When I open my eyes, I'm definitely not in my backyard. Instead I'm in a clearing in the forest. Firelight making everything starker, a pounding drum vibrating through my body, and the sounds of laughter and chanting in my ears. Clearly I've stumbled upon some kind of celebration. There is a group of people circling a large stone pit with a huge fire blazing. A few people on the outskirts of the clearing are playing crude versions of instruments I know today. Creating the beat that the people are dancing to. Someone walks right past me, and my eyes are glued to her face, Elena's face. Then I look at her clothes. She's wearing a short and clearly handmade brown gown her feet bare. That's when I notice everyone's clothes. Cursing under my breath I'm praying that this is only a vision, and I didn't somehow time travel. Gritting my teeth I focus knowing that there is a reason I was even brought here.

My eyes survey the people in the gathering once again finding who must be the Original Petrova. Making my way over to her I strain my ears for the sound of names or even a date. As I get closer to the Original Petrova I finally hear her name.

"Anya you came!" A small excitable girl squeals jumping up and leaping at, Anya.

Anaya laughs and nods her head, her eyes surveying the gathering. "You know I want to dance with Silas."

"And risk the wrath of Qetsiyah?" The girls asks both fear and admiration shining in her gaze.

Anya nods a determined look settling over her face. "Silas and Qetsiyah are not promised. He is free to dance with whomever."

"For now, can you dance with a friend?" The girl questions her hands on her hips.

Anya nods and the two instantly start swaying together to the beat of the music. My attention leaves them, but I make note of how Qetsiyah and Silas seem to have a sort of relation. Qetsiyah has claimed Silas, and Anya is willing to challenge that. I start roaming around the gathering searching for any sign of the two, and that's when I feel a sharp tug leading me towards the dark forest. Knowing that there is something I must see I follow the tugging. Which leads me to a well I know very well. Down there is a whole cave system, and that's where Silas was buried. Shuddering with the bad memories I jump down figuring that nothing can hurt me. Thankfully I was right and end up in the darkness. Instead of panicking like my mind knows I should be I just trust the tug. Eventually I stumble upon two figures with faces I know very well. Qetsiyah and Silas. Qetsiyah is in a dress mirroring what Anya had on. Though hers has some color and embellishment to it. With bright crystals along the bodice. Silas is in a brown vest and pants both of their feet bare.

"What do you want me to see?" Silas asks annoyance slipping into his voice though his face is that of amusement.

Qetsiyah just laughs him off resting her hand on his forearm. "Patience, trust me this is worth the wait."

Closing her eyes she mumbles under her breath quickly, and then light seem to shine from every rock in the cave. It's like the rocks are made of little flecks of light that are reflecting to give everything a mystical and romantic view.

"This is amazing." Silas whispers turning in a slow circle before looking back at Qetsiyah wonder on his face.

Qetsiyah looks at the ground suddenly bashful. Silas touches her chin lifting her head up. Slowly he brings his mouth to hers fitting their bodies together. Qetsiyah sinks into his embrace and runs her hands over his torso.

Before they can go much further, I'm suddenly whisked away from this scene and in a new one. It is daylight and Anya and Silas are walking side by side in the woods. Silas grabs onto her hand, and I can see the love in his eyes when he looks at her. Anya smiles back at him happiness practically making her glow. Silas leans close to her his lips brushing across her forehead.

"I have a plan." He whispers in her ear making her blush.

Anya turns to face him their noses now touching. "What is it?"

"We can become immortal. We'll love and live forever never growing older." Silas says his expression earnest.

She laughs him off patting his cheek. "Were such a thing possible. People would have already done it my love."

"You forget, they never had people like Qetsiyah and I." He retorts giving her a smug smile. "She told me that together we can make me immortal. Then I shall give it to you."

Anya looks at him with concern. "Does she know the true reason you wish for immortality?"

"I suppose so. Does it matter?" Silas asks shrugging his shoulders.

Anya shakes her head walking away from him. "You are toying with her heart. It is not smart Silas. If you are to gain immortality do it openly. Not with a falsehood."

"Fine. I shall talk to Qetsiyah. Gain my immortality, and then give it to you." Silas vows bending to kiss hand.

