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Saiyanprincess1511: Sorry you don't get a town full of witches. There will be more exposition, but I'll try to make it more interesting. TVD is so full of lore and history and now I'm adding to it so it's a little daunting. As for pairings, I'm Klaroline all the way. I will sink with this ship. But, spoilers, I will change how Klaus and Caroline meet.

Guest 1: Phoebe and her siblings will make their own coven. It will be slightly different from other covens though.

Guest 2: Thank you. I'm so glad you're enjoying my story. Yes. Phoebe will enter into relationships with OCs and canon characters. But not yet. She's not even 9 yet.

poppyflower1235: Enzo is a loyal person, so he will definitely be close to Phoebe and her siblings, so we'll be seeing him a lot. As for Jenna, I think the writers wasted her potential as a character. it's not every day a free-spirited person will willingly take in their near-adult niece and nephew after the death of their parents. She was mostly reactive on the show, while my Jenna will take more initiative now that she knows about what goes bump in the night. We'll see her being badass later down the line. I was totally thinking of making Caroline a witch at first, but as I thought about the plot down the line, I don't want to. I have plans for Lora, too. Just know that this will be the main group of characters cause I don't want to have to juggle too many characters. I totally agree that Finn deserved better. He wasn't even liked by his siblings and barely mourned. He was an antagonist most of the time, which is against what most of the Mikaelsons are all about. I'll try to do him justice and reconcile him and his siblings. Can I steal your friendship idea with Laura?

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"I get it. I'm the leverage. I'm that thing that everybody wants. I'm the freaking moonstone." - Katherine Pierce


Ch. 8 - Moonstone

April 2, 1998

Dear Diary,

The memories are gone. I know I'm a reincarnation. I've kept the general knowledge in academics I had in my past life. I know random things about the future like investing in Amazon because I know my investment will be worth millions in a few decades. But anything specific like the faces of my family are gone. Although I still remember my own face, I've forgotten my parents. I can barely remember that I had siblings. I don't know if all of this is a good or a bad thing. Frankly, my mind feels clearer. I feel like the memories from before were like this weight on my mind, but without them, my head feels like that weight has been lifted. At the same time, I'm not sure about the future. If I don't know what will happen, how will I know what I need to prepare?

I'm just so confused but I have no one who can help me.

I know that I have knowledge about what will happen in this world, in the future but they're not readily available to me. They come in the form of visions and dreams. Like a feeling strong of déja Vu whenever I'm exposed to a random set of events or words.

A few months ago, Jenna told me that her sister was forcing her to participate in the Miss Mystic Falls Pageant in the Lockwood Manor. She asked me to help her practice her dance while Carol Lockwood asked me to help set up and prepare for the event. The moment I stepped foot on the second floor of the manor, I had a vision. The visions came to me like a snapshot of images. An ovoid-shaped milky stone. The word "moonstone" resounded in my ears.

After the initial vision, the same words and the stone flooded my dream. I needed to get the moonstone and it was at Lockwood Manor. Other than that, I don't know what the moonstone does or why I need it. I just know I need to get it without anyone being the wiser.

I went to the same store I bought the lapis lazuli stones to purchase a moonstone the same size, shape, and color as the moonstone from my visions. I'm not pleased that it cost thousands of dollars but oh well. I've placed large amounts of magic on the stone that an inexperienced witch will feel magic on it, but the magic does absolutely nothing.

So, tomorrow, I'm going to steal a moonstone. Yay.

I'll write again later,

Phoebe.

Just as I was leaving my room, the phone rang. I picked up the call from the kitchen, "Hello, this is the Donovan house. How can I help you?" I asked.

"Hello, love." I couldn't help the smile that spread over my face when I heard his smooth accented voice.

"My darling, Lorenzo," I greeted as I walked out of the kitchen with the phone, only to be pulled back by the telephone cord. I don't know why I just thought I could take the phone into my room. I held the phone with my elbow against my ear and returned to the kitchen, trying to forage something to make for dinner. Enzo had been traveling all over the country by train, getting off at stops in different cities and states. I bought him the latest cell phone when he left and made him promise to call me whenever he could so I wouldn't worry. Seriously, that man has wormed his way so deep into my heart that every time I think about something bad happening to him, my heart feels like it's breaking."Where are you right now?"

"I'm at Yellowstone," he replied. "You know, I have to say, love, your country is absolutely beautiful. There's no lack of breathtaking sights to see." I heard a loud rush of water.

