April 2nd.
Woods.
Brady carries the dead body of a friend and lays it on a pike of other dead werewolves, Jules next to him with a sad look on her face as she watches Brady set the pile on fire.
As it burns, Brady turns to Jules, gesturing her to follow him.
"Come on."
They walked towards the RV where another werewolf called Stevie was seen pacing about with a slightly urgent and panicked look.
"Go ahead. Tell her."
Brady waved at Stevie who sighed, turning to Jules who looked confused.
"Let me just preface this with a big disclaimer that screams, 'I should have known better'."
"What is it, Stevie?"
"When Brady told me what that Tyler kid said about Mason being here for the moonstone, something clicked. There was this moment back in Florida when I suspected Mason was up to something because he was banging that hot, vampire chick Kathy and he didn't want anyone to know."
Jules rolled her eyes, becoming slightly agitated at his ranting.
"All right. Just get to the point, Stevie."
"That is the point, Jules! It's the sun and moon curse!"
He waved his hands around.
"Mason was asking me all kinds of questions about it, if it could be broken, and when that flying red haired chick and that evil man-witch showed up last night, double-click. Witches, vampires, moonstone. They're putting everything in place to break the curse."
Jules sighed, closing her eyes a bit and opening it as everything suddenly made sense to her and she turned to Brady who had a stony look on his face.
"We can't let them do that, even if we have to kill every last vampire in this town."
Jules had really thought everything would be over by now.
But no… there just had to be a moonstone and a curse attached to it as well.
Gilbert Residence.
"You know where to find me."
Cherith stared at the ceiling in her room that morning as she remembered what Jonas Martin had said.
The day was Good Friday, so there was no school.
But Cherith did play with the idea of meeting with Jonas.
As much as it was quite possibly a bad idea, it was also another way to know more about what she was and why she was so different from other witches and warlocks.
It wasn't normal.
She herself knew she wasn't normal, and it wasn't a bad thing.
But everyday, she woke up with this… tingling feeling in her… like a sleeping dragon waiting to be awoken.
She snorted as she sat up on her bed.
"More like a sleeping nexus being."
The house was quiet.
A good quiet.
Calm and peaceful.
Probably because Elena was having a sleepover at Caroline's with Bonnie as well.
Jenna was probably out and about already for that Tea party happening at the Lockwood mansion.
Speaking of Lockwoods…
Cherith idly wondered what Tyler was up to now.
The idiot that he was… he was probably looking for some other way to get his ass in a ditch somewhere or something.
It honestly just made her want to call up Mason, tell him to come back, take Tyler with him and get the hell out of town.
But… it still felt like there was something off going on.
A lot of players were suddenly gathering up in Mystic Falls.
Vampires, werewolves… witches and warlocks… an original… a doppelganger.
It felt like a number of things were aligning in preparation for something.
Speaking of… this whole sun and moon business could very well be taken care of at the moment in town with all the necessary ingredients in place already.
Well, ingredients as in the humans needed, that is…
And Cherith, as much of a power house as she was…
It meant nothing when she couldn't do much with her powers.
Yes, she could fly, she could blow up a lot of stuff as well. She was still not that great at the whole mind control thing, or even reading the minds of others… she could heal, but she wasn't a pro at it.
If she was a nexus being, she should be able to do… anything!
But she honestly didn't feel like she could.
And with the number of threats her family had faced constantly and still would in the future what with the Boogeyman coming to town soon… could she even hold him off with her lackluster powers?
Heck, she was pretty sure there were witches out there who could probably throw her around.
Lucy Bennett had alluded to that after all… and let's not forget Sheila talking about the Harkness Clan.
Whoever they were…
Cherith spotted her phone on her bedside table and grabbed it, sending a text message to that Luke boy.
How she got his number, you might wonder?
Well… it was super easy snatching up Bonnie's phone when she hadn't been looking.
Heck, it was super easy to do that to the rest of the people she knew… except, perhaps Jeremy. He was a sneaky little shit like that.
Speaking of him, she hadn't even seen much of him around for a while now.
Hey Luke, this is Cherith. Send me your dad's number now.
She smiled in satisfaction as she pressed send.
At least she didn't sound rude or anything.
In less than a minute, he responded.
Hey Cherith, my name's Luka but I already know how you mix up people's names already. Here's my dad's number. Is there anything I could help you with?
Cherith wrinkled her nose as she stores Jonas' number on her phone and ignored the rest of his son's message, typing out a message for him instead.
Jonas,This is Cherith. Let's meet at the Café down town.To talk.12pm.
She then pressed send and dropped her phone while taking a huge breath in.
There was no going back now.
It all depended on him to either say yes or no, but she knew he wouldn't turn it down either way.
She left her room, heading to the bathroom to have her bath.
Martin Residence.
"She wants to meet up."
Jonas looked at his phone with a small feeling of satisfaction, turning to Elijah who was looking out the window.
"Indeed? I had thought that would be a lost cause of some sort, given the character she has."
He turns to Jonas who had a sort of gleam in his eyes.
Elijah could understand where the man was coming from.
After all, Jonas Martin and his family had always been believers of the existence of the Scarlet Witch.
Jonas himself had searched the world for anything that would show the existence and they find the little being here… in this town.
Of course it would be Mystic Falls.
The beginning of a lot of things.
"What would you tell her?"
Elijah wondered as he stared at the man.
"I will help her."
Jonas assured Elijah and the original hums.
"Good. She'll need it."
And that was the truth.
Not just because of his brother, but because of how much of a ticking time bomb she was.
He had felt it when he talked to her previously.
She was like a well of powers.
Beautiful, fierce, acidic yet she was unstable as well.
He needed all the help to at least hold his brother down and if the myth of who she is stands true, and she did have all the abilities foretold, then with just a blink of her eye or a lazy wave, she should be able to take down Niklaus.
He would leave it to Jonas.
The man had his own agenda after all.
He'd be a fool not to notice it.
The gleam of his eyes when he'd realized just who and what she was.
He was hiding something, but Elijah didn't care to know as it didn't concern him at the moment.
He had unfinished business with his brother first and foremost.
But it didn't still stop Elijah from growing even more curious about the ruby haired witch.
"Curious indeed…"
He murmured to himself.
Gilbert Residence.
Cherith walked back into her room as she dried her hair, wondering what to wear.
It was a sunny day from what she could spot outside and she preferred that to dull and cloudy ones… mostly because it always felt like cloudy days brought bad news.
