Author's Note: This is my first fanfic ever written, so I'm sorry if it's a bit off. Also, this chapter is really long because it's laying everything out, but it'll get more compact in the next chapters! Also, there's only mention of Misty in this chapter, but there'll definitely be Foxxay very soon! Also, this episode takes place at the beginning of 3x11. Anyways, enjoy! :)

-PF

Cordelia scrunched her brow in frustration, for the fifth time during Nan's funeral had she heard that soft humming sound. It seemed as if no one else heard the sound, going off at only a few seconds at a time. Could this be a sign that my sight is slowly returning? Cordelia wondered. Whatever it was, it wanted to be found, so she wandered around, trying to find the source. Finally, only a couple feet away, she arrived at a tomb, the humming becoming louder. Cordelia examined the tomb; it was fancier than most of the ones in the gravesite. "Marcus Griggs," she muttered as she read the name off the plaque. Who is he? What makes him so special? Is he the one calling me? she wondered as she stared at the tomb.

"Are you coming, dear?" Cordelia snapped back to reality at the sound of Myrtle's voice. Rubbing her eyes, she turned around to face Myrtle.

"Hm?" She asked. Myrtle gave a small smile and repeated her question.

"Are you coming with us back to the house? Or do you want to stay with Mr. Griggs a bit longer?" Myrtle peered over at the plaque. "Did you know him?" Cordelia shook her head and walked toward Myrtle, taking her arm.

"No, I just liked the way it looked. I'm alright, let's just head back," she replied, but not before giving one last glance to the tomb as they walked back to the car.

Cordelia skipped dinner that night. It wasn't intentional, she had just got caught up thinking. She didn't mind, however, the dinners had become increasingly uncomfortable. She didn't need to be in the middle of a silent war between Zoe and Madison. And ever since her talk with Queenie, she wanted to avoid her as much as possible.

She got up from her desk to grab a book off of her shelf. Ever since she had regained her eyesight, she wanted to make sure she could use it to it's full potential. Cordelia had made it mandatory to read a couple chapters of anything before she went to sleep. Tracing her fingers along the bindings of the books, she picked a thick book, worn from years of use, Witchcraft: A Complete Guide. Every witch had been given one when they first arrived, but Cordelia had been one of the only ones to use it on a daily basis. She brought the book over to her bed and began to flip to the chapter section. "Chapter 2: Types of Powers, page 21," she said to herself as she flipped through the pages. She scanned through the types, searching for that one word; Resurgence. Misty, please come back, she thought as she read for the twentieth time since Misty had left. We need you here.

She looked at the clock; 11:43 PM. Sighing, she closed the book and placed it on her nightstand. She rolled over and closed her eyes. Ever since The Axeman attacked her in her room while she was blind, she liked the light on so she could see everything when she awoke. After an emotionally exhausting day, she had no trouble falling asleep.

Cordelia awoke with a start, her head throbbing as flashes of white blinded her vision. She clutched her ears to block out a high pitched whine, but it did nothing. Images of Marcus's tombstone flashed in her head over and over again, getting closer and closer. Then a vision of an older man wearing a suit and hat walking toward the tomb. He turned his head towards her and it all went dark. Although everything stopped, her ears rung. She looked at the clock; 4:23 AM. She reached for the glass of water but realized that it wasn't there. She would always get a glass to bring up to her room after dinner, but since she didn't go, she never got it. Still clutching her head, she slowly got up and stumbled towards the door. Leaning on the wall for support, she held on the walls as she made her way down the stairs and to the kitchen. Grabbing a glass, she turned on the sink faucet to fill it up. She guzzled it down and sighed, rubbing her temples.

"Who the hell is Marcus Griggs? Did I know him? Was that man him?" She wondered aloud. "Maybe I should find information about him." Cordelia shakily walked back to her room. 4:29 AM, the clock read. I'll google him tomorrow, she decided. Collapsing onto her bed, she closed her eyes, hoping no more visions would come.

"Delia! Delia! Wake up!" Cordelia rubbed her bleary eyes and looked to find the source of that horrible voice. Fiona walked in the room and turned off her lights as she opened the curtains. "You forgot to turn those lamps off, last night. Now get up, all the girls are at breakfast already!" Cordelia blushed as she shielded her eyes. She hadn't told anyone about her fear of the dark, and she certainly wasn't about to tell Fiona, of all people. Fiona walked to her bed and grabbed her hands away from her face. "Get up," she commanded, "It's almost ten thirty, I can't believe you're not up yet."

