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Warning; the F word is used twice, so if you're uncomfortable with language, skip that part - I will mark before and after it happens.

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Previously on Everything Changes...

"I don't understand. I did what you told me. I did my part!" she screamed, trying to scramble backwards up the stairs.

He stood above her, his eyes dark. "And now I have to do mine."

She yelped in fear, scrambling up the stairs. He let her reach the top before lumbering up after her. Grabbing her by the hair, he shoved her down the stairs. Her body tumbled and flipped down, landing at the bottom with a sickening crack. Red blood caked her scalp, turning her blonde hair a sticky brick color. It pooled around her head like a halo, and he descended the stairs. His job was done.

Third Person POV

Alaric took his normal place at Mystic Grill's bar, sipping a glass of bourbon.

The dark raven haired man Alaric was hoping to avoid, walked up beside him, taking a seat.

Ric worked his jaw in annoyance. He wasn't sure if he could keep his cool around Damon, especially with bourbon swimming through his veins.

"Bourbon." Damon said, raising two fingers at the bartender, who nodded in acknowledgment.

"Behold the teacher." Damon said to Ric, nodding courteously at the bartender, who had just pushed him the glass. "Don't you have some papers to grade or something?"

Ric chuckled, still reigning in his anger. "It's, uh, more fun with a buzz."

"Well, most things in life are. Sober is depressing." Damon replied, his drink disappearing in one gulp. Ric watched him with a raised eyebrow. Stefan hadn't been kidding when he had said he was unstable right now.

"You don't strike me as somebody who gets depressed." he simply stated, and Damon mirrored Ric's previous expression.

"You say that like you know me."

Ric let out a breathy laugh. "Nope. Just a hunch."

They exchanged a long, tense look. Damon probably didn't even realize who he was, or even care, for that matter. Feeling his frustration resurface tenfold, he got up, placing his now empty glass on the table with a clunk.

"You have a good afternoon."

Damon tipped his glass as a good-bye. "Not likely."

Not too much longer after he left, Rudy, also known as Sheriff Bennett, appeared at his side, peering down at the man curiously.

"Damon Salvatore. Are you day drinking?"

Damon's eyebrows jutted into his hairline. "It's all the rage nowadays."

Sheriff Bennett chuckled lowly, shaking his head.

Crazy man.

"I need a favor."

"You ever been in love?" Damon suddenly asked, ignoring his request.

"Excuse me?" Bennett raised an eyebrow, and motioned at the bartender to cut off Damon's supply.

He was seemly oblivious to the Sheriff's motion. "Have you ever been so bent on someone, just to have your heart ripped out by them?"

"You forget my wife left me to raise my daughter on my own." he said dully, and Damon cocked his head to the side, jutting out his lip in a 'touche' sort of expression.

"Right." he waved at the bartender. "He'll have what I'm having."

Rudy nodded once, signaling that he actually did want one. Sitting down next to Damon, he turned to his friend.

"So, as I was saying Damon, there's a fundraiser here tonight that the Founder's Council is throwing. The town's most eligible bachelors get raffled off for dates, and, well, we're short a bachelor."

"Aren't you an 'eligible bachelor', Rudy?" Damon asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Eh, the council thought it best I didn't participate, which is completely fine with me. Wouldn't want to be bought off anyways."

Damon bobbed his head in agreement. "Is this what you do when there's no, um..." he lowered his voice, not so drunk as to blab out the word, vampires so everyone could hear. He was buzzed, not reckless. "Vampires? Organize bachelor raffles?"

Rudy laughed heartily.

"If only."

He thanked the bartender for his drink, and took a sip, making a face after he swallowed.

"It makes me almost miss the vampires. Look, you've been very helpful to this town, Damon. Most people don't know it, but I've heard some talking, and you're a catch. And...you're single, so eligible bachelor material."

Damon didn't look persuaded, and Rudy smiled encouragingly. "Oh, come on, Carol Lockwood won't let me live it down if I come back empty-handed."

The vampire thought for a moment and shrugged.

What the heck, why not?

"You know, a room full of women clamoring to win a date with me. Sounds tasty."

Rudy laughed in relief. "Great!" He drummed the table twice and took the last sip of his drink. "Thanks."