Sitting on her bed, she grabbed her phone, checking to see if Jonas had sent back any message.
He had.
And he wasn't the only one of course.
Very well.
By 12.
--Jonas Martin.
Cherith, can we please talk?
--Tyler.
Cherith please, call me back.
--Tyler.
Cherith rolled her eyes, dismissing Tyler's messages.
She didn't really have the time to listen to his woes.
She had her own woes to focus on!
Checking the time and satisfied that she still had about an hour or so, she changed into a black short sleeve crop top, loose high waist jeans, white and black sneakers with a white bucket hat on, a dark tinted sunglass on her face as her hair fell behind her in all it's beauty.
She then grabbed her bag and headed down the stairs where she saw Elena and Stefan by the front door with some bags, Stefan walking out the door to his red car.
Elena looked up and smiled a bit at her sister.
While she was still against the whole Oxford business, today, she'd be spending it with Stefan and was certainly looking forward to it.
"Oh hey… I thought you might have gone out or something."
Cherith grunted as she walked down the stairs.
"No. Slept in."
She looked at the bags.
"Where're you headed? Far from here I hope?"
"Oh… Ha. Ha."
Elena sarcastically laughed.
"I'm only heading to the lake house."
She then sighed as she brought out her phone.
"With everything that has been happening around here, I just think it'll be nice to just… catch my breath for a while."
Cherith nodded a bit.
Her sister might be a snort wagon but she really was going through a lot.
"Well! Have fun… don't do something I wouldn't do!"
Elena rolled her eyes.
"Oddly enough that gives me a wide range of things to do."
"I mean don't bring me back a niece or nephew… speaking of, do vampires even procreate?... Not too sure about that. Hey Stefanie—"
Cherith walked out the door, approaching Stefan with her question as Elena shook her head with a sigh, looking down at her phone as a message came from Caroline.
Woods…
Tyler looks down at Caroline's phone which he'd nicked from the girl earlier that morning at the grill.
While he felt guilty about what he did, especially with the whole yesterday situation, he still knew he didn't want to keep up this life.
This… this… pain…
It was unbearable!
And apparently, Elena was somehow involved with this as well.
She was human, that much was true… but there was a girl called 'Kathy' who looked exactly like her!
Coincidentally she'd been a vampire whom his uncle had dated.
Everything was all so confusing to him!
"She's going to Dunham Lake."
He said as he looked up from the message, staring at Brady.
"Her family has a lake house there."
Brady nods.
"Great. Let's go get our doppelganger."
"Wait."
Tyler sighed and Brady gave him a look.
"What about the sister? Cherith. I told you about her. She's not someone you'd like to—"
"There's nothing to worry about. Since she's only going with the vampire, there won't be a problem. And better hope we don't run into her as well."
The underlying meaning was understood by Tyler as Brady walked off.
But Tyler knew these guys had no idea what Cherith was capable of.
Heck he didn't!
But Caroline had told him some things and he still remembered how she had beaten his uncle at arm wrestling, regardless of how she'd cheated.
Still though… this whole situation was messed up from start to finish, and the only people he could talk to weren't interested in talking to him at the moment.
How fucked up was that…
Café.
Cherith got out of her car as she stared at the Café, removing her glasses.
It was the one a bit close to the store she and Leslie had gone to for prom dresses but had been unable to pick anything but ended up picking a famous photographer.
Cherith idly wondered how the woman was doing and when she'd be able to see the finishing pictures.
Her social media accounts were slightly dead after all, and what better way to revive it than with the beautiful fucking piece of history that she was.
Well, prom was end of the month though… there was that.
Suddenly, the sound of tires screeching caught her attention as an idiot drove a rickety looking car that looked like it would fall apart any minute, swerving and packing so close to her car that it was unacceptable.
Pietro deserved better!
Her eyes narrowed with the telltale sign of red lightning in it as a fat blobby mess of a man walked out, his dirty grey shirt too tight to cover his hairy tummy fully and brown three quarter pants, his curly blonde hair looking like it hadn't been washed since the day he came out of the womb.
With a deep sigh, she marched over to him, clearing her throat as he slammed his door shot.
"Could you pack your car a bit further from mine?"
The man looked down at her and sneered.
"Who're you talking to pretty thing? Why don't you bend over backwards and I just might think on it!"
He laughed at his crude joke and Cherith's eyes narrowed.
"Look buddy, I'm asking like a civilized—"
"This is America! Free land everywhere! I'll pack where I want to and I don't care if your stupid car—"
"NOW LISTEN HERE YOU GORBY WORM! MOVE YOUR FUCKING CAR NOW OR A TIRE IS GOING STRAIGHT UP YOUR ASS IN 10 SECONDS!"
She screamed out at him, her magical aura circulating around them both and settling on the man, making him feel fear, like he was standing in front of an actual demon or dementor.
He let out a screeching whimper as tears gathered around his eyes, entering his car and driving off like the hounds of hell were behind him.
Cherith watched him go with a satisfied look in her eyes as she nods.
"Being civil really does solve things. Job well done."
She patted her back as she turned to the café, suddenly realizing she had garnered a crowd staring at her in shock.
She blinked for a second before an innocent smile wafted across her face as she walked towards the café's door, a mocha skinned woman giving her an approving grin.
"You go girl."
Cherith grinned as she walked inside, staring around for any sign of the reason she was there in the first place.
Her smile dropped when she spotted him.
He was sat by the window, a plate of pie by his side and a cup of coffee.
With a sigh, she walked over to him, sitting down, making him look up.
"Miss Gilbert."
"Martin."
She drawled out, motioning a waiter over.
"I specifically remember you saying 12."
Cherith gave him a look as he pointed somewhere and she turned to see it was about 15 minutes past.
She turned back with a shrug.
"Cherith Gilbert is never late. She arrives precisely when she wants to."
Jonas blinked at that in slight confusion as she ordered and the waiter walked off.
"Alright. So you said you knew about me. Talk."
Jonas smiled.
"It's not as easy as that, Miss Gilbert."
Cherith glared at him.
"Then what do you want?"
"Nothing as hard. Perhaps I just want to know more about the Scarlet Witch. Help you with your powers… be a sort of, guardian."
Cherith watched him with narrowed eyes.
If this man thought he could make her see sense in the nonsense he was spouting, then on his head be it.
"Tell me about chaos magic."
He hummed.
