Chapter 56: Echoes of the Past
1112 AD
Dozens of candles flickered around the room, illuminating the plush bed draped in silk sheets and pillows. Evangeline's hair spread out across her pillow like a halo, glowing gold in the soft light. William couldn't help but twist a strand of it around his finger as he laid beside her.
"I wish you hadn't become one of The Five," she said. "Then you wouldn't have these silly vampire hunting missions and you could stay here with me."
"As much as I'd love to stay, nothing is more important to me than keeping you safe," he said, stroking a soft strand of her hair.
"If the elders would just see reason, I could protect us all." According to their history, she used to fight alongside her people.
"Not without revealing what you are. They've worked diligently to hide you from the witches. You're nothing more than a fairytale to them at this point." Rolling so he was hovering over her, her chest pressing against his, he felt her heave an unsteady breath at his unexpected move. "I won't let these creatures of the night reveal who you are to the other supernaturals. I won't let them use you."
"You're supernatural now too," she breathed out, her gaze trapped in his.
"I would never use you." He traced her pink lips with his fingers. "Besides, if your trick with my sword works, we can replicate it and be rid of the creatures and any others who come for us or you."
"And if I demand you stay here and use your sword for other things." Reaching down she found his sword at the ready, stretching against his leather pants.
"Not the sword I was referring to, nor the trick." He said, his gaze darkening as he bent his head to capture her lips in a kiss she readily accepted. "And I don't want to raise any suspicions."
"I'm the High Priestess. Shouldn't I get to decide who I lie with? Who I marry?" It wasn't fair how the elders insisted she remain detached. As though love would ruin her. If it could, she was already ruined.
"It's precisely because you're the High Priestess the elders will never agree to us. We've risked enough already. I'm surprised they haven't noticed how you've played favorites with me." He'd risen in ranks faster than most. Especially when he wasn't even an amplifier.
"It's not playing favorites if you're easily as good as ten knights."
"And your experiment with my sword?" He asked, making her lips tilt up in a smirk. "My actual sword."
She knew what he'd been referring to. She just enjoyed the way his dark eyes burned when she misinterpreted.
"I want to keep you safe," she said, reaching up to trace her fingers along the course stubble along his cheek.
"But I'm supposed to be protecting you, Eva." Her life was worth far more than his.
She rolled her eyes as she always did when he mentioned her needing protection. Her non-verbal way of saying she could protect herself. He opened his mouth to assure her he knew she could handle herself but released a sigh instead when the bells outside rang in the hour, vibrating against the stone walls. Their time was up.
"I have to go."
"Just promise me you won't be gone so long this time." Her eyes, blue as a clear summer's day, besieged him.
"I'll do my best." Searing her lips with one last kiss, he rose from her bed, adjusting himself before leaving through the servants quarters the way he'd come.
…
In the seconds before Klaus snapped her neck, Charlotte feared it wouldn't be the first time tonight she'd have to suffer death. She didn't know what controlled where she went when she died. She only knew she wasn't restricted to going to the Other Side where she died. Each time Celeste killed her, she'd gone to different places, different sides of the Other Side. And then there was the time she went wherever her dad was. No matter how many times she had to die tonight, she wouldn't stop until she found answers. Someone on the Other Side had them.
"I'm not sure this is as productive as you made it out to be," Klaus said when Charlotte came back a third time without any answers. "And it's almost sunrise."
"Just give me one more chance. Please." She wasn't ready to give up.
With a heavy sigh, Klaus reached out for her head once more. Bracing himself, he closed his eyes until her neck cracked and her head went limp in his hands. He wasn't sure why, but it got harder to kill her each time she asked.
Charlotte opened her eyes to find herself in an extravagant room. A stone fireplace stood opposite a large silk-covered bed whose frame shined like it was made of gold. An intricately designed area rug covered most of the stone floor. Turning in a circle, she paused when she saw a young woman curled up on a lounge by the window. Her blonde hair almost glowed in the sunlight filtering in from the window.
"Excuse me," Charlotte called out, but the woman didn't turn. Sighing, she crossed the room until she stood in front of the woman, but she still didn't acknowledge her. Charlotte still didn't understand why sometimes people could see her, while others couldn't.
"Great. I suppose you're not going to be much help," she sighed. So much for her theory. If only she could control where she went when she died.