He began to get up, and Damon reached out and touched his shoulder. "One thing. Can you get information on someone for me? Alaric Saltzman, the history teacher. There's just something a little off about him, and I just – I just wanna make sure that the high school did their homework on this guy."

Rudy nodded, getting up. "Sure thing."

"Thanks." Damon smirked and took another swig of his drink before Rudy walked away.

~0~

Caroline's POV

By the time I arrived home, school was almost out, and Stefan was nowhere to be seen. I assumed Zach was at work as well, seeing as he couldn't be found either.

I went upstairs and was about to go into my room, when I heard a strange noise. Furrowing my brows, I paused outside my door, peering down the hallway towards Stefan and Damon's rooms.

"Hello?" I called, beginning to walk down the hall towards the noise. "Someone there?"

I paused outside of Damon's door, and the sound suddenly stopped. I pushed his door gently, and it creaked open.

Swallowing, I popped my head inside, looking around. A loud door slamming caused me to jump, and it was Damon's closet door that had made the noise.

My eyes scanned the room again, trying to find something out of place. Once I had decided that no one was there, I exited his room, and continued back to my own.

After taking off my shoes and slipping on a more comfortable pair of jeans, I sat on my window seat and stared out the window for a long while, occasionally writing about the day in my journal. I didn't want to write too much, as I was sure there would be more to come.

Dear Diary,

Elena and I went to her biological mother's best friend's house today. Her name is Trudie, and she was a bit strange, to say the least. She knew about vampires, that much I know for sure. Elena didn't get as big as a bad vibe off of her like I did, but she still admitted that her behavior was kind of antsy. Trudie didn't really shine any light on the whole missing mom situation. When I got home, I could have sworn that someone was in the house, but I looked around, and didn't find anyone, so I guess not. Maybe my imagination is playing tricks on me. Probably since I spend most of my time around sneaky vampires.

Anna's words are still playing in my mind. I scream and make big deal when I see one who isn't my friend, yet I live in a house with two of them. Maybe it would be best if Zach and I moved out. Or maybe just me. I'm sure someone wouldn't mind if I stayed with them for a while.

I'll finish this entry tonight, after the Bachelor Raffle.

I didn't bother to sign my name, as the entry wasn't finished quite yet. The pipes in the house squeaked, and it suddenly got quieter than it had been.

Had someone come home?

I was bad about drifting off when I wrote. Someone could probably break into my house and I wouldn't even notice.

"Stefan?" I asked, walking into the hall way. Damon's door was opened slightly, and I stuck my head in. "Damon? That you?"

"Even better, love." a voice purred. "Me."

Klaus walked out of the bathroom, his pants hanging dangerously low on his hips.

My eyes flickered down to the toned V line, and I forced myself to look back to his face.

"You look, uh."

"Dapper?" Klaus smirked. "Irresistible? Handsome?"

I scoffed in irritation. "You look drunk, and possibly even stoned. Have you even heard of shirts?" I gestured to his bare chest, and he chuckled.

"Yes, love. I know what a shirt is. And I'm not high, or drunk. I'm one of Mystic Falls' most 'eligible bachelors'."

I creased my brow, not expecting that from him. "Huh." I said, still trying to keep my eyes locked onto his face.

"Yep." he popped the p, and went back into the bathroom. He came back out with a shirt on, but it wasn't buttoned up yet.

"How are you doing?" I asked, gauging his reaction cautiously. I knew from stories that he was close with Chandra and perhaps even Katherine. But how close the two of them were, I wasn't exactly sure.

"I'm fine, love. Now Damon, on the other hand. Eesh." he assured me, but grimaced at Damon. "He was always a love sick fool."

When he saw that I was still there, he walked a few steps towards me. "So, love, what can I do for you? I'm a barrel of favors today. My newly found purpose – being uselessly helpful."

"Oh, uh, I just thought that you were Stefan, is all. I was going to talk to him about today, if Elena hadn't already."

"What happened today, love?" he asked, his eyes curiously narrowed.

He fiddled with his buttons, and then cursed under his breath. "Be a doll, and button these for me?"

He walked over to me, and I sighed, grabbing the front of his shirt. I lined up the buttons, making sure it was straight, before starting to button it up.

"Elena is trying to find her birth mother, a lady named Isobel."

Something flashed in Klaus' eyes, so fast I almost didn't catch it.

"I'm trying to find my dad, too." I continued, not commenting on what I thought I saw.

