A/N: Hey guys! This story is a Snowbarry AU and it's one of my mature ones. I hope you'll tell me what you think of it so far? I started writing my other stories and I will post updates on each one when I get them finished. Hope you guys will want to read this one, if you like the show Supernatural, Teen Wolf, Shadowhunters and Buffy the Vampire Slayer, you might enjoy this one. I'm rating it T for now, but as I get deeper into the story, it will be M.

Caitlin Snow closed the screen door, shielding the harsh perils of the thunder storm from trying to seep inside her house.

The manor, as she still referred to it was entrusted to her by her recently deceased ancestors. It was dark, drafty, dusty and could use a good spring cleaning—even though it was a floundering autumn—but it was her home. Miles from the city, she preferred it that way. Her ancestors really didn't need the spoils of city life anyway. They were the very definition of old fashioned.

Caitlin wasted no time as soon as she came. Putting her own fashion and touches in the room she slept in as well as the study and main living room. She practically lived in the middle of nowhere; everything had felt like it was one big driving distance to and from civilization. She didn't think it odd until someone once in a while who had been living in the city mentioned so.

Her ancestors were an odd bunch, but there was so much Caitlin learned from staying in their memories. One thing they loved was their many loose leaf jars of tea. Caitlin looked at them with one eye closed, assuming they were occult practices. But she knew that was just her mind going to those weird places again. Aside from their off appreciation for everything of the zodiac, everything had history behind it.

She turned around to put the kettle pot on and she cursed internally. She knew she forgot something very important and reversed her motions back to the screen door that was almost slamming against the second stronger door that she dead bolted.

Unlocking the lack, she pulled both doors open and called out in the distance, hoping the feline she had had for years would come back safe and sound. Small meowing noises were heard and shortly after the third holler, a small, grey batch of fur came timidly trotting through the high-cut grass, almost running into her Caitlin's legs.

She shook her head and cooed the cat back inside, securing the locks just like it was before and shook off the water droplets that clung to her hair. She eyed the cat, almost rolling her eyes at how often she seemed to enjoy running away and escaping her home, it was very easy to lose her due to her being easy to miss. It was a wonder Caitlin actually saw her buried inside of the overgrown grass in the dimness of the night. It was like the cat knew at that moment she should return back home.

She mixed her cat, Bianca, her dinner and almost jumped at the small cackle of lightening followed by the inevitable rumble percussion thunder. Caitlin had grown up to be fairly fearless but even she can be sometimes bewildered by the small frights of Mother Nature. Her cat only gave her a look as if she were telepathically asking her "what's there to be afraid of?"

"You like the Halloween sounds outside, don't ya Bee?" Caitlin asked, looking down at the still damp cat that now had her neck gently rubbing against Caitlin's ankle. "Thought so..."

Talking to her cat was an old pastime, one she replaced instead of human interaction, which was both a bore and dread for her well being. She damn near couldn't relate to other people, no matter how much the town forced everyone to try.

It was the strangest thing, or maybe just strange to others but to Caitlin, it was just the norm. She saw most of herself in animals, mainly for the honesty; of years and years of evolution to understand unconditional love. Humans aren't that way, at least not in her eyes. Bianca had her back and Caitlin most definitely had hers. It was an unfortunate tragedy that human beings don't reiterate this behavior. Suppose it was just too humane for the average person to really care, with animals, she didn't have to second guess.

Caitlin fixed herself a late dinner and relaxed against the sofa, turning on some old movie on the Turner Classic Movie station. When she was nearly finished, she put the plate away, not wanting to eat another bite as she reached for her beverage. Taking a slow sip she placed the cup down and jumped in her spot.

She craned her neck, hesitating before standing up to investigate the disturbance. She always had a feeling she was being watched, her aunt used to say the manor had guardians of her past ancestors looming around. Caitlin never believed her but sometimes she wasn't too sure. There were times where she woke up in cold sweat from a nightmare she had about ghosts, spirits and apparitions haunting the manor. The place did seem to be on the strange side but Caitlin didn't feel the need to move on from that theory. Especially not when she came here to be alone and live the simple life after a harsh break up with her fiancé last fall.