Once again I am whisked away now standing before a scene between Silas and Qetsiyah. Silas is breathing raggedly. Blood smeared all over him. The bodies of what looks like the whole village at his feet. A slight maniacal grin on his face. Qetsiyah stares at him equally horrified and angry.

"What have we done Silas?" She says staring down at the bodies at his feet.

Silas looks up at her still smiling. "It worked Qetsiyah you should be proud."

"How could I be proud of this? This is not natural, we will be punished. Nature needs balance. What we've done it isn't balance."

Silas blurs over to stand in front of Qetsiyah glaring at her. "You knew that this would go against nature when you helped me. It's too late to go back now Qetsiyah."

"I shouldn't have helped you." She whispers glaring down at the ground.

He uses his finger to lift up her chin making her look him in the eye. "But you did, and I thank you dear friend."

Silas blurs away, and Qetsiyah whimpers dropping to her knees. Her frame shakes and starts mumbling under her breath. Before I can even get close enough to hear her I'm whisked away once more.

Silas and Anya are in the forest together. Her glaring at him darkly arms crossed over her chest.

"You want to turn me into a blood drinking monster!" She shouts harshly.

Silas grabs her hand sighing when she jerks it away. "Anya please. I am the same man you love. I just happen to be faster, and have a slight change in appetite."

"Slight change." She mutters shaking her head. "You kill to survive, and you want to make me suffer through that. I don't even like meat!"

Silas grasps her hands not letting her jerk away from him. "I can't be without you Anya. I did this so that we could be together always."

"I would rather have a normal life. Than us be together like that." Anya replies.

Silas nods stepping away from her. "Then I will create a cure. And everything can be as it was. Just please don't give up on me."

"I could never turn from you Silas." Anya whispers turning to embrace him.

He clutches her tightly kissing the top of her head. My gaze leaves the lovers to zoom in on the watching Qetsiyah. Tears are still slipping from her face, but her eyes burn with hatred.

"It's done" Qetsiyah proclaims proudly holding up the small glass. "The cure is complete."

Silas beams at her picking her up and twirling her in the air. "What would I do without you?"

"You never told me why you wanted to create this Silas?" She says still smiling, but there's an edge to her voice that wasn't there before.

Silas shrugs. "I'm not sure immortality is for me. I'm thinking of going back living a simple life."

"It has always amazed me how good a liar you were. I used to laugh at the people who listened to your lies and believed them true. Never did I think I would be one of them." She says staring at him with a mixture of anger and acceptance.

Silas edges away from her dread filling his face. "What are you talking about Qetsiyah?"

"You lied to me!" Qetsiyah screams her frame quivering. "You said you wanted to be with me. That you loved me. But this, all of this was for her!"

Silas blurs so that he stands right in front of Qetsiyah. "I do love you dear friend, but Anya is my heart. She brings a light to me that you never could."

"I gave up so much for you Silas. We sacrificed so much! All for you to be with her forever, but now that she doesn't want you like this. You just want to turn around and make all of that sacrifice worth nothing. Have you ever thought about me? Do I get immortality? Do I get to be loved? Do you even care what happens to me because of you?" She demands tears filling her eyes as her voice gets softer.

Silas puts his hands on her shoulders. "I am sorry Qetsiyah, but you are not the one for me."

He turns to leave, but seems to be unable to move. Qetsiyah glares at his back slowly moving so that she in front of him. Her face is twisted with rage and pain.

Shaking her head she speaks in a menacing voice. "You used me Silas, and now you're going to pay."

A circle of fire is suddenly ignited around them, and Silas drops to the ground writhing in pain. Qetsiyah just stands over him muttering under her breath. Dark veins start to trace up her arms, and face her eyes turning into a cloudy white fog. When she stops speaking, Anya suddenly stumbles out from the forest looking like a puppet being led on a string. The fire parts so that she can enter the circle closing once she's in. Anya keeps moving until she stands right in front of Qetsiyah. Even though her emotions are controlled I can see the tremor wracking her body causing her to shiver violently. There is a satchel lying next to Qetsiyah and she stoops down to lay out all of her supplies.

