I don't own The Secret Circle or any of these characters. I had this idea after watching last night's episode and wrote this out in just a couple of hours. Let me know what you think!
Cassie's POV
Screams. I hear Nick's screams. I start off slowly heading toward them, then the silence. The silence scares me more than anything. I take off in a sprint. I don't care if my grandmother can keep up. Why can't I hear anything anymore? Did the demon do something to Nick? Did the demon do something to somebody else? I'm not sure what I'm expecting to find. Wait. Is that somebody on the ground? Oh God. Whoever it is isn't moving. I hear my grandmother coming behind me.
"Oh, Cassie." she mutters. I begin walking toward the lifeless figure. That can't be Nick. It's too...it just can't be him. Finally I'm close enough to see his face, but I can't look. I don't want to look. Instead I look at the sleeve of his jacket. Nick's jacket.
Suddenly, I can't feel my legs and I'm falling. I land on the ground next to his body. I can't think. I can't breath. I can't move. It's like I'm...dead.
"Nick." I whisper, my voice catching in my throat. I feel hand on my shoulder. I don't have to look up to know it's my grandmother.
I whip my head around and grab onto her arm. I'm literally on my knees pleading, crying. "Can't you heal him? Please! Mrs. Chamberlain healed Sally! Grandma, please! Why can't you heal Nick?" The look in her eyes tells me she can't.
"Cassie." She whispers apologetically. My hands loosen their grip around her arm. "I'm going to call the police." It hits me that me and Grandma are the only people that know, and suddenly the secret seems too much to bear. There were two things I knew for sure. One, I didn't want to be here when the cops showed up. Two, the others needed to know before they heard the sirens. I find the feeling in my legs all of sudden. I'm on a mission. I take off running as fast as I can. I ignore my grandmother calling after me.
"They need to know. They need to know." I keep whispering it over and over. A mantra of sorts to keep myself from collapsing. Finally, I see the boat house. Just a little futher. "They need to know. They need to know."
I swing the door open and Adam looks up from behind the counter. "Cassie?"
"You need to know." I try to tell him. It comes out in a whimper.
"What?" Up until this point I have been in a denial. Hoping, that this was a really bad dream and that it would all be over as soon as I wake up. Realization hits that this is no nightmare. I saw a dead body. The dead body of a friend. A dead body that could have just as easily have been me.
Bile begins to rise up in my throat. I retreat backwards out the door and begin to empty the contents of my stomach into the grass. All of that running probably didn't help. I feel a hand pulling back my hair and begin to rub my back.
"Cassie?" It's Adam. I look up at him and collapse against him out of exhaustion and begin to sob.
"It's Nick. He's...He's dead." I tell him between sobs.