"Is that a geyser?" I asked.

"Yeah. It's called Old Faithful," he explained. "Why is it called that?"

I shrugged. "How would I know? I've never left the tiny town of Mystic Falls before."

"Maybe when you're older, I'll bring you with me on a tour of the continental United States," he said.

"Oh, I can't wait. For now, just send me a postcard, like you always do." Enzo sent me postcards for each new city and each new state he arrived at. I was glad that he was enjoying his freedom. If it wasn't for Augustine, I'm sure he would have already traveled the world by now. "Are you sure you don't want to go to England? I mean, it's your home country."

"Maybe sometime in the future, love. Your lovely country's so big, I don't think I'll be finished seeing the sights anytime soon," he said. "By the way, I found another one for you."

I stopped putting the ingredients in their place on the kitchen counter when I heard him. "A new grimoire? Really?" Enzo didn't just send me postcards and pictures but also any grimoires he found on his travels. When I told him that I didn't have any other witches who could teach me, he made it his mission through his travels to find a Hekatean grimoire for me. There weren't that many Hekatean witches around so he still hadn't found one, but he sent me any grimoires he found in antique stores and Wicca shops.

"Yeah. It was being sold in a pagan Wicca shop. I don't think anyone knows its true value. And it's a special one," he explained. "It's Native American."

"AH!" A piercing sound reverberated in my head as images flashed through my mind. Men and women turning into wolves, their bones breaking and rearranging themselves before their wolves came out when the full moon reached its apex. I saw the wolves fighting vampires. When the vampires were bitten, the bite wound didn't heal and the vampire slowly lost their mind, hallucinating, attacking everything and everyone before they died a gruesome death, their body turning into a pile of decomposing flesh.

The slideshow of images finally stopped and I fell to my knees trying to catch my breath. This vision was on the longer side, and more painful than I would have liked.

"Love? Phoebe, love, what's wrong?" I heard Enzo asking frantically on the phone as it dangled from the cord just over the floor. "Talk to me. Phoebe?"

I picked up the phone bringing it to my ear as I stood up. "I- it's alright, Enzo. No need to panic. I just had another vision."

I heard Enzo exhale before saying, "I don't like those gods messing with your head." Enzo was the only person I had told about being reincarnated and meeting Hekate. He also knew about my memories from my past life. "They gave you memories of the future and then took them away, and now you're getting painful flashes."

"Enzo, don't be rude," I said. "You know it's not every day people can be reborn. And if it weren't for those gods and the visions you would still be Augustine's prisoner for another decade I might add." I shook my head, not wanting to think about Enzo enduring so much torture for several more years. Gods, I hate Damon Salvatore. How dare he use and betray my darling Enzo?

"You're grinding your teeth again, love," I heard Enzo say. By the sound of his voice, I knew he thought of Damon Salvatore as well. But he said nothing on the topic. "So, what did you see?"

"Werewolves," I said.

There was a long pause on Enzo's end before he said, "Werewolves? They're real?"

"You, Lorenzo St. John, vampire extraordinaire, are asking me, a witch who has memories of her past life due to the interference of primordial gods, if werewolves are real?"

There was silence for a moment before he deadpanned, "Well, I've never seen one before."

"That's a human's excuse. Just because you've never seen something before doesn't mean it doesn't exist. Anything is possible in the supernatural world." I said. "Anyway, since you're in Native American country, be careful. Werewolves come from a Native American origin. And their bite has a powerful venom that's fatal to vampires and there's no cure. I don't think even magic can cure a werewolf bite. That's why vampires have hunted them almost to extinction. That's why you haven't heard of them before. They're hiding. Be careful on the full moon, okay."

"I will, love. I'll send you this grimoire and get the hell out of dodge. I think I've seen enough for today," he said.

"Okay, be careful, Enzo."

"I will, sweetheart," he replied. "Dream a little dream of me?"

"You know I will."


"Good afternoon, Madam Lockwood," I greeted Carol with a slight curtsy. After so many years of buttering up Carol Lockwood with my more than impeccable lady-like manners, she was putty in my hands. I was the perfect lady, different from my mother, and could do no wrong in her eyes.

"Good afternoon, Phoebe."

I stepped into the Lockwood Manor in a pair of low white heels while holding a silver clutch under my arm. I wore an ankle-length spaghetti-strapped, light blue chiffon dress with a white bodice decorated with small blue flowers. I did my makeup with dark nude makeup to match my childish face with just a golden blush to highlight my cheeks and just under the curve of my eyebrows and painted my lips with a rosy lips gloss. My thick dark hair was brushed tightly into a high braided bun.

