sarah, if you dreamed about Luke, than you probably already know what he is and Piper too.”
“I remember him telling me. But I can’t remember what he said he was.”
“Well, I’m not going to tell you. So good luck finding out on your own.”
“I’m sure you will. Now, enjoy doing your movie. Let’s go, Nick. Nick?”
He was staring at Jasmine and she was staring back at him. They seemed to be having a silent conversation.
“Nick, what is it?” Mom asked.
“I have a feeling that Piper won’t be the last person like her that she’ll meet.”
“What about us?” I asked.
“Well, of course. But her mostly. They’ll be a big part of her life as she gets older.”
Jasmine seemed to be listening to what he was saying, understood, and believed he was right.
She looked at Piper and was probably wondering what the hell she was and why other people like her will become a big part of her life.
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