The rapid tolling of bells had them both glancing out the window. They meant more to the woman than Charlotte, as she quickly abandoned the papers she'd been reading and rose from the lounge. Charlotte couldn't move out of her way fast enough, and when they should have collided, Charlotte's skin tingled and a shudder went through her body. Just like with the dark-haired woman with the rosary, she found herself absorbed into the blonde woman.
Her feet skittered across the floor, moving swiftly through the maze of empty hallways. Taking a passageway hidden by a tapestry, she ended up in the corner of a large room filled with men and women dressed in leather armor. Several large, unlit chandeliers hung from the ceiling. Natural sunlight illuminated the room, filtering in from windows set high above them. Pushing through the crowd, she climbed the steps to the Dais where several chairs sat. The one in the center sat empty, but the chairs on either side were filled with older men and women in black robes and varying states of gray peppering their hair.
Straightening out her dress, she took the center seat then combed her fingers through her hair to smooth it out. Noticing the shrewd look from the nearest robed woman, she stilled her fidgeting. Her heart soared when the doors to the hall opened, her gaze sweeping over the men entering. It stuttered in her chest when she counted four, not five. William was missing.
Other members of the guard followed them in, several dragging a large wooden box behind them, the others carrying a figure shrouded in white sheets. Digging her trembling hands into her skirts when the guard knelt before her, a mangled sob escaped through her pursed lips when they voiced her worst fear.
"William fought valiantly, till the very end."
Rising Shakely from her seat, her legs unsteady beneath her, tears streaked silently down her cheeks as she descended the dais.
"Evangeline," one of the elders behind her chided, but she no longer cared about appearances.
"Let me see him," she ordered when two of the guards moved to bar her from him. Her voice rang with authority, and for the first time they listened to her without looking to the elders.
Kneeling beside him, she gently peeled back the sheet to reveal his pallid face. Resting her hand against his cold cheek, she leaned down and pressed her forehead against his.
"I'll see you in another life, my love," she whispered, her tears dripping onto his cold skin.
"Your eminence," one of the other four remaining stepped towards her. "We must move forward with the hunt. You must choose the hunting party, for his potential replacement."
No one could take his place. Her heart would forever be a barren wasteland without his love. But she knew they didn't mean it in that way. No, they didn't care about William's death. They only cared about the Brotherhood, and the Brotherhood must always have five.
"Show me the one who killed him," she said, rising to her feet.
One of the four motioned towards the group lining the walls. Someone pulled the ropes holding back the heavy curtains, purging the room into darkness until one by one the sconces along the walls illuminated the hall.
Opening the side of the wooden box they'd drug in, a man exploded out of it, his eyes wide and his head covered in dry blood. She stepped forward, but hands on her arms halted her before she got too close. The creature was prone to lash out now more than ever.
"It spent the journey back banging it's head against the box," the man at her right elbow said, noticing her gaze.
"Candidates, line up so she may make her choice," the scratchy voice of one of the elders commanded. Boots shuffled against the stone floor as several men with the mark on their hands stepped forward.
The men beside her released her arms and one of them slipped William's sword in her hand so she could knight those she chose for the hunt. Her fingers traced over the smooth metal of the hilt, pausing on the raised design of the Hunter's mark. The tip was still stained with blood. Had it failed him in his last moments? Had she? Did her experimentation cause him to use it instead of a stake to fight back, its failure costing him his life? Her hand tightened around the hilt.
"There will be no hunt tonight." She would not let William's murderer's suffering be cut short for the sake of tradition. The contest to decide who would 'take his place' would have to be postponed until further notice.
"Your Eminence?" The Hunter to her right asked.
"I will not shorten the creature's suffering for the sake of tradition," She said, dropping the sword to the floor with a clatter. "No new hunter shall be inducted this moon cycle."
"Evangeline, you're being unreasonable," the cold high-pitched voice of Moira, the oldest of the elders, said.
"And you're being disrespectful." She rounded on the elders, her eyes falling on the sheet covering her beloved. "William deserves a proper burial, and a proper mourning period. The creatures of the night are not going anywhere. The prospective Hunters can hunt them down next month."
"Ridiculous. He was just one of the Five. We must replace him now if we're to keep the small foothold we have." Moira's shrewd gaze dared her to deny he was anything more. She knew. Perhaps Evangeline showed her hand tonight, but she had a feeling the elder suspected before her emotional outburst.