I spent most of the morning not only doing my hair, but also Ria's hair and makeup. For my little sister, I did lighter nude makeup and pink blush while letting her long brown hair fall straight down her back with a pink flower headband. She wore silver flats to match her white lace dress with lace three-quarter sleeves that fell right below her knees.

Dressing Matt was simpler. He wore white flats with navy dress shorts, a white printed dress shirt under a navy vest. I thoroughly enjoyed using my siblings as dress-up dolls for these sorts of parties. Frankly, I don't understand why Mystic Falls has so many formal and semi-formal events like this every year. But it's tradition. From the little I remember, I never got a chance to participate in such events in my last life. I was homeschooled so I never went to prom and I worked from home, so I didn't have any formal events to attend. I guess doing this now could count as practice for the future because I get the feeling that I'll be participating in more events such as these.

"Sister, I want to go see Bonnie and Caroline and Tyler," said Ria as she pointed toward the open yard.

"Not Elena?" I asked.

My heart fluttered with glee when Ria pouted and crossed her arms over her chest. "Elena is no fun. She always makes fun of me when I say I'm a witch and she never wants to play the games I wanna play." I know I'm supposed to foster friendship between the children as the older sibling, but I can't help the contented grin that spreads over my face. I don't want my siblings to be close to Elena. A sense of dread always fills me when I think about Elena being close to Ria and Matty. For some reason, I feel like that girl will inevitably bring sorrow to all those around her and I don't want that around my siblings.

"Okay but stay together with your friends and don't go near the pond or the well," I said.

"Okay." Ria took Matt's hand, dragging him over to where they noticed Tyler in the yard. I walked up the stairs to the contestant dressing rooms, knocking on the door before entering.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Gilbert," I said as I gave a curt nod to Miranda, who returned another nod. That's how our relationship has always been. She was my mother's best friend but I can't find it in myself to stand having her in my presence. She's either blind or stupid or willfully ignorant to have married a man like Grayson Gilbert. Maybe it was puppy love since she married him right out of high school. I know she knows about vampires and the council, but she doesn't know about Grayson's experiments as an Augustine member. How? Her husband has a basement in his clinic where he keeps vampires to be experimented on and she never once found out? Never had any suspicions? She obviously still had her eyes and if she's stupid, I won't blame her for having a low IQ. I don't have time for stupid people so I'm still not gonna make friends with her. If she's willfully ignorant, then that makes her worse, so I'm steering clear of whatever she is.

I turned to the person I came for. "I'm here, Jenna."

Jenna turned around and threw herself into my arms, as though she was forgetting I was younger and shorter than her. "Oh, thank God, you're here. I can't decide on a dress. Miranda wants me to wear the peach dress." From the looks of things, Jenna seemed to have been arguing with Miranda over the dress, makeup, and hair since she was still in her robe and her face was plain. And the pageant would be starting within the hour. "I need your help," Jenna begged.

I placed my clutch down in front of the vanity and looked over at the dresses hanging on the rack. There was a strapless blue dress (the color was almost neon and hurt my eyes), a flowy chiffon peach dress with an embroidered bodice with sheer sleeves, and a tan dress with a navy blue sheer and embroidered overlay with twin spaghetti straps. "You should never wear a dress with one solid color. It looks plain. If it's a solid color, then make sure it has some embroidery or lace, something for people to look at. Wear this one." I picked the tan and Navy dress with the thin straps that crossed at the back and looking at the dress, I knew it would hug Jenna's figure well. "It contrasts well with your red hair. And since the dress is more scandalous, you'll need natural makeup for the judges' conservative sensibilities." I smirked when Jenna snickered and Miranda rolled her eyes at the mocking tone in my comment.

Miranda stood up and said, "Well, since you two have it covered, I'm gonna go down. Good luck, Jenna." I paid her no mind as she left before turning to Jenna. "Let's do your makeup and hair first." In less than an hour, I had curled and styled Jenna's hair into bouncing ringlet curls cascading on her shoulders, applied her makeup, and had her change into the dress. And yes, as I thought, she looked drop-dead gorgeous in the dress, as it hugged her thighs before subtly flaring just above her knees.

"How do I look?"

"You look perfect," I said as I placed my hand on my chest. "I've outdone myself."

