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Ottavia stood in her house staring outside of her window. The window didn't do much except let the light in because her family was poor and when her father had built their small house he had only been able to afford the marred glass from the middle. It didn't bother her because she would still be able to see him when he came up.

She felt as if she waited ages by that window; waiting to see him walk up. And when he came around the corner she flew out of the house and ran into his arms.

"Miss Ottavia! Whatever will people think of you throwing yourself at a man like this." But he embraced her just the same.

"Is Quetsiyah with you?" She asked not wanting to let him go but not wanting to draw wandering eyes either. So she drew back but kept his hand in hers. He smiled at her. His strong face and beautiful features made her want to stare at him forever. But his eyes were dark and they boiled with things that she couldn't know. And as she turned to lead him back in the house she couldn't see the look of need in his face. It was a possessive hunger that ravaged him when she touched him and the need to make her his own.

They walked into the village together to see Quetsiyah. Ottavia was almost skipping from excitement. Her friends had left for an entire year and they had just returned. Ottavia couldn't wait to hear about what they had learned and what they had seen. Ottavia was sometimes jealous of them because they could wield magic. She had tried and tried but her spirit refused to pick the magic up. They were so powerful and could accomplish anything they wanted and Ottavia was just ordinary. She didn't mind enough to complain about it. When she really thought about it she rather liked being regular. She didn't have to worry about things that her friends did and she lived a simple and happy life.

"I brought you back a present." Silas said smiling as her eyes lit up.

"You didn't have to do that Silas. I would have been content to see you and Quetsiyah home safely." But she turned her head expectantly to him. He chuckled at her and ran his fingers across her cheek.

"Patience; my lovely Ottavia, patience." They continued to walk and when Ottavia saw Quetsiyah wave at her from a distance she let go of Silas' hand and ran to her. She embraced Quetsiyah who squeezed her tight and smiled. Ottavia though Quetsiyah was the most beautiful woman she had ever met. Her deep olive skin and sharp green eyes and her thick straight brown hair pulled back neatly.

"I've missed you so." Ottavia said kissing her friends forehead. "You two are never allowed to leave me again." She giggled and wrapped her arms around Quetsiyah again.

"Any interesting male suitors since we have been away?" Quetsiyah asked her with a devious smile. Silas walked up behind them and Quetsiyah gave him a wink.

"Everything here is so boring without you two." Ottavia complained. "Jonathan has asked me to marry him but I have yet to give him an answer."

"Such a good looking man." Quetsiyah teased Ottavia. Not that Jon wasn't a strapping man; he was. Every girl in there little village wanted to wed him and bare his children. Ottavia wasn't repulsed by him and he was a very nice man to be sure. They had grown up together and when he had asked her father for her hand she was surprised. But even though her father had told him yes Jon had come to Ottavia and told her it was her decision and he would not force her. It was a kind gesture and Ottavia would most likely accept though she didn't love him. Her father would never approve of the man she was in love with.

"Indeed." Ottavia replied to Quetsiyah. "He is strapping man with a kind heart. He has been more than generous by allowing me time to think about it. Though I think my father's head shall explode if I don't answer promptly." They laughed together but Silas stood still a frown hardening his face. Ottavia refused to acknowledge it. She had loved him from childhood. She saw the way he looked at her from time to time and yet there was nothing that could be done about it. Her family would not accept her if she chose a warlock and Silas had no money of his own to speak of so she would smother her feelings and do as she was supposed to.

"Well you had better answer him then." Quetsiyah said giving Ottavia a kiss on her forehead. "I must go see my family but come call on me tomorrow and I shall tell you what I saw on my travels." She waved as she walked away. She and Silas walked around before he offered to walk her back home. He was silent on the way home. Brooding in self-pity; Ottavia had seen it before.

"What is it Silas?" He didn't even look at her. "Come on, out with it. I can't stand to see you in such a mood." He stopped then and took her roughly by the shoulders. "Ow, Silas you're…"

"You can't seriously be considering being betrothed to the idiot Jon." He said darkly. She rolled her eyes at him and tried to pull away but he held her tight.

"Jon isn't an idiot Silas. What would you have me do? He is a good man. He makes decent wages. My father…" But before she could finish his mouth came down on hers. He kissed her greedily. He was making it clear that no one was supposed to touch her but him. She fought it for the first couple second completely embarrassed that he would touch her this way. But his mouth poured over hers and she couldn't deny that she had dreamed about this so she let him. He kissed her eyes and her neck and her mouth again. When he was done she looked around.

"You're lucky no one was around to see that Silas' or I would be the ruin of the town." She shook him off and started walking again. Hoping she wasn't walking as dizzily as she felt. He grabbed her again.

"You are mine." He said into her ear. It made her shiver. It wasn't a romantic gesture. It was a statement; one that he was daring her to challenge.

"I belong to none but myself." She said trying to pull away. He squeezed her arms tighter and when she flinched from the pain he let her go and fell to his knees. She walked away from him quickly.

"Ottavia, Quetsiyah and I have found something wonderful." He pleaded with her. She stopped but not out of curiosity. Her heart still trembled and she fought the urge to place her fingers on her lips. "It is a powerful magic." He said as she turned to look at him

"Is it dark magic?" Ottavia asked him. He looked down and she knew the answer. Each of her friends had sworn to her that they wouldn't dabble in dark magic. Though she knew the line between good and evil was blurred a bit she knew how she felt about that sort of magic. "You know how I feel about that Silas." He looked up at her.