"Chaos magic is a form of sorcery that has existed for thousands and thousands of years. It is sorcery so dark and wild… so… chaotic, that it got it's name that way. It is magic so dangerous, that it's knowledge has been forgotten for that reason alone. Of course, there are few who can still harness such power. Seers… but even still, they can't access a drop in the vast ocean of it. And then, there's of course, you."
"Me."
Cherith whispered in distaste.
"Yes, you. And there in lies the Mythology of who and what you are."
"But where did the myth come from?... I mean… it didn't just exist one day!"
Jonas nodded.
"It didn't, but It has existed for thousands of years."
Cherith's eyes widened at that.
Thousands of years?!
"W-Wh—But how??"
"Because a seer saw it. However else would it be explained away?"
Jonas shrugged like it was the simplest thing in the world and it took all of Cherith's will power not to swipe him into the ground.
"Do seers still exist though?"
"Possibly. But if they do, they've separated themselves from mankind… or rather yet, blended with the rest of the world. After all, could you imagine how sort after they would be by questionable sorts if they knew the future could be revealed to them every full moon? Of course, from what I have read, it matters not what you want to see, rather, what the seer is allowed to see."
Cherith frowned at that.
It would indeed be a bad idea for a seer to wander about, shouting to the world what they could do, but at the same time, if they couldn't see whatever they wanted, then it was a bit disappointing nevertheless.
"So, what is a Scarlet Witch?"
Cherith looked at him.
"I know I'm apparently a being capable of spontaneous creation. I know I'm a nexus being! I know I can use chaos magic or whatever the fuck it is! I know all this and if you can't tell me something I don't know… then I don't think I should even be here in the first place."
She glares at him and he looked back at her, unconcerned by even the red chaos magic swirling in her eyes.
"Your myth has been foretold everywhere in the world in every tribe in existence. Is it amongst the druids of olds? The Egyptian sorcerers and sorceresses? The African Ajes? The Native Indians? The followers of Hecate? The oriental magicians? They all knew about you and more. And that is why, many are still waiting on the birth of the Scarlet Witch. Whether for good or for evil. Your birth was predestined to happen. To be hailed all over amongst not just supernatural kind… but human kind as well. To be a god amongst our kind. To be exalted above any and all."
Cherith felt unease settle in her at how he spoke. Like there was a slight madness to him.
"It all started in Wales."
Her eyes brightened and he smiled with a nod.
"Yes. The birthplace of your mother and her line, the Cadwallader family. From what I could gather from not just different grimoires, but also families and old texts as a scholar, thousands of years ago, your family was chosen to guard something. Something dangerous yet powerful. I don't know how it came about, or how your family came to guard it…"
He looks at her expectantly and she rolls her eyes.
"Well sorry to disappoint you old man, but I have no clue about my family."
"Pity…"
He gave her a disappointed look that ticked her off before he continued.
"Whatever it was though… it is connected to you, and how you got your powers. You have to understand, whatever it was, was powerful enough to cause two of the greatest clans in Witch history to clash. Two clans that had a sort of tight knit relationship, regardless of how they had practiced their magic and worshipped mother nature. It caused a feud that went on for thousands of years until more than 16 years ago, when both lines suddenly almost got extinct."
Cherith's eyes narrowed here.
"Are you saying…"
"That the Harkness might have had something to do with the deaths of your parents? Definitely. From my connections, and the timeline I built up, I guarantee that your parents had been in Wales all throughout when your mother was to put to bed and have you. In fact, the very day your parents were said to have died… there were witnesses who still saw them in Wales."
He said with a satisfied look on his face as Cherith's mouth opened and closed, unable to articulate a sentence.
"But… Wait—I—My… My parents died here… in Mystic Falls! My adoptive parents—they—Grayson was the one who helped my mother have me. I was born in Mystic Falls!"
She argued back at him, trying to ignore the slight panic in her throat and her magic dancing just beneath her skin.
"Come now Miss Gilbert. We have magic. There are ways to move around the world however we want. And while even I can't do that, you forget your mother was a Cadwallader, with access to magics forgotten."
It looked like he was drooling from imagining such exquisite powers, but now was not the time.
Cherith shook her head, not wanting to believe him.
He was lying after all.
He wanted something from her…
Needed.
"I'm telling you Martin. My parents were here in Mystic Falls."
Jonas scoffed.
"You have access to chaos magic and you won't believe what I tell you? Are you such a hypocrite to turn your eye from the truth?"
Cherith gritted her teeth at him, fists curling on the table in anger as a light bulb exploded in the café, some shouting out in surprise but Cherith and Jonas ignored that as Jonas smirked.
"Your magic wars inside of you. Your mother was a nature witch, just like the rest of our kind. But you, you are a chaos wielder. You have two power sources warring inside of you. But your chaotic side is the less dormant one."
Cherith scoffed.
"Dormant one? How can you even say that, with the powers I already have just beneath, waiting to be let out!"
Jonas scoffed.
"Oh Miss Gilbert. You haven't even begun to scrape the beginning of what you're capable of."
That stopped her short.
"You are a nexus being, or rather yet, will be… especially when you stop fighting your magic. When you embrace it. When you give in to the chaotic side you try your hardest to hide."
He smirked at her.
"Or am I lying?? Oh destroyer of all?"
Cherith swallowed.
Lockwood Mansion.
Historical Society's Tea Party.
Elijah and Damon walk into a study quietly excusing themselves as they close the door and the original immediately goes straight to the point.
"What can I do for you, Damon?"
"I was hoping we could have a word."
Elijah hummed before looking inquisitively at the younger vampire in front of him.
All brash and bravado.
Pity.
"Where's Elena?"
Damon shrugs unconcerned.
"Safe with Stefan. They're laying low, you know, bit of a werewolf problem."
"Oh, yeah, I heard about that."
Damon snorts.
"I'm sure you did since it was your witch that saved the day. We had our own witch though so…"
Elijah tilted his head, slightly amused.
"You are welcome."
Damon looks at the original in front of him as he sits down on a desk.
"You know, I'm super confused as to why you're here… why don't you give me some deets."
He smirked winningly at Elijah who ignored his question.
"Why don't you just stay focused on keeping Elena safe and leave the rest to me and those who actually can take care of things."
Elijah said to Damon who felt a slight prickle of anger rush through him as he blurs to the door where Elijah was already making his way towards, blocking said original from leaving and giving him a threatening look.
"Not good enough."