Caitlin thought all those memories were erased when she moved; most of the time it was just the wind or the harsh pounding of nature wanting attention. Caitlin always fell for it. She got up to switch on the light to illuminate the pitch blackness and breathed a sigh of relief.

Her house line rang, she debated whether to run to it or let it go to the machine. True be told there were only a few people who had her number and she only told them to phone her if it was a real emergency. If it was her family, anything from them would just be a waste of time. Sometimes people only called to complain, Caitlin used to be a great listener until people took advantage of it one too many times. Her see-saw thoughts were tipping toward her usual answer.

She made the decision to avoid it, unplugging the hook in case someone rung back. It made things easier to cut off completely from the disturbance while she still craved her alone time.

Sighing she went back to the movie marathon but it automatically switched off making her blink back in a flinch. The entire room was onyx black and she instantly felt around for her cell phone to shine a flashlight around to light her way. She headed straight for the power box, shining the light on all the switches, noticing all of them were powered but it was still completely dark around the manor. This was turning into a crazy horror movie all of a sudden.

She jumped back when she heard a sharp knock hitting the door a couple times. Her eyes expanded as she moved closer to the front door, there was no way she was expecting anyone at this time. She rolled her eyes and walked normally to the door, but hesitating to open it.

She winced and pulled the door open to reveal a stocky male in front of her.

"Hey, is your power out Miss?" His gruff tone asked her.

Caitlin just stood there, staring for a long moment. The rain and thunder pulled her away and she came back to respond.

"Uh yeah, it uh, it just went out...wait, are you the electrician?" She asked, gesturing his way.

"Assigned to this place? Yeah. Have been for gen-a long time. Need some help? Mind if I take a look?"

Caitlin looked skeptical before she nodded, motioning for him to come inside. "Sure..." Moving aside he hurried indoors and she shut the door carefully.

She watched him work and looked around the manor for any quick fixes, there didn't seem to be any. She would have told him that but he seemed like he was going to keep trying until he found a solution.

After some time of feeling around and checking, the man with the enormous tool belt came to the living room shaking his head.

"Sorry it looks like tonight is one for nature; the storm is preventing me from tinkering with the power box. I can't bring it back manually. Mind if I stop by tomorrow?"

Caitlin took a second to react, "Yeah, yes, I'll be here. So it's gonna out all night?"

He grabbed his tools and clasped the belt around his sturdy waist. "Should be. Just gotta wade until the storm ends. This place is old; it needs time to repair itself. I'll show up tomorrow to see if there's still a problem. Oh wait—"

"What?"

"Shit, I made a call out to the city; I can't make it out here all day. No worries, my son will come by to check things out. That OK with you?"

Caitlin was just shocked anyone came as soon as the power went out, something about that struck her as odd but she didn't care, the sooner the better for the power to return. "That should be fine. Is there anything I need to sign or pay? I mean, my family has owned this house for years, is there a service charge?"

He shook his head.

"Oh," Caitlin replied awkwardly.

The man smiled, his rugged face shown he'd been through enough to tell several stories over. Caitlin got that feeling as she glanced at his genuine expression and smiled oddly. She felt like she embarrassed herself just now.

"You don't have to worry about it. The owners have done enough for me over the years. My son should be by around nighttime, he's got some things to get done then he's supposed to come here. I'll let him know of the problem."

Caitlin nodded almost too quickly as she followed the electrician to the front door.

She cleared her throat weirdly, "Um, I don't know how to say this, but is it OK to light some candles?"

He looked over his shoulder, facing her. "Yeah but not too many, or when you sleep. This place is pretty fragile, you can't be too careful."

Smiling, Caitlin reached for the door but the man had his grip on the rusty handle before her.

"I, uh, I'm sorry, I never got your name." She asked him as he paused for a moment.

He gave a crooked smile and backed up on the stoop. "It's Henry, take care miss, be seein' you."