Jenna laughed. "Aren't you a little young to be so arrogant?"

"I'm a genius. It's not arrogance if it's true. It's self-confidence," I said as my eyes raked over her body. At times like these, if I was attracted to women, I'd make a mental note to bed her when I'm older. But, since I'm not and since I'm still only 9 years old, I'll settle for dress-up. "In the future, I'll be your personal stylist."

As we walked out of the dressing room together, my eyes wandered around the floor, not finding anyone other than the pageant girls coming out of their dressing rooms. It looked like everyone was in the yard. It was the perfect time to get what I came for. I escorted Jenna to the banister, where she joined the other girls in line before I said, "I think I need to find a bathroom."

Jenna looked at me with her brows furrowed for a moment, then her eyes widened with a knowing look. I had already told Jenna my other purpose for coming to the pageant. "Oh. All the doors look the same so it might take a while to find it. You have ten minutes."

I snickered as I walked off. "Don't worry, Jen. I wouldn't miss your dance for anything."

And I wouldn't. I didn't volunteer to help Carol Lockwood for no reason. Over the past week, I learned the layout of the Lockwood Manor. I knew exactly where Richard Lockwood's office was and how to get there, and I knew the exact combination for the safe. With a simple cloaking spell to hide my presence from anyone who might accidentally run into me while I carried out my plans and boundary spell on the office door, I put in the combination to the safe and took the moonstone with a silk cloth, replacing it with the fake before locking the safe back up and leaving the office. And then I went to the bathroom with the moonstone in my purse. It all took me less than 5 minutes.

I went back to the banister. "Good luck, Jen," I said as I walked gracefully down the stairs feeling like Miss Mystic Falls. Hope I didn't steal Jenna's thunder.


The next day, Jenna came by the house as I was preparing a large number of ingredients for a spell Matt, Ria, and I was performing. Ria was drawing the salt circle while Matt was gathering the herbs around the greenhouse for me. "Sorry you didn't win Miss Mystic Falls, Jen."

Rather than being disappointed, Jenna let out a sigh of relief. "Oh, I'm glad I didn't. If I did, I'd have to plan and present next year's Miss Mystic. I do not want that responsibility. I was just doing this for my mom and my sister. They're obsessed with town traditions."

"Then, I guess I should say, congrats Jen, on not winning Miss Mystic Falls."

"Thanks," Jenna cheered from the doorway. "So, what's so important about this rock?" Jenna reached for the moonstone that lay on a silk cloth on the floor of the greenhouse.

I smacked her hand away before she touched it. "Don't touch that." I couldn't sleep all night because of the stupid stone. Someone on the Other Side seemed to have been trying to use it to reach out to me. A dark figure. Now, I'm not afraid of the dark, but I could also sense a coldness and malice coming from the person. "I didn't realize it before, but the stone carries powerful magic inside which means it's important and someone will be looking for it. It's old magic, so it's most likely that the witch who cast the magic on the stone is dead and on the Other Side. According to Emily's grimoire, witches on the Other Side can use their magic to anchor themselves on this plane by possessing people. I don't want you or I or anyone to become a vessel for some powerful dead witch."

"Seriously?" Jenna asked, her eyes widening like saucers. "They can do that?"

"Yeah. Wiccans can sometimes be just as powerful dead as they are alive because they use their descendants to influence the living plane," I explained.

"Okay, but not Hekatean witches."

"No. Hekatean magick is not passed down through bloodlines. It's just my theory, but I think Hekatean witches join Hekate in the underworld rather than going to the Other Side since I haven't been visited by ghosts of Hekatean witches looking to teach me magic," I explained as I handed the candles to Ria, who arranged a circle of candles on the salt around the moonstone. "That, and Gaian witches tend to be elitist bitches, so they don't play nice with others."

Jenna chuckled, but seriously there was a bitch coming for me and like hell was I going to let her hinder my beauty sleep just because of a magical rock. "Ria, pop quiz, what type of spell are we doing?"

"We're casting a cloaking spell to hide the stone," my sister said before returning to her task.

"A heavy-duty cloaking spell," I added.

"To stop other witches from finding it," Jenna chimed.

"People, both dead and alive, want something with it, the cloaking spell will need to hide it from both the living and the dead," I explained. Matt brought the herbs he had gathered over and placed the mixture of herbs in a gold-plated incense burner. I lit the herbs to let the smoke and scents waft into my nose to help me focus better on the spell and aid in the channeling. "Okay. I'm ready."