Immediately, the original wastes no time grabbing the younger vampire and blurring over, hitting him against the wall and Damon groans slightly, immediately moving to grab Elijah's throat in retaliation, but Elijah only looks at him like he was an ant under his boot, grabbing Damon's hand from his throat and easily pulling it away, making sure to crush the darker haired vampire's hand in the process, and Damon cries out in pain.
"You young vampires…"
Elijah tuts as he stared down Damon, holding him against the wall still, as he lifts him up, Damon's legs dangling in the air as he struggles to release himself, having not expected the strength the original was currently showing.
It wasn't normal.
"So arrogant you all are… how dare you come in here, and challenge me?"
He whispered quietly and Damon immediately knew this wasn't the person to play around with. And that alone, made him pissed.
"You can't kill me…"
He struggled out as his throat closed off in pain.
"It wasn't part of the deal."
Elijah scoffs.
"Silence."
He grabs a pencil lying on the desk and stabs Damon in the neck with it.
Damon clutches at the pencil and yells out in pain as blood gushes out of it and Elijah lets go of Damon, who falls against the desk and removes the pencil, painfully.
Damon claps his hand over the bloody wound and Elijah whips out a handkerchief from his pocket wiping the blood off his hands.
"I'm an Original. Show a little respect."
He dangles the handkerchief in front of Damon, who grabs it hastily, and places it on his wound.
Elijah hums, distaste in his eyes at the vampire in front of him.
So disrespectful. How he wanted to silence him permanently.
"Perhaps I made an hasty deal with the wrong sister…"
He says quietly before turning to walk towards the door, turning slightly once more.
"The moment you cease to be of use to me, you're dead, so you should do what I say. Keep Elena safe. Just because I promised you alive, doesn't mean you need all your limbs to survive. Your guerilla tactics mean absolutely nothing to me. Pass my greetings to the younger Miss Gilbert. Good day."
He leaves the room, Damon staring at the door with anger clouding his very mind.
Revenge playing in his mind.
Café.
"I don't know what you're saying."
Cherith shook her head, pushing her untouched pie from herself and moving to stand up but Jonas' huff stopped her.
"You really don't?... Even right now, you are starting to exude a heavenly aura around you. It makes people stare at you in a way. You might not have noticed, but you garner attention now more than ever. And soon…"
He leans in, creeping her out slightly.
"Soon, it'll build up. So mighty and flaming, that wherever you go, people will throw themselves at your feet and worship you. You will be chaos unmatched!"
"Stop it!"
She snapped out at him… her magic playing under the tips of her fingers at her agitation.
"Stop with the lies… the nonsense! Your wordplays mean shit to me!"
She gritted her teeth, trying to reel her magic in as her anger built up.
It was like he was trying his absolute best to make her angry.
And he was winning…
He looked at her imploringly.
"Let me help you, Cherith. Let me help you achieve ultimate power."
"What do you want from me?... I know you want something!"
She glares at him and he looks away, making her scoff in distaste.
"Of course. Whatever did I expect? My hours here are wasted."
She gave him a look, before standing and marching out of the café in anger.
Anger at everything!
Why did she even have this powers when it brought her even more trouble?!
SHE DIDN'T WANT IT ANYMORE!
"Miss Gilbert. Do you think you can do this on your own?!"
Jonas walked out behind her as she walked towards her car and she scoffed.
"Oh believe me, I've been doing good on my own, I'm sure I can continue doing that."
Lie.
"Please Miss Gilbert. You don't need to lie to me. There is a reason why you get angry all the time. Why you feel like you carry unstoppable anger."
Cherith stopped a few feet from her car and Jonas continued, glad he'd caught her attention again.
"There's a reason why you feel rage, hateful… why you're seemingly feeling emotions lesser. A reason why you always seem to want to watch the world burn…"
His last sentence got to her as she turned to him, surprise in her eyes at how he knew about her inner warring with herself.
"It is because of him…"
Cherith blinked, shivering slightly at how he pronounced the 'him'. With such reverence and hope.
She felt fear settle in her.
"Him?... Him who?"
Jonas smiled.
"The great shadow who has slept since before man crawled from the sea."
Cherith shook her head, even more confused.
"What?... You're making no sense! Who?!"
Jonas shook his head at her with a wistful smile.
"You wouldn't understand. It's too early for you to understand."
He then looked at her seriously.
"But it ALL started with him. And it WILL end with him. He is the reason why you have your powers. The reason why you were created. The reason you were, you are and you would."
Warning bells immediately rang in her head.
He was talking like a fanatic.
His eyes… there was a crack of insanity seeping through his usually calm self.
Had it always been a cover up?!
Who was he really?!
Cherith took a step back unknowingly and he raised a hand.
"You don't need to be scared Miss Gilbert. You will be fine once you understand everything. This world was meant to embrace chaos. Chaos is the only way we won't die. Chaos is magnificent. Chaos is hope. Chaos is life."
He spoke in such a serpentine manner that it drew Cherith in.
Made her want to believe everything he was saying.
Made her want to give in… to chaos.
"Embrace the chaos, Miss Gilbert. And you would even be able to bring your parents back to life."
That snapped her out of her daydream as she looked at him in shock.
"W-What?"
"Yes… all four of them."
Another round of warning bells rang in her head, this time even louder, as her heart banged against her chest and her magic swirled around her, as if trying to make her believe the warlock in front of her, as well as telling her not to believe him.
Warring.
She swallowed, taking a step back and giving him a glare.
"Just stay away from me Martin. You're obviously out of your mind!"
She spat out at him as she walked to her car, quickly trying to unlock it.
"You may think I'm crazy Miss Gilbert. But one day… one day you will come face to face with your destiny. And what else would you do… but embrace it?"
Cherith shook her head continuously as she entered her car and does off that early evening, not caring where she was going towards, Jonas watching her go with a foreign look on his face.
"You will see…"
He walks off, his stern faced mask back on, looking like he'd always looked.
The façade he'd always built up.
Salvatore Boarding House.
Alaric walks out of the library, shaking his head at the conversation he'd just had with Damon who remains in his relaxed position, until he hears a loud, crashing noise from the hallway.
His eyes fly open and he walks out of the library warily and into the hallway.
Out in the hallway, Damon stops as he sees Alaric who has a large knife plunged into his stomach, face twisted up in pain.
Alaric looks at Damon as he clutches at the knife and groans in pain as he falls to the floor, dead and Damon at alert.