"I had trouble sleeping," Cordelia muttered. That wasn't exactly untrue, while she did easily fall asleep, it wasn't a good night's rest. She had dreams of that graveyard and felt as if she had slept for only 5 minutes. She pushed off her covers and got up. "I need to change, I'll be down there in a couple minutes," she told Fiona.

"Alright, but hurry up then. Marie and I are taking a trip today so you ought to supervise them. We'll be back late," Fiona said, and walked out, shutting the door behind her.

I don't even want to know what the hell they're going to do, she thought, rolling her eyes. Cordelia walked to her wardrobe and put on a black shirt and a black skirt to accompany it. As she was applying make-up, her eyes fell on her computer, reminding her to search up on Marcus. Later, she decided, I don't want any of those kids to get in trouble if I don't show or think I'm slacking.

Breakfast had been uneventful. Queenie had already left, and Zoe and Madison were too tired to fight. It seemed that it was going to be a pretty relaxed day, everyone was doing their own thing. Cordelia ran up to her room and opened her computer. She felt a bit guilty about not wanting to spend time with these kids, but ignored that. Finding out who Marcus was was a greater concern of hers.

There weren't that many Marcus Griggs, which made her hunt a lot easier. Plus, she knew he was dead, which narrowed that search down. Passing all of the Facebook profiles, Cordelia found a blog about the death of a young woman's uncle 'Marc', along with a picture. That's him, that's the man from the vision! Cordelia was ecstatic, she finally had a lead. She searched the blog for information on the poster; her name was Jeanette Griggs. But how can I meet up with her? she wondered, staring at the picture of Marcus and Jeanette. Drumming her fingers along the desk, she thought of all the ways to meet up with Jeanette and all of the outcomes when she noticed it; the background of the picture. She had been too focused at looking at the people that she didn't even look at the house behind them. It was located on the corner of a street, between two street intersections that Cordelia was very familiar with. She squinted, making out the number; 223. Cordelia smiled, triumphantly. She'd finally fix her problem.

Cordelia took a deep breath and knocked on the door. After a minute, a woman came to the door, only opening it up a couple of inches; Cordelia recognized her as Jeanette. "Hello, may I help you?" Jeanette asked.

"Oh, hello. My name is Cordelia, I used to be friends with Marcus Griggs," she replied. Jeanette nodded and stood in between the house and Cordelia.

"He's, um, dead," Jeanette looked down, her grip on the doorframe tightening.

"Ah, yes, I've heard. I just wanted to know where he was buried so I could pay my respects," Cordelia replied.

"The Deville Cemetery," she said, "Now if you'll excuse me I have to go."

"Ah, thank you. But is it okay if I use your bathroom?" Cordelia knew Jeanette was hiding something, "I have a long way home."

Jeanette's eyes widened and she quickly backed away. "No, I'm sorry but the toliet's all messed up and I have to get going," she stammered. "Thank you for going to see my uncle, it means a lot to me." She shut the door and locked it.

Cordelia sighed, that wasn't much help to her investigation. She checked her watch, it was almost 4, and it would be an hour trek back to the academy. She had left the girls alone for far too long. I'll visit him tomorrow, she decided.

"Cordelia, dear, where were you this afternoon? I tried to find you in the greenhouse, but had no luck at all!" Myrtle asked, as she handed her a shot glass filled with a steaming, green, chunky liquid. Cordelia raised her eyebrow. "Oh, it's for your visions, to help you get them back," she explained.

Cordelia quickly emptied the contents. After years of working with potions, she had become almost immune to the taste. However, once in a while, some potions could get to the best of her. This potion was one of those. She hurried to the kitchen to grab a glass of water to mute the taste. Three glasses later, she was content that there was no aftertaste. Myrtle stared at her until she realized that she had been asked a question. "Oh, yeah, I was at Nan's grave," she replied, thinking of the first thing that came to mind.

"Oh. Oh, dear. Did we make you leave too soon yesterday? I mean, Queenie had just arrived, but I could've let you stay. I'm so sorry, I pulled you away too soon, you were grieving and all. I knew Nan had meant a lot to you, and with Misty leaving as well, I'm just so sorry," Myrtle apologized. Shit! Cordelia thought. I chose the worst option. I should've told her I was shopping. Now I've made her feel bad!

Cordelia quickly placed a hand on Myrtle's shoulder. "Hey, it's alright. I just wanted to get a goodbye alone, but I'm alight now." Myrtle didn't look convinced, so she decided to change the topic. "You know, I think that my visions are returning."

Myrtle stood up straighter and smiled. "Oh, that is excellent. I always knew that you would be able to get them back, eyesight or not. And you've done it, how wonderful! What have you seen?"