"Who cares, love?"

I scoffed, a bit hurt. "Uh, I do. I'd like to know the guy who-"

He smirked wolfishly. "Chill, love. I mean, he left you to live with-" he gestured to the house. "A house full a vampires. He sucks."

Klaus' brows furrowed and I turned around. Stefan was standing in the doorway, looking confused.

"Stefan." I said cheerfully, walking over to him. "Did you get filled in on what happened?"

I heard a gasp. "A party in my room, and I wasn't invited! Goodness gracious! How scandalous!"

Damon walked into his room, brushing past his brother, and making intense eye contact with Klaus.

Were they not getting along? I wondered.

"I need a bigger jacket." Damon mumbled, smoothing his shirt down over his chest. "Sheesh. Y'know, Stef, an occasional sorority girl might help ya, uh, help fill you a bit."

He grabbed a new jacket and left the room. Klaus glanced at Stefan and I before following.

"He's fine?" I said uncertainly, staring off at Damon. He seemed fine to me, but Stefan knew him better than I did. I was unsure of Damon most times; he could be hard to read.

"He's Damon, who knows." Stefan said seriously, and I agreed.

"Maybe all this 'heartache' will be good for him. Might actually remind him he has one, even if it hasn't beat in over a hundred years."

"I heard that Blondie!" I heard him shout from somewhere in the house, and Stefan chuckled.

"I'm sure not gonna hold my breath."

"So, did Elena fill you in?"

"About?" Stefan's expression became stony, and my eyes widened.

I explained to him about how we went any visited Trudie, and how she knew about vampires and vervain. Halfway through the conversation we moved into his room, and I sat on his bed, my legs folded up under me.

He was silent as I spoke.

"This is Alaric's wife, Caroline." he held out a small picture of a dark haired lady.

"That's Isobel!" I exclaimed, and I cocked my head to the side. "Ric gave that to you?"

"Everything he knows about us, he learned from her. He thinks...he believes that...Damon... killed her."

My mouth dropped open. "Oh, god. Does Elena know?"

He shook his head.

"You need to tell her, Stefan. I know you two aren't in the best place right now, and I'm sorry, but you don't have a right to keep something as big as this from her!"

He gnawed on his lip and avoided my gaze. "There's a lot Ric could tell Elena about Isobel, but I really need you to hold up on telling her about all this."

"I wasn't going to -" I started, but Stefan looked earnestly down at me.

"Caroline, I can see it in your eyes. You would have went straight to your phone after this, and told her. I know you."

I sighed in defeat, because he was right. "Why?"

"I don't know if Damon realizes who Isobel was and who Alaric is. And, I don't know how Elena will react when she finds out."

I looked down at the carpet before meeting his eyes. "Okay." I said softly, and got up, heading towards my room.

"You need a ride to the fundraiser?"

"Sure." Stefan said, smiling tightly.

I smiled in response before heading back to my room. I had an hour or two to kill until the fundraiser, might as well make dinner or something.

~0~

While I was in the kitchen, making a can of soup I had found in the pantry, I heard voices in the parlor.

I walked closer to the doorway of the kitchen, trying to hear what they were saying.

I only caught the last bit of Stefan and Damon's conversation.

"Did you kill her?" Stefan asked, and Damon was silent for a moment.

"Sorry. Don't know her."

Then it was silent, and I went back to the pot to turn off the heat, and spoon my minestrone soup into a mug.

I sat in library, curled up on the small loveseat by the biggest bookshelf.

I was eating my soup and reading the Scarlet Letter for school – er - trying to read it anyways, so far it was really boring and I couldn't get into it.

"Caroline." Zach said, walking into the room. "I thought I'd find you in here."

I glanced up, and let out a heavy breath in relief. "Thank god, a distraction." I tossed the book onto the side table. "I hate that book."

Zach chuckled, and came to sit next to me. "The Scarlet Letter." he winced. "I remember reading that my junior year."

I smiled and nodded, stirring my spoon into my once warm soup. I had eaten most of it, but there was still a fair amount of broth and seasonings floating around in the cup.

"Zach." I suddenly said. "Are you comfortable here?"

He frowned. "What do you mean?"

I smiled, shaking my head. "It's just something another vampire said to me." I paused. "She said, 'You make a big ruckus, shrieking and screaming. You even try to escape – but then you go right back to that house and live in a house full of what you run from.'"