Suddenly, from the rafters of the living ceiling, Stevie, the vampire from earlier, drops down with wolf-speed and Damon blurs away from him.
Stevie then jumps towards Damon who blurs off but catches the werewolf at his throat.
Stevie uses the population to bring out a syringe and plunges it into the vampires neck, emptying the whole concentrated batch into Damon's body.
Damon grunts but is not completely affected by the vervain as he and Stefan had been ingesting a high amount of it in order to build up resistance against it in case of a bad situation.
Damon then tightens his hold on the werewolf's neck, crashing him into several walls around the living room, leaving Stevie grunting in pain.
Finally though, the concentrated amount of the vervain seemed to settle fully in Damon's body as he falls to the ground, yanking out the syringe needle still in his neck and staring at it like it was the bane of his existence.
"Whew!"
Stevie sighed as he patted himself up, ignoring the slight pain and looking down at the vampire with a smug look.
"Damn, you're strong. It took the whole syringe. Are you on vamp steroids or something?"
Two more werewolves then walk through the front door, looking down at Alaric's dead body as Damon groans slightly, weak but still awake looking up from the floor.
"Grab that one. He's dead. Easy kill."
He smirked as the adrenaline still pumped in his body at having taken down a vampire, even though he had a large amount of help in the form of vervain.
Jules then entered the house, a shotgun over her shoulder.
She spots the weak vampire on the floor and smirked, walking over to him and staring down at him, placing a boot on his chest and pressing down with pressure and he groaned a bit.
"Hi, Damon. Nice to see you again. How's the view from down there, I wonder?"
"Ugh… not as good as you think you are?"
He groaned out, still having some strength to make fun of her.
Her smile vanished as she looked at him, a wicked light in her eyes.
"I'm gonna have so much fun with you."
Oh how Damon wanted to yank her heart out and show it to her as she fell to the ground dead.
He hated the bitch!
Wickery Bridge.
Cherith packed her car rather haphazardly by the bridge, walking out as her head seemed to run with a thousand things in it.
She shivered as she hugged herself, stopping by the side and looking into the waters.
It was calm.
It was cool.
It was everything she wanted to be.
But instead, she was chaos.
And she was destruction.
Especially if Jonas had been saying the truth.
She had been created for something.
And by the sound of it, it didn't sound good.
Why was it always her?!
Cherith scoffed angrily as tears built up around her eyes.
"So weak!"
She angrily spat out as the tears fell from her eyes and she cleaned it with shaky hands.
What else could she do… or even say, when it seemed she would be bringing the world it's own troubles.
And who could she turn to?!
Where could she go?!
Her parents… gone…
She didn't exactly have friends to discuss this sort of drama with.
Leslie… she didn't want her involved in this, especially when it didn't even concern her in the first place.
Jeremy… he was busy playing Romeo to someone.
Elena…
She scoffed.
She wouldn't even get started on that.
As much as she raged at her sister all the time, she loved her, but her sister more or less had her own drama to deal with.
Being the doppelganger and having magical blood that was the answer to a large number of things… and then having a sister who was a nexus being.
Who would be looked up to like a god.
Who could bring the world to it's knees and enslave it.
Did she want to do that?...
She shivered as her magic enclosed around her, singing in a seductive tone, how wonderful it would be…
The power…
The love…
The respect…
The fear.
She shivered again as another part of her magic fought for dominance. Dominance not to listen to such lies…
There was no happiness in enslavement.
Only hatred and death.
She angrily yanked at her hair, ignoring the pain it brought her as she paced to and fro as the night skies looked down upon the being that held the world at her finger tips.
"Ahhhhhh!!!!!"
She let out an angry and high pitched scream, punching at the bridge without her magic and she let out a pained cry as she heard a crunch and hissed, bringing her knuckles to herself as she saw blood trickle down and she sniffled, sitting on the ground and against the bridge.
She had never felt so lonely in her life.
Her main reason for wanting to go to Oxford, was to find a sort of closeness to the side of her family that gave her magic…
But she was beginning to feel resentment against her Cadwallader bloodline.
If not for them, she wouldn't be like this.
She would have even been able to turn her back on the supernatural world and run as fast as she could, no matter how selfish it sounded.
She never claimed to not be.
The evening breeze blew around her, focusing just on her alone as she struggled to pull her magic into herself.
But she couldn't.
She had never been able to.
She wasn't calm or collected.
She really did war and rage inside herself.
It made her feel like tearing herself apart.
Like… giving up.
She sniffled, cleaning her eyes and some blood got in her cheek.
She looked up at the sky, idly wondering what it would be like to be… gone.
From the world.
To have no worries.
"How wonderful is death… I wonder?"
She said to herself, slowly standing up and looking into the water.
It looked so inviting.
She knew she should have died that day her parents did.
She knew her magic had been what kept her from drowning.
But without it, she would have died.
What better way than to see how it feels now?
With a strange look in her eyes, she climbed over the bridge, looking down at the water.
While still, it moved as well.
It did look like peace.
And so… without a thought, she took one step forward, and fell into the waters, looking for peace.
Forbes Residence.
"How long is this gonna take?"
Caroline asked Bonnie, both girls crouched on the floor of the Forbes' living room, Luka Martin on the floor and under a spell as Bonnie placed her hands on either side of his head, shrugging at Caroline's question.
"I don't know. He's fighting me."
She gritted her teeth a bit as she furrowed her brows, feeling like she was straining herself.
Luka groans out slightly, turning his head left and right as if trying to escape from an invisible enemy.
"Please stop. Please."
He whispers out pleadingly but Bonnie ignored him, intent on finding answers, especially on Elijah, and if they could trust him or not.
Suddenly, Luka stops moving and Bonnie grins, pride building up in her as she successful put him in a trance.
She looked at Caroline and Jeremy who had just walked back into the room.
"Done. Now we can ask him any question."
"Are you a virgin?"
Caroline blurted out as Bonnie turned to the girl with an exasperated look.
"No."
"There! We know it's working now!"
Caroline shrugs and Jeremy snorts at the girl.
Bonnie then focuses back on Luka.
"Why are you working with Elijah?"
"Klaus. We both want him dead."
The three exchange looks and Bonnie continues.
"You want to kill Klaus, too. Why?"
"Because…he has her and we have to get her away from him."
Luka struggled out and Bonnie frowns in confusion.
"Who… who are you talking about?"
"My sister."
The three look at each other in surprise.
"His sister?"
Jeremy whispers, an understanding look in his eyes but Bonnie continues.
