SPOILER ALERT: Don't read unless you have read Chapter 16 in A Discovery of Witches.
So here we are...rolling along...and thinking we've hit a huge enough scene with Diana getting all kinds of an earful from that rudedog, Knox and ending up being held against her will (and against Hottie McVampy's chest - in Matthew's rooms. Don't you wish you had "rooms"?) So it's alREADY pretty exciting. Then when they get back to Diana's, girlfriend gets a HORRIBLE photo in the mail of her poor, dead parents - entrails and all. And I'm like "Wow - this has gotten good!" - but expecting we'll be back in the Bodleian inspecting manuscripts and getting the stink eye from Sean and Marian in a matter of paragraphs.
BUT NO! Because to what to my wandering eyes did appear but CARLISLE CULLEN- in the form of MATTHEW CLAIRMONT - turning Marcus after the Battle of Brandywine - and now Carol's head is truly exploding.
The Battle of Brandywine happened 20 miles from where I grew up in Paoli...another Revolutionary War battle I was waxing poetic about last week on My Outlander Purgatory. So when we went from Diana tossing her cooks in front of Matthew - yet again (um, ew) - to Matthew turning Marcus and being referred to as his "father" every five minutes - and having spent time in my homeland...well...you can see how my brain went into a bit of a tailspin.
Not only do we find out Marcus is Matthew's proverbial "son" in vamp terms...but we find out Matthew is French (I think) and killed lots of Red Coats in the Revolutionary war. And we find this out literally out of NOWHERE, I might add! So poor Diana is all Ambiened out on her bed, having no CLUE that her blood has qualities of The Wicked Witches of the North, South, East and West in ADDITION to Witchie Poo and that scary-eyed witch from Robin Hood - all mixed up into one. And all of this is going on as a side story, as nonchalant as a bag of chips being left on the table. Seriously. I'm stunned.