"Well, she's right, whoever she is." he murmured. "And I was comfortable here at one point; when I wasn't worried about girls dying in my house, or Damon, or just vampires in general. I'd always known about Stefan and Damon – what they are, but I never really got dragged into it until recently, and even now I'm not involved in much drama." he gnawed on his lip. "Do you want to leave?"

I shook my head immediately, maybe even too quickly. "No. No. No. No. I'm not saying I want to leave, I just..."

I rubbed my forehead. "I just don't want to be worried about someone or something being able to get into my room. I just...don't feel...safe sometimes."

He sighed heavily, placing his hand on my knee. "I know, Caroline." we were silent for a moment. "We could move...if you wanted to. Get an apartment in town, or even a house. There's always some up for sale."

I stared at the vast bookshelves, already feeling like this place was home, despite my shorter than usual time I'd spent residing here.

Stefan walked into the library, cutting off whatever I might have said in response, and I was honestly glad he walked in when he did.

"Hey Caroline." he smiled and nodded at Zach. There was no tension between them, or at least none that I could tell, and I was glad of that.

"Ready to go?" I asked, getting up off the loveseat.

He motioned to the grandfather clock, which was about to strike six o'clock. "We probably should leave if we want to get there by 6:15."

I said good-bye to Zach, and went up to my room to grab my purse off my bed, before Stefan and I got into my car and we headed to the raffle.

~0~

Third Person POV

"Tickets for the raffle sale are on now! All of the proceeds benefit the annual Founder's Day celebration!" Carol announced from the stage.

"Hey, look, uh, I'm really sorry, uh, about earlier. It was just kind of a... a shock." Ric said to Jenna, who had just walked up to him.

Carol rambled on in the background, her voice fading away to something like background music.

"No, I'm sorry for dropping it on you, but I felt like you should know." Jenna apologized, and Ric shook his head slightly, taking a sip of his drink.

"No, I get it."

Jenna smiled weakly, and continued. "At some point, maybe you and Elena could talk. I'm sure she'd like to hear about Isobel, what she was like."

"Yeah." he said, but Jenna could tell he really didn't want to.

"Uh... Or not. No pressure." she said promptly, and he averted his eyes to the stage.

"I don't know if that's a-a great idea." clearing his throat, he made a grim face. "At least not—not for a while."

Jenna nodded understandingly, she couldn't imagine how awkward and painful it must be for Ric.

Sheriff Rudy walked into Mystic Grill, his eyes scanning the crowd for Damon. He spotted him talking to Carol in a corner.

Damon took note of the Sheriff's presence and he excused himself, going over to Rudy.

"Rudy." he nodded. "What did you find?"

"Want this before or after your big debut?" he asked seriously, and Damon smiled a little sarcastic smile.

"How's it look?"

Damon took the offered folder and leafed through it.

"He checks out. Few speeding tickets, but the poor guy has a rough story. Turns out his wife went missing – probably died – a few years back in North Carolina."

Damon's eyes widened and he flashed back briefly to the multiple conversations he had had with his brother.

"North Carolina?" he questioned. "She have a name?"

"Yep." Rudy said, popping the p. He flipped the page back to tap a photo of a dark haired woman. "Isobel."

"Isobel." Damon repeated, recognition flashing through him.

No way he could forget that face – or that night.

~0~

Caroline's POV

When Stefan and I entered the Grill, the men already up on stage, and three of them were Ric, Damon and Klaus.

Carol was on stage as well, introducing the men.

I looked around the grill, trying to see who all was here. Jenna and Elena were at a table, drinking something and talking. Matt and Kelly – his mom – were at another booth, and Kelly looked drunk. I caught Matt gazing longingly at Elena, who seemed to be ignoring him.

What did she do now? I wondered.

I continued to look around, seeing some old ladies from my old church, and a few parents.

"Damon Salvatore." I heard Carol say, and my gaze was drawn to the stage. "We don't have much on you."

Damon chuckled, his famous smirk plastered to his face. "Well, I'm pretty tough to fit on a card."

"So, tell us about yourself then! Hobbies, travels?"

Damon's smirk widened. "Oh yeah, definitely! New York, L.A., and a couple of years ago I went to North Carolina – near the Duke campus, actually! Ric! Didn't you – didn't you go there?"