"Why does he have her?... What does she have to do with him?"
"He's searching for a way to undo the curse without the doppelgänger. He's forced generations of witches to help him for centuries."
"What has Elijah promised you?"
"If we help Elijah kill Klaus, he's promised to return her to us."
"And how do you kill Klaus? How do you kill an Original vampire?"
Luka quietens, beginning to fight the spell once more as he whispers fearfully.
"He'll kill me if I tell you. Please, don't make me."
Jeremy frowns, looking up at Bonnie.
"It's okay, Bonnie. We can find another way."
But Bonnie stubbornly refuses to heed as she places him back in the trance, this time forcefully.
"No. We still need more information. Luka, how will you kill Klaus?"
"After the sacrifice, Klaus will be vulnerable, weak. It's our only chance."
He drones out and Caroline blinks rapidly at the answer.
"After the sacrifice?"
"What do you mean, after?"
Bonnie commands him and he answers.
"Klaus will be vulnerable."
"But…"
Bonnie looks at her friends, a dreadful look appearing on her face.
"But… Elena will be dead."
"Yes. Elena has to die."
Bonnie looks up at Jeremy as he lets out a strangled gasp. Shaking his head disbelievingly.
"No."
Gilbert Lake House.
Stefan dumps an armful of wood onto the porch for the fireplace, so as to keep Elena warm as the night was becoming rather cold, and then returns to the garage.
He opens the door, flipping on the light, and walks in to get more firewood, but before he picks any firewood up, Stefan freezes.
He stands back up very fast and turns around only to see the werewolf, Brady behind him, with a gun pointing straight at Stefan.
Without so much as a word, Brady wastes no time shooting Stefan in the chest with a wooden bullet and he falls to the ground, groaning in pain while holding his chest.
Brady motions behind him and Tyler enters behind Brady, an unsure look on his face as he looked down at the vampire.
"Keep him down. But if he so much as moves…"
He hands Tyler the gun with wooden bullets in it.
"Kill him."
With that command, Brady leaves the garage as Stefan groans in pain, feeling the wooden bullets make their way a bit deeper.
At the sound of his groaning, Tyler points the gun at Stefan, feeling slightly nervous.
"Don't move!"
He shouts out at the vampire who gives him a pleading look.
"Just let me get the bullet out. It punctured my heart. I need to get it out. I'm not gonna fight you. Please."
With a look, Tyler moves around Stefan, while still keeping the gun pointed at him, looks at the door and looks back at Stefan with a knowing look and he scoffs.
"I don't think so."
"Tyler, why are you doing this?... What exactly are you gaining from this??"
Tyler glared at him, his hatred for Damon who killed his uncle, clouding his mind against Stefan.
"I can't let you break the curse."
Stefan gives him a curious look, though he struggled with the pain in his chest.
"You know about the curse?"
"You're liars, all of you!"
The angst werewolf growled out, his hands tightening around the gun as if wanting to fire another bullet at Stefan.
"No. I swear to you. We don't want to break the curse, Tyler. We don't want to do that."
Tyler scoffs.
"Oh, yeah? But I do."
With that, Tyler shoots Stefan in the leg and the blonde vampire yelled out in pain, holding at his leg as the bullet burrowed deeper.
"I can't be like this forever."
Tyler shook his head uncontrollably.
Just the one turn, and he knew he couldn't… he wouldn't be able to keep turning.
It was a pain he wouldn't wish on anyone!
It was like death while still alive!
And the phantom pain hadn't gone even though it had been days since the change!
He couldn't carry it forever!
"Tyler please... I'm just trying to save Elena."
Tyler rolled his eyes in anger at the mention of Elena. He was probably using her name as some sort of diversion.
"Elena will be fine!"
Stefan immediately looks up at him, his eyes taking on a knowing look.
"They didn't tell you that part, did they?"
Stefan scoffs.
"Who are the liars now?"
"Tell me what?"
"In order to break the curse, Elena has to die."
As soon as Stefan said that, Tyler gulped, unease settling in him as he begins to lower the gun with dread on his face.
Wickery Bridge.
Cold.
That was the first thing on her mind as soon as her body hit the water.
Too cold.
She opened her eyes as she felt herself sink further, not bothering to go up.
It was dark, but there was a light to it that made it look beautiful yet deadly.
She held her breath at first, looking around, floating.
Memories clouded her mind.
From the night her parents had died.
She remembered how happy they had been.
How they had been laughing when the accident had happened.
And then, she remembered the parents she had lost before that.
How would she have lived if Christian and Iola had been alive?
Would she have been able to control her powers much better than the loose control she had?
Was it even control?
As a kid, Cherith had loved to swim and had been on the elementary swim team.
She had been so good that she had been able to hold her breath for up to 9 minutes straight!
It definitely freaked out a lot of people, but now that she had her powers, she very well knew her magic had been helping her even as a child.
'It is because of him…'
Who was the 'him' and why did Jonas sound like he was talking about the very end of all things?
If it was indeed connected to her, wouldn't it be better to die now and save the world from absolute annihilation before it was too late?
She could suddenly understand why Elena felt the need to put herself in arms way for family and those she loved... but of course even her sister did that in the wrongest and most selfish of ways...
But still though…
She had a lot of things she still wanted to do before she even thought about… death.
She wanted to see the world.
Make actual… friends…
Above all else, she wanted to meet the person who would very well understand her above all others. Someone she could find comfort in. Someone that would make her feel whole.
She wanted to be happy.
She wanted to find herself.
She could admit that the happiness she was currently feeling in life was just that… artificial.
And everything was tied down to the title that felt so much like a burden to her.
The Scarlet Witch.
A title she'd never really wondered about.
A title she just thought gave her a lot of power and she never really thought about the consequences except how messed up her control was.
But wasn't that the reason why she was going to Wales though?
To help herself.
To learn control however she could.
She just had that feeling that something in Wales or someone… would be able to help her.
So yes! She wouldn't end her life now, not without at least trying to live!
Besides! If push ever came to shove, she'd just fly herself into the sun but on her own fucking accords!
Her eyes opened under water and a flash of anger crept in her.
Damn Jonas Martin!
He had planned this hadn't he??
Make her feel so unsure and scared of herself so she'd have no one to turn to but him!
After all, he was the only one who could help her…
But she knew… she knew there was something in it for him.
Cherith Iola Gilbert-Cadwallader would only give up on her own accord and not through some sick and twisted mind game by a man with hidden agenda!