"Choose whoever you deem worthy, then. It's not as though you care what I say unless I echo your own opinions." Gathering up her skirts, she stalked past William's lifeless body and the dais where the elders sat, not stopping until she was free from the suffocating hall.
…
Sitting beside Charlotte's lifeless body, Klaus checked his watch for the fifth time. His foot tapped against the floor and he glanced back down at her. She hadn't taken so long to come back before. Reaching out he pressed his fingers against her pale wrist. Still no pulse.
Caroline had just managed to fall back asleep after her mom left for work when Rebekah burst into her room looking for Charlotte.
"She's sleeping with you. Remember," she grumbled, pulling the covers up to her chin.
"But she's not in my room." Her side of the bed had been neatly made and cold. As though she hadn't even used it. "I don't think she slept there at all."
Peeking out from the edge of the covers, Caroline sighed when she saw true worry in Rebekah's eyes. Flinging the covers off, she padded across the floor.
"She's probably in Jeremy's room." Leading the way down the hall, Caroline knocked softly on Jeremy's bedroom door before creaking it open. The room was dark, and the hall light trickled across the bed, startling Jeremy awake.
"What the hell?" He asked, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. "What time is it?"
"Did Charlotte spend the night in here?" Rebekah asked, cutting right to the point.
"Lottie? No. Her mom would freak if she tried." Lottie wouldn't risk getting caught and being grounded again. Not when the risk of getting caught was so high. "Why?"
"Rebekah's lost her," Caroline said. Sitting up straighter, Jeremy looked more awake.
"She makes tea when she can't sleep," he reminded Caroline as he glanced at his phone for the time. Five am: too late for going back to sleep, but too early to get ready for school. "And she dances when she wakes up too early."
"Maybe she found somewhere downstairs to dance," Rebekah said.
They split up when they reached the first floor. Rebekah started towards the back of the house, poking her head in each room before pausing outside Klaus' art room. There was a light shining from underneath the door. She doubted if he let Charlotte in his precious art room, but perhaps he'd seen her when he came down to paint.
"Klaus, have you seen," Rebekah paused in the doorway, her hand still on the doorknob as she took in Klaus sitting on the floor beside Charlotte. "Please tell me she's sleeping."
Her voice sharpened when she noticed the awkward angle of Charlotte's neck.
"This isn't what it looks like," he insisted, rising to his feet and holding his hands out defensively. He knew that murderous look in his little sister's eyes all too well.
"It looks like you killed Charlotte," she hissed.
"I did, but in all fairness, she asked me to. Begged me, even."
"Right, and why would she do that?" she asked.
"She'll have to explain that when she comes back to. She didn't take so long the first few times."
"You killed her more than once?!"
Rebekah stalked towards her brother, pushing the door the rest of the way open in the process. She stopped when Charlotte sucked in a large breath. Abruptly sitting up, her hands rested on her neck and tears streamed down her face. Rebekah and Klaus instantly went to her, helping her up onto the couch pushed against the side wall.
Charlotte's heart ached with a hollow sadness she could only equate to when Jeremy was missing, and her father died. Remnants of the emotions of the woman she'd merged with in death. She hadn't known the man the woman mourned, and yet she found herself mourning his death.
"Lottie, what's wrong?" Jeremy immediately went to her when Caroline and him poked their heads in the room after searching the rest of the house for her.
Rising shakily to her feet, she launched herself at Jeremy, clinging to him. His arms twisted around her, his left hand cradling her head. His embrace had her tears slowing to a stop and calmed her soul deep turmoil.
"Did you find out anything useful?" Klaus asked. He didn't like the audience they now had and their predicted responses to discovering he'd killed Charlotte multiple times throughout the night, but he needed to know if she found a way to help his brother.
"What is he talking about?" Jeremy whispered in Lottie's ear. He tried to pull back to see her face, but she only clung tighter to him.
She knew she had to answer Klaus and tell the others what they'd spent the night doing, but she couldn't tear herself away from Jeremy.
"Charlotte?" Caroline asked.
"My brother killed her multiple times throughout the night for some ungodly reason," Rebekah answered for her.
Jeremy tensed beneath her grip. Caroline's face screwed up, the black veins beneath her eyes visible as it morphed into her vampire one.
