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MonsterSlut, finish what you've started. I know I should but I can't...

I've recently traveled into the world of Constatine and I gotta say-Super pissed they cancelled it. So much potential. And that accent...FMS hot!

Anyway-Fire and Ice is a tie in with the Chronicles of Shade and my upcoming Flash FanFic Before the Flood. You could say its my own version of the Arrowverse. There will be no romance between Constatine and my OC cause frankly I ship Constantine and Zed hard. She may hook up with someone-not even remotely sure but she will make appearances in Starling and Central later.

I do not own.

Please enjoy.

Love, MS ++++++

One

Some say the world will end in fire, some say ice.

From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favour fire.

But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate to say that for destruction ice is also great and would suffice.

-Robert Frost

I grew up living the perfect fairy tale.

Sure in my version there were no princes and dragons or damsels in distress but there was love and sometimes that's enough. For such a long time it was just me, my mother and my twin sister. That was our fairy tale. We lived in a small house in Greenwich with a faded white fence and an overgrown garden full of weeds and plants alike. It wasn't very big or clean but it was home. For my mother, being a single parent excluded her from a lot of things. Once I'd heard one of the mums on the playground say that they wouldn't allow her to steal their husband from her.

Such small, narrow minded people who cannot see the world in front of them.

I was ten when my mother met a man who would soon become our stepfather. Never had I met a man as kind and caring as Andrew Simons and he loved our mother with such passion and intensity that I sometimes worried that I'd never find someone to look at me like that. He was the father that we never had. They married not long after our twelfth birthday and soon after our brother Teddy was brought into the world.

Six months after that, we became me and my world collapsed in blazing fire.

My twin sister Talia was such an educated soul. She loved to read and always had a book in her hands. School was her sanctuary. She was always bringing home school reports of A's. It surprised me that she went home from school sick. I was in the middle of English class when there was a knock on the door where the principal, Mr Lister stood in the doorway. He whispered something in the teacher's ear and she called me out of class.

To this day it still eats away at me that I didn't know that something was wrong. There was a niggling feeling in the pit of my stomach but I was more worried that I was in trouble for something that I didn't do. Walking through those familiar halls, my steps echoed, bouncing off the walls. Time seemed to slow down with each step and the closer we got, the further away I felt.

I noticed a student standing beside the door into the principal's office. Her opaqueness was what threw me off at first but the closer I got I realised that it was Talia and no one seemed to notice her. I stopped in front of the door. "You went home. Do you feel better?"

She looked me over and made a sound in the back of her throat. "I don't understand. Why you, Tessa? Why did I have to die?"

"Why did you have to what?" I frowned.

Talia opened her mouth to speak only for blood to start running from her mouth, soaking the front of her white blouse. She let out an ear piercing shriek that shattered everything with a glass surface within our vicinity. Her head turned to the side before a sickening crunch twisted her head around completely. I screamed and fell backwards as Talia came towards me. "Why did I have to die? It's you they want!" She reached out towards me with her bloodied hands outstretched.

"Talia no!" I screamed. She wrapped her hands around my throat but the moment her hands connected with my skin she started screaming in pain. Fire gathered at her feet and swarmed over her body, completely consuming her. In complete horror I watched her skin peel away leaving muscle that eventually burnt away to exposed bone. The skeleton that was once my sister slowly started to crumbled and leave nothing but ash at my feet.

A steady wind picked up and the ash was blown away.

The stillness that was in the air faded away and time seemed to catch up once more.

Mr Lister stuck his head out of the door to see me slumped down on the floor clutching my throat. "Miss Morgan-are you okay?" He came and helped me to my feet. In the open door I could see a man in a suit waiting there alongside a police office and the student councillor Ms Sanders. Mr Lister placed a gentle hand on my shoulder. "You're not in trouble Tessa. I'll be here with you the whole way. I promise." He steered me into the office and sat me down on his couch.

Whenever I was in the principal's office I never sat on the couch, I always sat in the chair in front of his desk.

Mr Lister sat down beside me. "Tessa this is Detective Inspector Anthony Craig."

"Miss Morgan-can I call you Tessa?" the Inspector questioned. I nodded and he sat down in front of me, there was such pity in his eyes. There was such pity in all their eyes.

"Where's my mum?" I suddenly asked. "Why isn't mum here?"

"Tessa there was a fire at your place," the Inspector told me.

"Talia went home sick!" I shouted. "Mum-mum and Teddy-I just saw Talia in the hallway!"

Ms Sanders rubbed my shoulder gently. "Tessa someone from Children's Protective Services are coming to pick you up."

"But what about Andrew?" I cried. By this point tears were running down my face. "Andrew's at work. He'll come and pick me up!"

"Andrew's missing," the Inspector answered. "His car was at the house. The firefighters haven't cleared the scene for CSC to go inside. Tessa you're very lucky you weren't home today or you would be dead as well."

"But I just saw Talia!" I argued. "She was in the hallway! She was burning!"

Ms Sanders started talking to me about death and spinning tall tales of the afterlife as Mr Lister stood to speak separately with the police. I could hear mentions of my father-Talia and I had asked about him once when we were seven, she said that he was an angel but that was as far as we got. Talia had assumed this to mean that he was dead.

I got up and ran out.

You could see the smoke from our little home in the school yard.

Just in the corner of my eye I could see a man standing in the yard watching me. He looked just like a regular man, every bone in my body was tell me that I knew him and he knew me. When I turned to look at him-he wasn't there.

"Miss Morgan, will you come inside?" Mr Lister called out. He stood in the doorway with a little girl in a pink dress holding a red ball behind him. She was opaque just like Talia had but she was bright. She made me feel happy.

"My daddy will look after you," she assured me with a tinkering giggle. She was dead, just like my sister. She smiled at me and disappeared.

I grew up living the perfect fairy tale.

Sure in my version there were no princes and dragons or damsels in distress but there was love and sometimes that's not enough.

Some say the world will end in fire, some say ice.

From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favour fire.