Carolyn woke up only by chance as the shadow fell across her bedroom doorway. It was nearing two thirty in the morning and it took a moment or two for her mind to adjust to the sudden consciousness and longer for her eyes the gloom of her bedroom. She turned over under her covers and faced her room, focusing her eyes on the strip of moonlight that pierced between her curtains and illuminated her floor. She knew the same light that time tomorrow would bring another transformation. She closed her eyes hoping to fall asleep again and gather that little bit more energy for what was to come, sighing softly. She lay for a few moments until a sound caught her attention. The more she focused her supernatural hearing on it, the more pronounced it seemed to become and her eyes snapped back open.

Breathing.

She slowly turned her eyes to look towards her door way and felt a mixture of light dread and slightly less negative unresolved emotional issues hit her as her gaze fell upon Angelique's outlined form which stood in tight jeans and a shoulder-less red top watching her from the doorway. Her clothes were strangely casual compared to what Carolyn had been used to seeing her in.

"Hello Carolyn." The woman said simply.

The girl threw her covers back and got quickly to her feet, backing away from the door towards the window on the opposite side of the room. "What the fuck?" She breathed as Angelique closed the door behind her and leaned against it casually as if she shouldn't be two years dead.

"Don't worry, Fido." She said holding her hands up. "I come in peace."

Carolyn glared at her "Don't call me that."

Angelique shrugged her exposed shoulders. "Whatever you want."

"Have you come for round two, or what?" Carolyn said icily.

The witch looked unperturbed. "No. Unless you wanted to."

Carolyn turned her back on her. "Then do one." She said, hoping it might work and that Angelique might leave before stupid mixed up teen feelings tried to drag her into further conversation with the woman who had tried to kill her. After a few minutes of quiet between the two, Carolyn closed her eyes in resigned realisation that that wasn't going to happen and turned back around.

Gathering herself, she picked up a glass paper weight from her desk and tossed it from hand to hand as she paced the width of her new room. The rest of the huge house had been badly burned but the blaze had been controlled before the old wing had been consumed and the Collins family had had to move into it despite that it smelled like dust and parchment and years. In her stubbornness though, Carolyn's bedroom smelled of cinnamon and roses from the incense that drove her mother up the wall.

"What do you want from me?" She snapped, since her company wasn't leaving.

Angelique raised an eyebrow. "Who rattled your cage?"

The young girl gave the witch a sarcastic smile. "Who let you out of yours?"

The corner of Angelique's lips twitched into a half smile as she gazed out past the half drawn curtains and at the near full moon. "A little rich coming from... You." She said pointedly.

Carolyn smirked. "As is the turn of phrase coming from..." She put the glass ball back down on the table with a weighty thud. "you."

Angelique smiled sweetly. "Nothing wrong with being rich is there?"

Carolyn shrugged. "Wouldn't know. You and yours made sure of that." She looked at the woman who was so comfortably leaning against her closed door.

"So. What do you want?"

Angelique let out a long breath and walked in languid paces across the room to sit down in the replacement wicker bowl seat the girl had been set on which hung from the ceiling, spinning slowly left and then back to the right before Carolyn left her peripherals.

"Just thought I'd drop in and see how you were... Hows the lycanthropy going for you?"

"Great. How's being a hell-bent murderous witch going for you?"

Angelique waved her hand dismissively. "Well, you know, business is business murdering is murdering, same old."

Carolyn looked at her half disgusted, half darkly amused. "Well now thats out of the way, give me one good reason I shouldn't call the police or worse, Elizabeth, and alert them to the fact that their favourite genocidal, raving psychopath is back from the grave?"

Angelique rolled her eyes. "Please, don't exaggerate- I was never in a grave."

Carolyn glared at her as she felt herself fall into the pit of lonely resentment she'd dug over the last two years, aware that it was numbing all the appropriate caution she knew should be taking. "For fucks sake, you tired to kill us all then shattered like a china doll, your body disappeared without a trace and now you're back here like nothing happened? The only time we really spoke was when I was attempting to rip your throat out so please will you just tell me what you really want?!"

Angelique bit her lip. "You're not scared of me at all are you?"

Carolyn was beginning to feel slightly hysterical. "Scared of you? Angelique, I barely know you, and from what I do know there's little to be afraid of. I mean, what're you gonna do, slap me with a fish?"

"I could rip your heart out." The witch replied bluntly.

Carolyn reached behind her and pulled a bottle of vodka out from behind a book end on her window sill, opening it with her teeth and drinking it without a glass. "If you can find it sweetie." She growled, only too aware but not letting on that Angelique had found it quite a while ago.

Angelique smirked. "I might take you up on that one day. Happy birthday for last week by the way."

Carolyn shot her a look. "Yeah. Thanks. 18 and going nowhere. Now back to the point- I saw you die."

Angelique frowned. "No, that's not want you saw at all."

Carolyn took another drink, not getting any closer to the woman. "Alright, I saw your body get smashed to bits then impaled on a chandelier, so what, what's the difference?"

Angelique looked at her scornfully. "Honey, people don't tend to shatter like bone china, do they?"

The teenager threw her hands up in exasperation. "People don't tend to turn into wolves or talk to their dead mothers deranged ghost. But there seem to be exceptions for them. I don't care what you say, I saw you die that night, I saw it." She hissed, aware that in this room she was not as isolated as she was in her last and that waking Everyone would be easy if she raised her voice.

"I'm not stupid, Carolyn. It was a spur of the moment plan and it was going to be me against all of you, of course I wasn't going to turn up and take those odds in person. The person you saw 'die' that night wasn't me, she was just a shell, a conjured replica for me to safely control from elsewhere. Witchcraft is a beautiful thing. When that body died, the magic wore off, it disappeared, I woke up."

Angelique watched Carolyn's face as the girl processed what she'd said, scanning every word intensely for any holes or contradictions or signals that it might be a lie. She found none.

"Okay. So assuming that's true, you're telling me that you went through all that, took two years holiday and then just popped back here to like, check up on me as if you didn't try to kill me and my family? This is the last time I'm gonna ask before I start inanely screaming- what. Do. You. Want?"

Angelique smiled deviously and stood up from her seat, walking slowly over to Carolyn. "Screaming? I thought you weren't scared of me."

The girl watched the witches approach carefully. "Just answer the question."

Angelique stopped walking only after she knew she was in the werwolf's personal space and then plucked the bottle of vodka from Carolyn's hand and took a drink from it before setting it down resolutely behind the elaborate book end it was previously hidden behind. "You really want to know why I came back here?"

Carolyn remained silent but looked Angelique in the eye with the same stubbornness that Julia had told her would one day get her killed.

The witch stared back for a few seconds and then suddenly leaned in and pressed one long and eerily soft kiss against Carolyn's lips. By the time Carolyn finally opened her eyes, Angelique was long gone into the night.