"It would make up Immortal Ottavia. We could live forever together." His voice cracked as he looked at her his eyes went dark and a smile crept up his face. She stared at him shocked and her body began to shake in fear.

"No, Silas that isn't natural. It would upset the balance of nature. I do not wish to live forever." She said backing away.

"You are mine." He said again. "You would be able to live forever with me. We would be the strongest species. We could have power over those lesser than us." He stood and walked toward her.

"Listen to yourself. I do not wish to watch my family age and die while I stay this way forever. I love you Silas but I do not love this part of you. I love my family and I do not wish to roam the earth for eternity." She shook her head at him. His face contorted in anger. With every shake of her head she was denying him what he wanted. "I will not. I never shall. You could not ever convince me that this is the path I should take."

He almost looked defeated but then his mouth twisted back into a wicked smile. He reached her and she was paralyzed. She couldn't move.

"Stop it Silas." She yelled at him. They weren't far from her house and she hoped someone would hear her.

"We should visit your family." It's been such a long time since I've seen them. He put her hand on her back and forced her to walk. Though she fought it every step of the way he was much stronger than she was and he was compelling her.

"Please Silas" she begged him her tears mixing with the perspiration dripping down her face. But he paid her no mind and when they reached the front door he threw it open. Her mother was sitting at the table with her three siblings; all older than her and all three boys. She used to have three older sisters and one more brother but three had been taken by fever and the oldest sister had left five years ago. Three boys stood up as they saw Ottavia crying and staring at them in fear. Their father ushered them to sit down and turned to Silas coolly.

"Silas. It has been some time since we have seen you around here my boy. To what do we owe the pleasure?" Silas turned to him and immediately the man fell over convulsing. Ottavia fell to her knees reaching for him.

"Stop! Stop this." He mother cried looking at Silas. Her eldest brother stood up and scrambled for Silas. He froze and clutched at his throat. They all watched in horror as his face turned different shades of blue and he finally fell to the floor.

"Silas please." Ottavia begged turning to him and grabbing his shirtfront. "Stop. Please stop."

"If these are the people holding you back from me then I will not hesitate to kill them all." He said coldly. Then Ottavia saw. Silas was gone. This was no longer the boy who teased her when she was younger. It was no longer the boy who used to wear her daisy chains to make her smile. He wasn't her friend any longer. He was something she couldn't recognize.

"I'll go with you." She said shooting glances at her brothers to make sure they were staying where they were. "I'll live with you forever. I will be yours. Promise to leave them alone my dear I beg of you."

"You'll stay with me?" He said eyes clearing up and smiling at her almost like a child who won in a fit of rage. "Forever?" he asked

"Yes. Forever I will be yours." She promised.

After she had got Silas to leave she promised she would come to him tomorrow. She turned and found her family leaning over her brother. Except her father who lay in the corner. They all stared at her in horror.

"Your father told you no good would come of you befriending that warlock." Her mother sobbed. She looked back at them all knowing they could never forgive her for this. And knowing that she would never forgive herself.

"I am so very sorry." She walked to her brother that lay on the ground. His skin had already gone cold.

"Until we meet again." She kissed him on the cheek and walked over to her father. She took his hand and began to cry. "You were right father. I am so sorry. Sorry wont undo what has been done but I shall say it all the same." She kissed his cheek and stood up. Her mother cried and embraced her.

"I have to go now." Ottavia said not able to stare at the two bodies any longer. "I didn't mean… I didn't know." Both her brothers kissed her cheek. They knew that there was nothing that they could do; nothing against Silas. So they let her go. And she ran.

She ran down the path tripping a few times because of the dark. She ran into the village and she didn't stop until she reached Quetsiyah's house. She found the window that looked into her room and tapped on it slightly. Her friends smiling face appeared in the window. It reminded Ottavia of how she used to do this with her as a child. They snuck into each other's rooms often. Quetsiyah pointed toward the front door. As soon as Quetsiyah came out Ottavia grabbed her.

"You have to stop him!" She yelled at her. Quetsiyah looked at her in shock. "He killed my father and brother Quetsiyah. He wants to make me immortal. He wants to be with me forever you must stop him." Her friend's eyes went wide and then anger flashed over her face followed by betrayal. But she took her friend and held her tight.

"There, there." Quetsiyah calmed her "I'll take care of it my friend."

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Otto stared into the eyes of the man that she had never recognized. She searched for the boy that she had loved but he had been dead for a very long time. The girl that had loved that boy had been dead for a long time.

"Ottavia?" Silas asked stepping back almost as if he had shot. He stared at her. He stepped forward and touched her, his fingers brushing her cheek. She shivered and stepped away.

"Silas." She said back to him. "How have you been doing?"

"What?" he asked her still looking at her as if she would disappear.

"How have you been?" She asked him again.

"I was locked in a box for two thousand years." He said regaining his faculties. "You wouldn't have known about that would you?" He asked her now narrowing her eyes.

"Me? Nope not a thing." She shuffled her feet. "Just found Stefan recently and he had been helping me find you." Not a lie. Shoe thought but not the whole truth.

"You were trying to find me?" he asked disbelieving. He pointed to Stefan. "He was helping you find me? And it has taken you two-thousand years?" Otto hopped up on her tip-toes and kissed him.

"Yep some minor complications. Tell you about it in the car. You haven't got Katarina by chance do you?"