"Don't be mad at Klaus," Charlotte said, pulling away from Jeremy and holding her hand out towards her sister. The cotton of Jeremy's t-shirt tickled her fingers, her only warning before he moved past her and lunged at Klaus.
"Jeremy, stop. I asked him to do it," she shouted. Jeremy didn't stop. His first punch hit Klaus in the jaw before Klaus reached out and restrained his wrists.
"Why would you do that?" Caroline asked. Her gaze on Charlotte, the veins disintegrated until her face was back to normal.
"Please desist and listen to your girlfriend," Klaus said as Jeremy struggled against his grip, surprising Klaus when he pulled free and aimed a second punch to his gut.
"I did it for Kol," Charlotte answered Caroline. "I figured somewhere on the Other Side there had to be a Hunter or a vampire who knew how to end the curse. Dying was the only way I could communicate with either of them."
Turning away from her sister and towards Klaus and Jeremy, she rested her hand on Jeremy's shoulder.
"Jeremy, please, it wasn't his idea."
"It doesn't matter who thought of it, he still went through with it." Jeremy sent another fist flying towards whatever part of Klaus he could hit, but it didn't have the strength his previous hits had.
"Are you using your powers on me?" He asked, momentarily pausing in his attack. Lottie took the opportunity to slide in the space between him and Klaus.
"I'm fine," she insisted when his gaze met hers. "I promise."
"Can we circle back to if your little experiment was successful?" Klaus asked before they got lost in each other's eyes.
Charlotte closed her eyes, running through everything she'd seen, everything she'd experienced. Creases formed across her forehead at the flood of despair that hit her at William's death and quickly skimmed over that part. She couldn't focus on her feelings—the woman's feelings—she needed to focus on the surroundings.
"A vampire killed a hunter," she said, recalling the creature stepping out of the box. The woman had referred to it as a creature of the night. The men said it banged its head against the inside of the box while traveling. Trying and failing to kill itself.
"It triggered the curse."
"Right, we already know that," Klaus interrupted. "How did they end the curse?"
Charlotte shushed him, going through the scenes in her head. It was easier not to get caught up in emotions if she thought of it as a movie. The cruel looking elder had mentioned a hunt to replace the fallen Hunter, to replace William. There were several men she was to choose from who had a mark on their hands. The woman, Evangeline, she wanted to postpone the hunt. Something about shortening the vampire's suffering. Did that mean the curse would end if the hunt took place? Were they to hunt down the vampire who killed William and the first to kill him would become his successor? Or were they hunting other vampires?
"I'm not sure," she admitted. "Either by killing the cursed vampire, or when a new hunter succeeds the one who was killed."
"Kol can't be killed, and even if he could, that wouldn't be an option," Rebekah said.
"I wasn't suggesting that." Of course Charlotte didn't want to kill Kol. She was trying to end his suffering, not end his life.
"Well it can't be the latter, as we already have a successor for the dead Hunter." Klaus gestured towards Jeremy.
"Maybe he hasn't succeeded the other Hunter yet." In her death-dream several men had the mark of the Hunter on their hands, and none of them were named successor. There was to be a hunt. And hunting meant killing. "I think he might have to kill a vampire to succeed the last Hunter and take his place."
"Is that all. Somebody give me a stake, I'll kill Damon right now," Jeremy said, making Lottie crack a small smile as he'd intended. She'd looked much too solemn.
"That might not be as easy as you think. He's an annoying ass who deserves it, but he's got decades on you," Rebekah said. "And if you are in supernatural limbo, your ring might not protect you if he kills you."
"She's right. With no training, a newbie vampire would be more your speed." Klaus didn't want Jeremy to get himself killed before breaking Kol's curse. "Leave it to me. I'll let you know when you're needed."
"You can't just turn an innocent person for slaughter," Charlotte said, making him pause.
"On the contrary, I can." He didn't like being told what he could or couldn't do. "And there's rarely anyone who is completely innocent."
Charlotte glanced at Jeremy, noticing the tense set of his shoulders. She knew he'd kill whatever vampire Klaus brought to save Kol, and she also knew it would weigh heavy on his conscious.
"Couldn't you turn some guy on death row or something?" Someone who had done terrible things and whose life was over already. She didn't really love the idea of killing someone, twice, but if they had to do so to cure Kol and keep Jeremy alive, they could at least kill a criminal.