She began swimming back up and once she burst through the surface, she let out a huge gasp as she welcomed oxygen back into her lungs, staring up and into the starry skies of the dark night.
She couldn't pull her eyes away.
It seemed so… mournfully beautiful, and it brought tears to her eyes…
"Glad I didn't miss this…"
She whispered with a melancholic air, before swimming towards an edge, turning and laying her back on the ground, breathing in and out heavily.
Feeling a small stab of pain go through her hand, she lifted it up to see it was still a bit broken but the blood had gathered around the wound.
Raising her other hand as it lit up with crimson light, she brought it over her injured hand, watching as it healed and sighed once more, just laying still and motionless.
"Fuck death! If I ever come to you it'll be of my own fucking accords! And I'll greet you like a motherfucking friend, oh yes I will!"
She ranted slightly heatedly before blinking, wondering why she was talking to herself, and a small snort of laughter escaped her, which turned into a full blown hysterical laughter even though she had no idea why she was laughing in the first place.
But relief did settle in her though.
She knew she was a ticking time bomb, that much was true… she'd learnt there was some sort of prophecy tied to her. She wasn't sure if she believed she was created for a purpose, after all, she knew her mother gave birth to her.
But she could believe that her powers were not normal, and there had to be a reason she had it.
Adding to the fact that apparently her family line had been protecting something for a long while. There must be a connection to her getting her powers.
What she knew though… and vowed on, was that… no matter what, she wouldn't let anyone use her… or even get into her head ever again, like Jonas Martin had done.
Now, things were going to be her own way. And if Jonas Martin, the Harkness family, or anyone else tried anything… she would make sure she was one step ahead of them.
Always.
She slowly got to her feet, stumbling a bit and the cold slowly becoming non-existent for her as her magic seemed to warm her off.
She idly scoffed.
It seemed to have a mind of it's own and it's agenda seemed to be either wanting her to embrace the chaos, or control and master it.
Maybe it'd just be better to embrace the grey life.
As she opened her car, the sound of her phone ringing filtered out and she sat down with a flop, ignoring her still wet self as she closed her door, picking the call after seeing the caller ID was her sister.
"Talk to me."
She prompted as she brought it to her ear.
"Cherry? Are you okay? Are you fine?"
Elena's concerned voice sounded over the phone and Cherith frowned at the urgent way the brunette had sounded.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?"
"Oh thank God! It's the wolves… something happened."
Cherith frowned as her sister told her all that had happened, all the way to Tyler's involvement.
The ruby haired girl sighed as she slowly drove home.
She could understand Tyler's part in it all.
He didn't want to be a werewolf, that much was true.
And he definitely had no one to turn to about it… the only person being Mason, and he was gone.
Why hadn't she told him about his death being a farce?
Easy.
Because he'd go blab it out to Jules and her pack and that was a can of worm that should be kept closed.
She didn't care about how Damon would feel about it… in fact Damon was very much like the bane of everything, including Stefan. Though Stefan at least tried not to be an asshole all the time.
And Cherith knew… oh she'd always known… but now, she knew now more than ever… she needed allies… from all sides of the field.
With how it seemed like there was someone or something out there waiting for her somewhere… and with the title she had on her that seemed like a burden…
She needed allies from everywhere.
Having a werewolf ally that owed her a thing or two…
Truly a good idea.
And maybe Tyler could also be…
Maybe it was time for him to know about Mason.
Having another werewolf on the side couldn't hurt things after all.
And besides… while he had been an ass while they were growing up and even till now… he wasn't the idiot that he'd always been anymore.
Just confused…
Maybe someone could help him out.
A more experienced someone.
But she still didn't appreciate him almost causing the death of her sister.
He still had to pay for that.
As she packs her car by her home, getting out, still wet from her hair down and looking like something dragged out of a pond, she walked towards the porch, slowing down a bit when she spots Tyler himself.
She scoffed.
Speak of the devil.
He stood by the porch, a black duffel bag in hand, looking like he was heading off somewhere.
He walks down the steps, walking to stand by her side as she turns to him, face blank, and a look of guilt settles on his face.
"Hey Cherith…"
She doesn't say anything, just keeps looking at him, and he swallows softly… stifling a sigh.
"Look, I'm sorry Cherith… for everything. I didn't… I didn't know what they wanted with Elena. I just thought… I don't want to be like this anymore. I don't want to be in pain… I don't want to loose control… I…"
His voice catches at his throat as he looked like he was about to break down and a soft look of sympathy appears in Cherith's eyes.
"I really miss Mason, Cherith… and I'm truly sorry… for everything. You've been a friend for me this past few days… you and Caroline… and you both never deserved how I repaid you back. I'm sorry…"
He whispered the end, looking constrict and pleading eyes on her.
It was quiet for a minute, and she finally sighs, making a look of hope build up in his eyes, but before he could open his mouth, Cherith folds her fist, enforcing magic into it and landing a punch across his jaw, throwing him into the grass a few feet from her and he groans out in pain, holding his jaw with hurt in his eyes as she walked up to him.
"I forgive you. But you could have talked it out like a normal person. And perhaps, I would have told you, that Mason wasn't dead a lot sooner."
The hurt in his eyes immediately vanished as a look of shock overtook it, as he stared up at her from where he laid on the grass, hope building up within him.
"…What?"
Forbes Residence.
Bonnie and Jeremy walk out of the living room, discussing Luka.
"Will he remember anything from the trance you placed him in?"
Bonnie shook her head, a confident look in her eyes.
"No. He'll know he lost consciousness, that's all."
"Should we wait for Caroline?"
"She was just gonna drop Luka back at the Grill. Said to lock the door on our way out."
Jeremy snorts.
"Yeah. Well, I hope she drops him hard."
Bonnie covers a smile at that, watching as Jeremy walks to the front door but she remains where she stood.
And as she watched him go, a decision settles deep in her as she takes a deep breath, hoping not to regret anything later on in the future.
"Wait!"
She calls out and Jeremy turns, looking at her.
With a shaky breath, she slowly walked over to him.
"You're my best friend's little brother, and I've known you forever."
She began, stopping as she reached him.
"You're that punk kid. I remember your awkward phase, and then your emo phase, your druggie phase."
She adds wryly and he smiles, making Bonnie's heart flutter a bit.
"And overnight, you turned into this hot guy who's really sweet and…"
Jeremy smirks.
"You think I'm hot?"