They turned to look at each other, and Stefan stiffened beside me.

"I thought you said he didn't know!" I hissed at him, and he looked at me with wide eyes.

"He didn't." his gaze scanned the crowd. "Must have found out from someone else."

"Yeah, 'cause, I – I know your wife did!" Damon plastered on a fake smile, and Alaric just stared back.

"I had a drink with her once. She was a great girl! I ever tell you that? She was – delicious! Mmm!" Damon continued, and he had a mocking tone to his voice.

My eyes locked on Elena. Her mouth dropped open, and I saw tears fill her brown eyes. She got up and pushed her way through the crowd.

"Stefan." she said, her voice cracking. "Is it true?"

His brows furrowed in guilt and he hung his head, nodding slowly.

Her breath caught in her throat, and she turned to me. I wore a similar expression to Stefan's.

"You knew too?" her voice wavered and she headed outside.

I gave them a minute or two of time to talk, before I headed outside. My eyes scanned the crowd, and they landed on a familiar looking man.

I headed over to Elena and Stefan, finding them a few moments later.

"Stefan." I said lowly, so Elena wouldn't hear. "That man was outside of Trudie's."

His eyes darted over to the man causally before wrapping an arm around Elena's shoulder. "Let's get back inside. C'mon."

I looked back at the man, and saw that he was walking towards me.

"Chandra!" he called, and I froze, trying to mask the shock.

Might as well play along... I thought, trying to determine what the best response would be.

"What?" I demanded in my best regal voice. "What do you want?"

When he got closer, I studied his face. He had dark blonde hair and intense blue eyes. Something in my chest pinged, and I realized he looked familiar for some reason.

I knew him from somewhere, but where?

"Did you deliver the message to them?" he asked. "Have I done my part?"

I gave him a once over, and pursed my lips. "Patience. You're almost done."

He nodded quickly and I turned around, heading back inside.

My heart was racing, and as soon as the door shut behind me, my hand flew to my mouth, and I headed towards Stefan.

I stumbled into someone, and staggered backwards.

"Whoa there Blondie! Easy, tiger! Go buy a ticket like everyone else." he smirked down at me, and my roller-coaster of emotions took a turn for the worse.

"Did you enjoy that, Damon? Rubbing it into Alaric? God! You're so- ugh!" I tried to walk around him, just to get away from everything.

His hand caught my arm, and I attempted to get away.

"What are you talking about Blondie?"

"Just as I was starting to think that maybe just maybe a part of you is redeemable, human, even!" I snarled, trying to wriggle my arm out again.

Stefan and Elena walked up, and Damon's brows were scrunched up, his gaze still fixated on me.

"Am I missing something here?"

"Caroline," I heard Elena say softly, and her hand touched my shoulder. "Don't."

"Did someone forget to mention who Elena's mother was?"

Damon's face searched Elena's. He obviously still couldn't put two and two together.

"Her name was Isobel, you freaking moron! Now you can go and reminisce about how you killed her. But I want you to remember how much you're hurting her." I finally ripped my arm out of his grip, took Elena's hand, and dragged her away.

I led her and Stefan outside, and Elena broke down again.

"How could he Stefan?" she sobbed, leaning into his chest.

I gnawed on my lip, and saw the man who had spoken to me with another man in the distance.

The blue eyed man walked away, not even glancing back at us once.

"I have a message for you, Elena." he said. This man had dark brown hair, and his eyes were a dull green. They looked glazed over, almost like he was in a trance.

"What?" Elena asked, and Stefan stepped in front of us protecitvely.

"Just stop looking."

"Stop looking for what?" she questioned, and he didn't seem to register that Elena even spoke.

"She doesn't want to know you. She doesn't want to talk to you."

"Isobel?" Stefan asked, squinting his eyes slightly

"She's alive?" Elena almost shrieked. "Is she a-"

She inched around Stefan, and I grabbed her arm. "Elena, he's compelled." I hissed and she stopped.

"Do you understand?"

"Yes." her voice sounded small. "I do."

"I'm done now." I heard the man say, and he stepped backwards into the road. I heard a loud horn blare, and the squeaking of brakes, but the man was hit anyways. He flew through the air, spinning and flopping limply.

~0~

Third Person POV

Matt guided his heavily intoxicated Mom into this house.