"That would take more time and effort."
"Please," she said, not letting herself hope it would sway him. It wasn't as if he cared about her opinions. Still, she thought they'd come to some sort of understanding throughout the night of playing kill and be killed.
"Fine," Klaus sighed. She'd sacrificed her life multiple times for his brother, he could grant her this request.
"South Carolina has capital punishment," Caroline said. "We can go there first."
"You're coming with me?" Klaus hadn't thought she'd condone turning a human unnecessarily, regardless who it was.
"Someone has to make sure you keep your word. I'm driving." Klaus opened his mouth to contradict her, but she raised her pointer finger at him. "You killed my sister multiple times last night. You have some major brownie points to win back."
"I'll be waiting in the foyer with the keys." He ducked his head before turning to leave.
"Don't think I'm okay about you sacrificing yourself either," Caroline said before pulling Charlotte into a hug. "I understand why you did it, but I hate it anyways."
"Want some company on the road trip?" She asked, changing the subject.
"No, one of us has to go to school. Mom will freak if we both miss. And she'll definitely freak if you go out of state without telling her, again."
"Don't worry, I'll make sure the school doesn't call your mom about your absence," Rebekah said with a smile. "It's been a while since I've compelled someone."
…
School dragged on in a boring blur. All Charlotte could think about was Kol and if Klaus and Caroline had made it to South Carolina. Jeremy seemed to be in a similar state, there physically but not mentally, whenever she looked at him. That was, until History class. The sub enthusiastically greeted them, introducing himself as Atticus Shane, the new professor of occult studies at Whitmore next semester, then through the syllabus out and went into an eccentric lecture on the history of the occult. Charlotte shared a nervous glance with Jeremy, recalling their previous encounter with a college professor of occult studies.
"Today we will discuss the Brotherhood of the Five," he said, making Jeremy and Charlotte catch the other's eyes a second time.
He launched into the basics, much of which they already knew, making it easy to pretend to be disinterested in the subject. It became harder when he strayed from the version of the story they'd previously heard.
"Most scholars believe the Brotherhood was created by a vengeful, heartbroken witch seeking to be with him forever in the afterlife she created. Half a decade ago I would have too, before I found the record of another supernatural class, one that quite successfully remained nothing more than a fantastical story even to those who believe in the occult. Amplifiers."
Charlotte pressed her pen harder against her notebook, ripping a tiny hole in her doodles. Her hand itched to raise and ask a torrent of questions, but she didn't want to call attention to herself. Thankfully, her classmates seemed much more invested in the occult than regular history. Unfortunately, there wasn't much Shane could tell them about Amplifiers other than the threadbare story he'd found carved in a now-dead language on a rock in Scotland.
"These carvings suggest Silas' immortality was the result of a coven of witches wanting to create a weapon strong enough to force the Amplifiers and their leader, referred to simply as the High Priestess, to do their bidding.
"Then why was he imprisoned?" A boy sitting in the back of the classroom who rarely ever spoke during class asked.
"Not all witches agreed with the coven who created him. There was one witch who worked to create a balance to nature, a group of men able to end even his immortal life. She believed no one was meant to live forever.
"The Brotherhood?" A girl to Jeremy's left asked.
"Yes, the Brotherhood. She offered to make some of the members of the Amplifier's village, both Amplifiers and humans, into a group of hunters impervious to Silas' powers. To make them strong enough to kill an immortal being. Three Amplifiers volunteered to trade their power for those of the hunter, and two humans completed the pentagram. They became the Brotherhood of the Five, destined to protect their people from Silas.
When the coven discovered her intentions, they hid Silas in an effort to preserve him. Buried on an island in a remote cave, they were able to pull on his strength and call on his powers by slicing their palms and letting their blood trickle through the rocks and down to him."
"So, what did the Brotherhood do? Did they ever find him?" Another classmate asked.
"They had a map to find him tattooed on their skin when they were inducted, but no, the still haven't found him. Their goal to end Silas and his followers faded into the background when another witch created other supernatural creatures of the night, more commonly known as vampires."
At the word 'vampire' the whole class erupted in excited murmurings. Hands rose in the air, but the bell rang before Shane could call on any of them. Shoving her notebook into her bag, Charlotte followed the throng of reluctant students towards the door, only for Shane to call out to her and Jeremy, asking them to hang back.