Ria and Matt walked up to me and held my hands as we started chanting the spell. The flames flicked for a moment as the scent of the burning herbs wafted in the room. The circle and the pentagram of salt around the room came alight as we repeated the chant for the third time. When the chant finished, I picked up the moonstone with the silk cloth, making sure not to touch it, before placing it in a lead box.

I held my hand out to Jenna. "Jenna, hand. I need your blood."

"What are you gonna do with it?"

"I'm sealing this box with both yours and my blood. Only both our blood will be able to open it again."

"But I'm not magic. Why not use Matt and Ria's blood," she exclaimed as I prick her finger, squeezing it to let the blood fall on the box. I did the same with my blood and closed the box, muttering a spell under my breath before a crimson light surrounded the box, marking it as sealed.

"Matty, why can't I use your blood in the sealing spell?"

"Because we're brother and sister. We're part of the same bloodline," Matt said. I wasn't just teaching my siblings spells and cool magic tricks but also the theories behind their magic. Although they didn't like it as much, I'm of the mind that the more they understand their magic, the stronger they will become in the future.

"There are certain magics that anyone can do, like blood magic. Blood can be used to bind a lot of things because your blood is exposed to your soul. That's why you should never write anything in your own blood because the divine power in your soul will bind it," I explained. Since Enzo had been traveling and sending me grimoires, he found a few Hekatean grimoires that I've been reading to understand my power more. Hekatean witches often study divinity to understand their powers more, as I have been doing. These witches acted like scientists making hypotheses, observations and experimenting with their powers to draw conclusions. They wrote that once in a while the goddess would appear to them to explain and confirm some of their conclusions, while others were left to speculation.

I've also been making my own hypotheses and observations of my magic, writing my own grimoire. Among the historical accounts from the other witches, I've learned humans who have never practiced magic a day in their lives can still sign blood contracts with witches. The only thing a witch and a human have in common is their soul. "All of this is just speculation. I haven't really had anyone to explain this to me, so take it with a grain of salt. All you need to know is, even though you're not a witch, you can still enter a blood contract so be careful if a witch asks for your blood." I turned to my siblings, who were sitting on the ground, each with a crystal in their hands as they tried to recover their magic. "Ria, Matt, are you okay?"

"Just tired, sis," Ria said.

"I'm not tired," Matt said, puffing out his chest as he tried to control his heavy breathing.

"You guys are so good at magic now. I'm so proud of you."

Matt and Ria beamed as they said in unison, "Thanks, sis."

I laughed for a moment before taking my physical recovery potion and giving each of them a small dose like a parent would give their child cough medicine. "Here. This will help you feel better." I watched as they each drank a few milliliters of the potion causing their bodies to immediately recover. "Thanks for the help. You guys are the best siblings a witch could ever ask for," I said as I pulled them into my arms. After a moment, Matt and Ria wrapped their arms around my torso, before I felt another body behind my back, hugging me. Jenna's head was resting in the crook of my shoulder as she joined in on the group hug. "Jenna, what are you doing?"

"Joining in the moment," she whispered as Ria, Matt, and I fell on the floor in a fit of giggles.

Even though the box was sealed, I still didn't have a place to keep it in the house or it could get lost. I contacted my fund manager again and decided to open a safety deposit box with a secure bank. No one said I couldn't just put magical objects in a bank. They're no different from money or valuable pieces of jewelry and the bank is probably safer than my house where siblings and mom and friends could go around snooping. We went all the way up to a bank in DC and opened the safety deposit box, where the sealed box with the moonstone was placed. I, then, placed a cloaking spell on the safety deposit box. If someone tried to use a locator spell to find the moonstone, my cloaking spell would reflect the spell to the decoy moonstone instead, and that decoy also had a cloaking spell that would make it difficult to find an exact location. I also didn't want anyone paying attention to the safety deposit box the moonstone was in. Maybe I watched too many movies, but I didn't want bank robbers to pick my box with the magical moonstone if they ever did come to rob the bank.

With the moonstone out of my hair, I went back to Mystic Falls, to Whitmore, to continue my program. Lora was still trying to avoid me, but instead of disdain in her eyes, she looked ashamed. As I was leaving for home on Thursday, she approached me. "Hey," she said sheepishly.

"Hey." I didn't say anything as I picked up my duffle bag.