"Here we go." he said gently. "Home sweet home."

"Wait. Why—why are we back here? I wasn't ready to leave." Kelly asked, her gaze scanning the house.

Matt sighed. He hoped she wouldn't have gotten drunk in public so soon, but he should have known better. "Yeah you were, Mom." he said softly, and he sat her down onto the couch.

"You're the best, Matty." she mumbled, trying to lay down. "I'm sorry about what I said earlier." she yawned wide and Matt helped her lay down.

"Why are you really here, Mom?"

"S'not important." she said, her voice heavy with sleep.

Matt sighed again and got the blanket off the back of the couch. Draping it over her, he smiled sadly down at her before retreating to his room.

~0~

Caroline's POV

When I got back home, I knew something was off. The door was unlocked, meaning one of the two brothers had already been home. I heard a wheeze, and I ran into the living room.

"DAMON!" I shrieked, and froze in my place. Alaric had a stake sticking out of his chest, which Damon promptly removed.

He didn't even look at me. "Ouch, sounds like a hit a lung."

Damon's gaze drifted over to me, and I saw shock and shame flitter across his face. "Now Blondie and I can sit here and watch you die." he smirked and pushed Ric to the floor.

I was still frozen in my spot, watching as Ric continued to gasp for breath. Damon went over and poured himself a drink, before sitting on the sofa.

When Ric stopped breathing, I moved. I headed straight for Damon, practically fuming.

[F word after line]

"Damon fucking Salvatore!" I snarled, and I heard someone rush into the room.

"What happened?" Stefan asked, gasping when he saw Alaric's body. "What did you do?"

I continued my path to Damon, who was watching me with unveiled amusement.

"Hello Blond-" he started to say, but was cut off abruptly.

My hand flew out and I smacked him as hard as I could. His head whipped to the side, and my hand stung.

"You fucking -" Smack. "bastard."

I smacked him once more for good measure, and ran over to Stefan, who was kneeling next to Alaric's body.

"I'm going upstairs." I whispered, holding back tears.

Stefan hugged me tightly before nodding.

I ran out of the room, my head down, hair blocking my face.

Damon flashed in front of me. "Caroline-" he said gently, and I shoved him out of my way.

"Don't, Damon."

I ran up the stairs, into my room. I slammed my door so hard it echoed across the entire house.

Leaping onto my bed, I kicked off my shoes and buried my face into my pillow.

No tears came, but I still had a red hot anger coursing through my veins.

Damon made it so hard sometimes! I wanted to like him and be his friend – I really did, but he was so reckless, so selfish, so Damon. I just couldn't.

I sat up, shoving my hair out of my face. Grabbing my journal off the nightstand, I scribbled the night's events out furiously, my letters slanting strangely.

I heard a knock on my door, and I sighed heavily. "Go away, Stefan. I'm fine."

"Caroline." a voice said, and my eyes widened

That was Alaric's voice!

"Ric?" I asked, scrambling off my bed and to the door. I cracked it open, peering cautiously out into the hallway.

When I saw Alaric standing there in his bloody shirt I threw the door open.

"How are you alive?"

Ric spent the next twenty minutes telling me about Isobel and how she gave him the ring to protect him from supernatural matters. He told me to not be mad at Damon, who had only attacked him because he had came there to kill him first. When Ric left, I felt closer to my teacher than ever before. I could even call him a friend now.

~0~

Third Person POV

At the Gilbert house, Elena played with a prepaid flip phone in her hand.

She quickly selected a number to dial and put the phone up to her ear before she could change her mind.

"Was there a problem?" a voice answered. A female voice. Isobel. "Did you find her? What's going on?"

"Is-isobel?" Elena stuttered out, and the line went dead.

Meanwhile, a vampire walked down the path in the woods. He had been watching the town happenings for a while. He liked it here. It was much better than 1864. Much more convenient, too.

"Harper." Pearl said, smiling at the man standing outside. "I'm so glad you found us." Pearl turned to a little old lady who was next to her – a human.

"May he come in, Miss Gibbons? He is a friend of mine."

"Any friend of Pearl's is a friend of mine!" the lady said, her eyes glazed over. "Please come in!"

"Annabelle, close the door please." Pearl commanded, and Anna nodded, looking into the woods as she shut the door.

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