Cordelia froze. She didn't want to tell Myrtle about Marcus yet, so she just shrugged. "Not many things, just recent occurrences, nothing of importance."

Myrtle nodded. "Well, you should continue to take that potion to speed things up."

"I promise. Now I have to do something, so we can talk later," Cordelia replied as she walked back to her room. She wanted to look for more clues as to Misty's disappearance.

Cordelia laid on her bed and checked the clock. 6:40 AM, it read. She groaned and rolled onto her side. She couldn't sleep. Right when she was about to, a vision popped up of either Misty or Marcus. She got up and slowly made her way to her drawer, searching for her sleeping pills. She had already taken 1 this past night, but she just wanted to sleep. It felt as if she hadn't slept for 40 hours, if she counted yesterday. She poured two out and swallowed them. She slammed her drawer shut and threw herself onto the bed. Please, please, please let me sleep, she begged.

It was 8:12 AM when Cordelia next awoke. She had the most terrifying dream. Misty was in a cage, screaming and begging as tears streamed her face. The figure in red pelted her with bricks to get her to be quiet. Was that a random nightmare, or a vision? Cordelia was frantic. If it was a vision, what could she do? And would she be able to reach her in time? There were no markers as to where she was, just some dirty cave. Cordelia quickly went to her computer and searched Misty's name, or any variations of that. She made a list of anagrams, she even searched for Rhiannon Day. But nothing showed up that could help her find Misty.

Crap, I have to see Marcus today, Cordelia groaned. She would love to search for Misty, but nothing was showing up. Cordelia reluctantly closed her laptop and grabbed her clothes from the day before and quickly put them on. After applying minimal make-up, she wrote a note to Myrtle that she was going out and ran out of the door.

Cordelia felt as if her heart was going to explode. It had felt that way ever since she had woken up, and her cup of coffee didn't help. It was adrenaline from lack of sleep. Despite her occasional fear that she was about to have a heart attack, she was glad that it was there. Otherwise, she would've probably collapsed from exhaustion by then.

She had stood next to the tomb for half an hour. "Nothing, nothing, why is there nothing?!" Cordelia cried out in frustration. "Only that goddamn hum!" It was quieter than two days ago, but still there. She took a deep breath to calm her down. I ought to go, I have a school to run, she thought, dejectedly. As she was turning to leave, her eyes fell on Nan's grave. She decided to stop by, guilty for using her as an excuse for Myrtle. She reached over and touched the tombstone, as if Nan could hear her.

"Hi Nan. It's me, Cordelia. You must be lonely out here," she said. "I don't know if you can hear this, or anything for that matter. But I hope you can right now. You were such an amazing, sweet student. It's horrible how you died. I failed the coven, I failed the you, I'm so sorry. I let you die." At this, her voice cracked. "And now everyone has gone away. Misty may be dead, or she left us because she saw how terrible things were. Zoe and Madison hate each other, I can't control them. And Queenie's back, but only because of Marie. I've let things go. I'm so sorry Nan. Everything's falling apart. I miss you." Cordelia backed away from the tombstone. "I have to go. But I'll visit again."

That entire day Cordelia spent in her bed, wallowing in her guilt. I'm a failure, I'm a huge failure. I can't keep together this coven, I can't even sleep, for god's sake. She looked at the clock, it was 10 PM, she had been in her bed for 12 hours. She pulled herself out of the bed and went to the kitchen, relieved no one was grabbed a glass of water and hurried back to her room, trying to avoid Myrtle. She meant well, but could be a nuisance. Cordelia walked to her desk and poured out 3 sleeping pills. Try and fail to sleep now! She thought as she swallowed them. She fell onto her bed and closed her eyes.

Cordelia shot out of bed, furious. She had gotten another nightmare of Marcus and his tomb. Cordelia looked at the clock; 2:17 AM. "Shit!" She yelled as she knocked the clock off of the bedside table in anger. She grabbed her shoes went to her desk, reaching inside. "There," she said, triumphantly, pulling out her car keys. "You want out of your tomb, Marcus? Well you'll get out."

Of course it was pouring out by the time she drove to Deville's Cemetery. Grabbing a shovel form the trunk of her car, she stomped over to Marcus's graves, hysterical from lack of sleep. She hit the stone over and over, until it cracked. Dirt and dust covered her flats and ankles as she struggled to break it open. Finally, after over an hour of hitting, she made a decent hole to pull out the coffin.

"Alright Marcus, what do you want?" She grunted as she pulled the handle of the coffin to get it out. Finally it slid out and fell onto the ground. Cordelia stood over it and threw open the top, revealing the last person she'd expect to be in there; Misty Day.

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