A/N: This begins in season 2. I don't own TVD but this plot and my OC are mine. I am rewriting this story as the previous The Wicked Ones I published felt a little off and I didn't like it. So here it is again.

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Lyra POV

Imagining waking up, and finally seeing the world through the right spectrum. You see it for what it really is and what it contains.

I woke up on an early autumn morning. First day back to school and I was anything but happy and excited. I wasn't a popular girl, I had been and always would be the weird girl with an accent that lived on Horizon hill. That creepy and old ghost house you saw on your way out of Mystic falls.

It had been nearly ten years ago that me and my brother discovered our powers. Our mother was not happy, but yet contempt that we would follow in her footsteps. She told us everything.

Witches wasn't the only thing that existed out there and it was only the narrow minded that was truly safe. Because once you let your mind wander, you walk out on very thin ice. Questions better left buried, not answered. I walked out of bed to look at myself in the mirror, my freckled spotted skin and rebellious tattoos obvious for anyone to see and judge. I was short and slender, except for my breasts that often made my back hurt. I didn't know if I classified as a freak or simply odd in a beautiful way. I dressed myself and then walked out into the empty and ghostly hallway.

My home was my favourite place on earth, didn't matter how much me and my family traveled. Home was the only place I felt truly safe in. With the bleak green wallpaper and dark wood colored wooden floor, millions of paintings to cover the walls and only one or two windows to let light from the sun in. The place looked dark and mysterious, like something was going on behind closed doors, in the shadows and it was like whispers could be heard if you stood really still… and didn't breathe.

I knocked on the door down the hall, my brothers. The normal one.

"Milo? Are you awake?" I asked through the thick mahogany door. Even though it was basically sound proof I heard some mumbling and shuffling. I backed away a bit before my big brother opened the door in a hurry.

"Sorry sis, didn't know what the time was" Milo stated before rushing down the big staircase, all of his training stuff in hand. It was our first day back from Europe, our mother had pulled us out of school last year and now we had returned, Milo was pissed. He had missed out a lot of training, of school and his social life. I wasn't pissed at all, being pulled out of school didn't matter to me.

I walked after my brother, running my fingers over the walls making all the painting rattle as I passed. I loved my powers, that it was the one thing that kept me sane. I wasn't some super powerful goddess that could do anything she wanted, I was just a normal witch.

"There you are honey, I thought you slept in" Our mother said, piling up more food on the plate before me at the breakfast table. She was the most beautiful woman in the world, she looked old, classic, like she belonged in a masterpiece painting hanging in a museum. She had an czech or general eastern europe accent and always dressed in loose clothing, the style choice many called hippie or bohemian. She had pale grey eyes, similar to a cloudy sky and she also had thick long hazel brown hair that she always wore in a braid or a bun.

"No, I am alright and ready for school" My voice was cold, like it always was when I lied. My mother could see my discomfort and sighed, she kissed my head and patted Milo's back. As if it was a signal for him to take care of me, he was the older twin after all.

When mom turned around to tend the stove Milo watched me, torment in his eyes. Like he had failed me, yet he had done nothing. It was all me.

We ate and walked out from our ghastly house, the cold morning air making it look like I smoked yet I didn't have any cigarette between my fingers. Milo opened the car door to his black chevrolet impala 67. I loved that car, I remember me and Milo working on it for years before we even got it to start.

"Can I drive?" I asked, smiling faintly.

"Hell no, you will only start daydreaming and before we know it we will drive into a tree" Milo chuckled. I rolled my eyes at my brothers antics, he meant well and sure, you could say I was a dreamer or rather absent-minded. I climbed into the seat next to my brother who drove to school, listening to the king, Elvis, in the car. The old cd was still stuck after several tries to get it out. But neither of us complained as Jailhouse Rock played for the millionth time.

We arrived at school, Milo immediately going to his klick. The jocks and the cheerleaders, while I walked alone to my locker.

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Milo POV

Being back from Europe was apparently a bigger deal than I thought. My team and my old friends hugged me and welcomed me back. It felt nice, since it had only been me, Lyra and our mom over there. I don't know why but in the beginning of sophomore year our mom pulled us out of school and said that evil people had come back to town, and that it wasn't safe anymore. Lyra had been callous as usual, but I felt her fear when she stepped onto school ground again. Me too felt the feeling of death around the town. The evil people as mom called them, were still here, but we moved back anyway.

"So Milo, how was Europe? Any good looking chicks over there?" Jason, one of my close friends in the team asked me. He was cool and very good with the ladies, always trying to set me up with someone at parties.

"Meh, just a bunch of supermodels" I teased. The trip had been amazing, I just missed my home.

"Man you missed a lot of stuff though, Tyler, Caroline and Matt crashed a few days ago, poor Caroline is still in the hospital" Nadia acknowledged, she was one of the school's cheerleaders, and when she spoke her thick southern accent shines through her words.

"What really?!" My eyebrow hit my hairline.

"And the mayor died to" Nadia added, sighing and her shoulders slumping.

"I have missed much" I declared, feeling sorry for my best friends that were in a car accident, and especially Tyler who lost his father.

"His wake is this week, we should go and pay our respects to Tyler" Jason stated, I nodded in agreement.

I wondered what the hell has been going on in my hometown while I was away. Something ig was about to happen and I want to know what.