"I noticed neither of you participated in today's discussion," he said, moving around the front of the desk and leaning against it.
"We don't really believe in all that hocus pocus mumbo jumbo," Jeremy said.
"I find that hard to believe," Shane said. "Seeing as you're one of the Five and she's an Amplifier."
Jeremy's backpack fell to the floor with a thud and with two steps he had his hands around Shane's throat. Shane's relaxed smile unnerved him, as did his gaze sliding to Charlotte.
"Don't look at her," Jeremy said, squeezing a little tighter.
"Jeremy," Charlotte said, her gaze flitting to the open classroom door. The hall was abuzz with students milling around. He could get caught. "Someone might see."
Reluctantly he released his grip on Shane and moved closer to Charlotte.
"You're protective, it's only natural." Bonnie had filled him in on their history together. "Tell me, have you completed the transition to a full fledge Brother?"
"Why? Want to know how hard it's gonna be to kill me?" Jeremy asked, clenching his fists.
"Why on earth would I want to kill you?" Shane asked, looking honestly confused at the question.
"That's what the last occult studies professor tried to do."
"Ah, I suspected the fire in Rodriguez' office wasn't entirely an accident." He nodded his head absently. "Shame you went to him for answers. He's old fashioned, believes in the outdated version of the Brotherhood. But, as you've heard today, I believe in a different theory. So, you have nothing to fear from me."
"Death isn't always the greatest evil someone can do," Charlotte said, echoing Kol's repeated sentiments. He should know, being immortal.
"An interesting point," Shane pointed at her, looking every bit the professor approving a student's inquisitiveness.
The warning bell rang out, and the hallway traffic outside the door thinned to only a few stragglers.
"We're going to be late," Charlotte said, reaching down and picking up Jeremy's backpack. "Thanks for the unique history lesson today. Good luck at Whitmore."
She didn't really want to turn her back to him, but she couldn't avoid it with the door on the other side of the room.
"Before you kill a vampire to become a full fledge Hunter, you might want to ask yourself if it's worth the path it will set you on."
Neither acknowledge they'd heard him, but they would. With Charlotte's sister a vampire, Jeremy's uncontrollable desire to kill any and all vampires will force them to remember this conversation. They'll come to him for answers and a solution. He just had to be patient.
A/N: I hope you all enjoyed this chapter and that it clarified some things from the last chapter. I also hope I didn't go too info-dumpy with it. I tried hard not to, but I'm not sure I succeeded. I'm sure I also triggered more questions while providing some answers, and I'd love to hear all your theories!
Onto Guest Review Responses
Gracie Linae: Your private messaging is turned off, but I wanted to tell you thanks for the review and I'm glad you're enjoying the story.
Starlight: Sorry if Caroline's reaction disappointed you? Don't worry, she'll give Klaus an earful on their road trip to find a baddie to turn into a vampire for Jeremy to kill. I enjoyed adding that touch about Kol only being calm around Charlotte and Jeremy. They way he trusts him fully after such little time of knowing them (in comparison with his siblings) should make his siblings realize they could do better. I can totally see Lottie gifting Kol something to represent their friendship, not sure what Kol would gift to Jeremy and her. Fingers crossed you like how I'm changing the brotherhood of the five. Not all the cards are revealed, but a huge chunk was in this chapter.
Oz: Klaus' default is jealous and bitter whenever he sees people who have a close relationship especially with his siblings. Don't worry, Klaus will eventually pull his head out of his ass and realize no one is trying to steal away his siblings affection. And that he needs to treat his siblings better if he expects the same devotion they show others.
To the guest wondering if I would consider doing a pairing with Kol: You mean in this story or a completely different story? I haven't decided yet if Kol will have a romantic interest in this story. I'm not opposed to writing a separate, unrelated Kol story with a love interest. My only reservation is I think he'd respond best to someone like Charlotte and I don't want to write a copycat of her. I'd have to consider what traits Kol's soulmate would have. And I might not be able to start it until after this story is different, so I can keep my OC's straight.
Mimi: To be honest, I currently don't have any plans whatsoever involving Elena and the Salvatore brothers. I'm slowly weaning them out of the story as they don't really have a stake in the plot right now. And I agree, Bonnie doesn't know what she's done by confiding the little she did in Shane voluntarily that led to him using herbal tea to get her to spill more details involuntarily.
Rach
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