"Can I come over this weekend?" I stopped for a moment, raising my eyes to look at her. It had been months since our disagreement and Lora barely looked at me, let alone set foot in my house. "Um, I've been practicing more with my powers. I've gained a little more control over the visions."

"Oh, I see." I swallowed hard at the thought of Laura having a vision of the horrors of Augustine. Although I told her to sleep and search her visions, I said so in anger. After experiencing Augustine firsthand, I never wanted her to go through the same feelings I felt. Even though it's been over five months, the thought of being opened and having my organs removed still has not left me. The feeling of vervain in my blood, scorching every cell and tissue in my body marked me. Visions were not like regular dreams and nightmares. They felt more like out-of-body experiences. I felt and saw everything as though I was there even though I knew I wasn't. "I'm sorry. I never wanted you to experience that. Are you alright?"

"Can we talk about it at your place? By the pond?"

"Sure."

Lora came to my house on Friday afternoon with her clothes in a duffel with the intent to stay for the whole weekend. After dinner, we went on a walk through the ten acres of woods before stopping at the inground pond.

I had the pond added to the yard as part of the ecosystem, but also a well for my magic. Unlike other Wiccans who take their power from Nature, I was born with my magic. My power, granted by Hekate, was written into my soul. Born and reborn with the same soul, constantly becoming empowered by each and every reincarnation. Magic constantly leaks from my body into nature, filling my surroundings with power. By pouring my magic into the pond, the magic seeped into the soil, revitalizing the grass and trees, making them grow an even more beautiful viridian. The animals that fed on the plants were also healthier and more active. With all the magic in the surroundings, it was the best place to practice magic and meditation. Matt and Ria practiced their magic within the small forest, absorbing the magic in the air, channeling it like they would a talisman. All my potions were made with the water from the pond and the herbs that grew along the pond.

As Lora and I walked together, I absorbed the magic in the air while my own magic leaked back into the atmosphere in a cycle, strengthening me. A soft hiss echoed in the branch from above as the snake lowered itself toward me, flicking its forked tongue in the air. Many animals from rodents to snakes to deer had made the area around the house their home, but animals that could pose a danger to humans were kept off the property.

Lora and I sat together on the bench beside the pond, facing the house. Lora looked ahead in the distance as tears filled her clear blue eyes. "I saw it," she began in a low voice. "I saw everything. I saw that man too. I'm sorry. I didn't know. I didn't know what he went through. I didn't know what those people did."

I swallowed hard as I tried to keep the thought of Enzo strapped to that metal table out of my head. I had to constantly remind myself that Enzo was no longer imprisoned and that Augustine was destroyed. It was all in the past. And yet, it still felt like a shadow that was constantly in the peripheral. I took Lora's hand, intertwining our fingers together. "I did too. In 1953, there was another vampire with Enzo at Augustine. Enzo became friends with him. They planned to escape together. Enzo gave the other vampire his blood rations so that he could be strong enough to escape. When the escape time came, the bars were soaked in Vervain, and Enzo was weak so he couldn't get out. The other vampire, Enzo's friend whom he trusted abandoned him to a fate worse than death. 18,250 days of torture, and why?" Lora placed her other hand on top of my hand that was squeezing her fingers, making her even paler than she already was. The sight of Lora's tears caused my own to fall. "You know, I killed those people because there's no justice in the supernatural world. Those people may not have tortured him and all those other vampires with their own hands but it was their money and compliance that allowed it to happen. If I had let them live, they would have continued torturing vampires, and they would have hunted Enzo. He would never be free."

"I'm sorry," Lora said once more. "I said horrible things to you without knowing why you did what you did. When I first saw the vision, I saw you watching a man kill people and I just couldn't understand why you would allow that to happen. I should have asked before accusing you."

"There is a lot of death in this world and not everything is black and white. Vampires kill people. But so do humans. I am a priestess of Hekate and my purpose is to do the will of the gods, to protect the supernatural world. In the future, I'll probably do things that you won't agree with and I'll probably side with people with a lot of blood on their hands. Many things will go against your morals."

Lora wiped her tears before she placed her hands on my cheeks. Her blue eyes on my brown ones, she said, "And we can disagree. We're friends. When we don't agree on something, we can talk it through like we did today. I'll try to have an open mind, but you're gonna have to be more forthcoming. I don't know the will of the gods so you'll have to tell me and explain things to me more often than not."

I laughed as she sat together under the spring sun. "I promise."


Thank you for reading.

Love, Jamie.