She has a gauntlet, a small bottle, a Grimoire, and a knife. With mechanical precision she grabs Anya's arm and slices a cut across the skin. Allowing the blood to spill out and flow onto the ground expect there's a rock that it lands on instead. Then she cuts her own palm hissing as the blood leaves the wound. Closing her hand into a fist she starts chanting.

Then she turns to look at Silas, who has been staring at her in horror. "Remember Silas, you never cross a witch."

With that she plunges the knife into Anya's chest effectively killing the girl. Silas screams her name trying to move his body to crawl over to her. With a wave of her fingers Qetsiyah releases him allowing him to crawl to his dead love. He cradles her body tears pouring from his eyes gently rocking her. Whispering over and over how sorry he is, and that he should have listened to her.

After a long time of just rocking Anya's body he looks up at Qetsiyah. "Kill me."

"What's that?" Qetsiyah asks cupping a hand to her ear.

He swallows and clears his throat repeating, "Kill me."

"No, that would be easy. You know as well as I do what happens when a person dies. We all go to the afterlife. But if you die, then you get to be with Anya. And you deserve to suffer." Qetsiyah growls out squatting in front of him.

She waves her fingers again freezing him. Turning her back to begin chanting again. My mouth drops open as I realize she's creating the veil. The dark veins and white eyes come back to her. Blood slowly pouring out of her nose as she continues on. With a gasp she drops to the ground her body shivering terribly. Slowly the veins start to disappear. With ragged breathing Qetsiyah heaves herself up into a sitting position staring at Silas. With a wave of her hands he's mobile and wraps his hands around her throat.

"Give me one reason why I shouldn't kill you." He hisses out glaring at her in utter hatred.

She grins clearing her throat as his grip tightens. "If you kill me, you won't know why suicide would be pointless."

"What are you talking about?" Silas growls out dropping her to the ground.

Qetsiyah rubs her throat still with that little grin on her face. "Anya is dead, and she's where all normal people go. Now you and I aren't so normal. When we die we're going to go to the other side of this new thing called a veil. So even if you do take the cure, you won't be with her. Instead you'll get to see me. Ironic isn't it? Either an eternity alone feeding on the life essence of others, or an eternity with me. What will you choose?"

"I'd rather be alone than ever be with you." Silas hisses out blurring away from the clearing.

Qetsiyah stands up shaking her head; though, it's not in anger actually it looks more like amusement. She grabs the vial off of the ground that contains the cure. Walking towards the woods she starts humming.

This time Qetsiyah is alone in the cave where she made the lights happen. Except she looks older. Not by much maybe a year or two tops. There is also a small swell in her stomach. She is standing in a circle of fire chain and the cure in front of her. Her hands are outstretched as she continues, and in stumbles Silas.

"Qetsiyah, I would have thought that by now you'd forgotten me." Silas mutters glaring fiercely at her.

Qetsiyah turns to look at him her lips pursed as she stares at him. "Unfortunately someone who has caused me as much pain as you, is impossible to forget."

"Clearly you've moved on from your infatuation." He replies gesturing to her stomach.

She smiles faintly looking down. "I said impossible to forget not get over. I found a warlock from a visiting tribe. He helped me realize something Silas."

"What's your point Qetsiyah? I'm getting bored of this." Silas drawls out frowning at her.

Rolling her eyes she meets his gaze. "My point Silas, is that the warlock helped me realize, that you shouldn't exist. What we did was wrong, and I summoned you here to give you a chance. Either you take the cure and live out your life, or I'm going to stop you."

"Lower the veil and I will." Silas retorts.

She shakes her head. "The veil will remain, or my future punishment will not matter."

"Still as vindictive as ever. I'm not taking the cure until the veil is lowered Qetsiyah." He mutters crossing his arms over his chest.

Qetsiyah sighs and waves her hand drawing him closer. "Then I'm sorry."

She starts speaking a spell and Silas falls to the ground groaning. His skin starts to desiccate as his movements stop. When he is completely still Qetsiyah wraps the chain around him, and using another spell lifts him onto a stone slab in behind her. Snatching the cure off of the ground she places it on top of his body and rests her palm on his cheek. One tear escapes her eye and falls down onto his body. Bending slightly she kisses his forehead and then leaves the cave.