He leans in closer to Bonnie whose heartbeat quickened.
"With everything that's going on, you know, curses and sacrifice…"
He rolls his eyes at her stalling.
"Enough already."
With that, he leans down, placing his hands just around her jaw and places a kiss on her lips which turns passionate as it deepens, both letting out appreciative hums as they pull apart after an intense moment.
Bonnie looks up at him, a look of awe on her face, like she was seeing him for the very first time.
"Wow."
Jeremy smiles at her, pushing a strand of hair out of her face before leaning in for another kiss.
Side of the road…
Tyler walks slowly, bag slung over his shoulder, towards a car parked a few houses away from the Gilberts, opening the passenger seat and entering.
He sighs, turning to Jules who had a mournful look on her face.
"I'm sorry, about your friends."
Tyler wasn't too sure he actually felt sorry for them.
He'd after all told them time and time again to leave, especially with the warning from that witch guy or whatever.
And they had been killed so easily by vampires!
But loosing a friend… it was no easy feat. Let alone, loosing a large number of them.
That, he could give her.
Jules turns to him, giving him a pained smile as she nods.
"But if I'm going to go with you though… no more lies."
She nodded again.
"No more lies. You're doing the right thing though…"
He sighs, looking out the window.
"I can't stay here… not like this…"
And besides… he had another place to go. Somewhere to meet someone he'd thought gone forever.
Flashback.
Tyler stares at Cherith with shock in his eyes… hope building in him.
"…what??"
Cherith sighs, holding out a hand to him which he grabbed thankfully as she helps him up.
"I saved him. Damon only thinks he's dead because I sort of compelled him into believing it happened. He was going to kill him anyways… I didn't see the need."
Tyler massaged his jaw from the pain as his mind went into overdrive.
He wasn't dead.
Mason wasn't dead!
Cherith rolled her eyes, slapping his hand from his jaw and her hand lit up, surprising him a bit, but she only laid it gently on his jaw and he could immediately feel the pain receding.
"He's presently in Hawaii… catching the next big wave or whatever. But he can never set foot in Mystic Falls except he can protect himself, or he's ready to embrace death. This town… probably not a safe place for werewolves."
She stepped back, removing her hand as he massaged his jaw and he grins at her, a thankful look on his face.
Once again, she had helped him…
Maybe her joke about being some kind of benign goddess of sort had been funny… but not now, not when he knew she had protected his family.
"I'm leaving Mystic Falls."
He finally says and she hums, folding her arms and giving a small nod.
"With Jules."
"Sort of expected it, even if it's with that bitch. But she can't know about Mason though… lord knows she'd just drag him back into the thick of things… and I just have this feeling… now's not the time for him to announce his greatly exaggerated death."
She really did have that feeling.
"Besides… I'm sure you can learn some things from Jules for a while and then sneak off to go visit Mason before returning back to her like a good little puppy."
Tyler scoffs slightly, a small look of amusement appearing on his face as he looks down at her.
He'd had a thing for her not too long ago, but with the kind of person he thought she was, she'd never be interested in someone like him.
"See you around Dante."
She gives him a two fingered salute as she turns and walks away but he calls out to her.
"You know I could have seen us getting together at some point…"
"Oh?"
She turns to look at him with a raised eyebrow.
"Yeah… but you'd probably kick my ass before ever being interested in me Cherry."
She snorts.
"You got that right. And I'll let you go just this once for calling me Cherry. It's Cherith to you, asshole."
He grins, turning to leave when she hesitantly calls out to him.
"You know, I've always thought you a massive douchebag, wondering why on earth Matt of all people would hangout with you in the first place. And I still think you are a douchebag still… but, you don't get on my nerves as much anymore."
He grinned as he back walked away, slinking his bag over his shoulder.
"See you around… and keep an eye on Caroline for me."
"I'll try."
Flashback Over.
Tyler smiles a bit as Jules drives out of Mystic Falls.
He couldn't stay here like this… but he knew he'd be back.
So that happened!
Cherith experienced a little panic attack from what Jonas told her.
I think we forget occasionally that she's just a 16 year old teenager without someone she can confide in.
Her previous confidant was her brother but after their fight, they haven't been as close anymore, and now he's locking lips with another witch. Well… let's just say his priorities are somewhere else now.
Elena also has her own doppelganger problems to deal with.
Jenna, as you've seen, I made her into an unbeliever and she wouldn't even know what to do anyways.
Leslie, well, Cherith doesn't want her involved.
John is just an asshole.
She's alone basically, so she doesn't really have anyone to discuss this with, and like I've said, this is going to be crossing into her own storyline soon so we will be seeing more of Agatha and some unknowns soon enough.
But before that, we have the originals, lmao!I've never really been a fan of season 4 upwards much tbh and I might end the story in a way no one expects… muhahaha!!!! Maybe before we even so much as sniff into Season 4. Cherith can't stay in Mystic Falls forever after all.
But anyways…
Tyler has gone and he will meet up with Mason at some point.
Yay!!
As you can also see… there's a reason why Cherith has her powers, and as I've alluded… she was created.
I won't say how… I'll make you guys stew a bit.
But yeah, she's slowly realizing her Scarlet Witch title is not just a play thing.
And slowly the prophecy will come to place.
In fact, Agatha isn't the only one Cherith has to watch out for.
And Jonas Martin has a reason for approaching her how he did.
Anyways!
This is why Cherith needs an anchor.
As much as I love Kol… he's just as unstable as she is... 2 chaotic humans like that would either butt heads and create a cosmic explosion or be the best of friends... Hm, which one should I choose...*Evil Smirk*… but never fear! Kol is on his way!
Next episode will mostly be about Cherith and only Cherith!
Hint Hint.
It won't only take place in Mystic Falls either. Cherith is emancipated, never forget that, but her emancipation still has some pauses mind you. But yeah like I've said, her storyline will slowly start building up even more now, just with the Originals and Doppelganger thing happening in it.
And we will indeed hear the story of someone or something that may or may not concern Cherith... Lol... And no, it's not Leslie!
Also, someone told me apart from the bromance between Tyler and Cherith, they seem to exude some sort of sexual tension that could have moved into romance if I'd allowed it. I can kind of see it actually... But I'd rather not. Romance isn't the main focus of my fic anyway.
Quick question! Who's a stranger things fan here?!I hope you all look forward to the next chapter and please tell me if I should continue as well!!!!!!!
I Purple You!!!!!!!
