Chapter 2: The New Girl

A story written by Yellow Smoke

All right's belong to their rightfull owners


Year 1956


Willow stared at her own reflection in the mirror, unsure what to think of her own image at this point, She had changed her clothing three times already, as she tried to find some kind of outfit that would make her blend in, but at the same time felt comfortable, but it just didn't feel possible. Not that she had much clothes to begin with, which didn't make it easier.

But in the end she had settled with a blue skirt and a green sweater with a white collar, hoping she wouldn't seem unfashionable, but at the same time blended right in. Because Willow really wanted to be accepted in her new school, knowing she would have to stay here for quite a while, and so first impressions mattered. Her mother had taught her that much, and Willow had already been the outsider her whole life, it would be nice if she for once was able to fit in. This was afterall a new place, where no one had heard her scream in fear in first grade, or asked the teacher who the bleeding man was beside her. Willow was ready to start over, if only it could have been somewhere else, but this was what she had to deal with.

A few strands of her honey golden curly hair was tucked behind her ear, while some strands were allowed to frame her face. The rest had been put into a low bun on the back of her head, a style her mother had taught her as a child, and she had always claimed it framed her face well, and made her seem more elegant. She had even applied a bit of makeup, mostly to hide the dark circles under her eyes, and make her seem like the woman her mother always had wanted her to be.

Which was strange, because the person Willow stared at in the mirror was anything but her. Sure they had the same eyes, the same hair and the same skin tone, but all of these things had never been her. As a child her mother had claimed she was a wild spirit, as mud always somehow clung to her clothing, and her hair had been a wild mess, which no comb could tame, but now she almost looked grown up. Mostly because the little wild girl never had been accepted by society, especially not as she grew up and continued to be different, so Willow wanted to try a different approach this time. But a part of her always feared they would see behind her facade at some point.

And so with a sigh she tried to give her most pleasing smile to the mirror, although it most of all seemed like a grimace, but she had tried anyway, and her lips quickly turned downwards instead.

"hheel…"

The noise itself made Willow turn around with a gasp, as she came face to face with the brown eyed man. The one who had been attached to Aunt Patricia last night, with a gun wound at his temple, and pretty brown curls. He hadn't really noticed Willow at first, but last night it had become clear to the ghost that Willow could see him, as they had eaten their dinner, and now he wouldn't leave Willow alone. She knew he couldn't get too far away from her Aunt, she had learned that much, but as long as she remained within her reach, she would be near this man as well.

But as Willow had gotten over the shock, and had managed to control her breathing, she realized it was him who had been trying to talk to her. The hoarse low voice had belonged to him, although it most of all sounded like someone in need of a glass of water.

"helpppp…" he tried once more, as he looked pleading at her, but silently Willow shook her head, as she turned her whole body around, making it clear she was going to ignore him. He even tried to reach out for her, to get her attention once more, but his hand simply disappeared through her shoulder, while she rummaged through her things on the nightstand, until she got the small metal box, and quickly opened it.

And as she swallowed the small white pill and waited, he slowly became mute once more, although he appeared to be yelling. His face went into an expression of fury, but Willow ignored him, as though he wasn't existing, and his words turned to mumbles, too low for the human ear to understand. It was like background chatter, easy to ignore.

With her bag in her hand Willow walked downstairs, ready to meet her uncle and aunt once more, although she still felt quite awkward and nervous around them. Last night's supper had been anything but comfortable, and Willow would rather have skipped the whole affair, but she knew she couldn't avoid them for the rest of her life.

But she had quickly learned that Frank was a quiet man, especially around his wife. The most he had talked to Willow so far had been on the car ride to the house, and that conversation had been anything but pleasant. To Willow he most of all seemed like a serious man, who saw no reason to speak, unless there was something important to say. That, and he seemed like a man who prefered to sit in the back of his yard, and drink beers to himself. While his dead father watched with disappointment.

All while his wife was the complete opposite. She had talked to Willow the whole evening, but not in a conversation. No Patricia Quinn talked, but it was she who did the talking, and Willow had at one point wondered if her ears were going to fall off, while her uncle tried to ignore all of them as he ate his meat. There was no doubt in Willow's mind that Patricia tried to be nice and make her feel at home, but the poor woman was almost trying too hard, and Willow didn't like how she was gossiping about everyone and everything. It always made her wonder what people like Patricia said about her when she wasn't there.

That, and Willow had a hard time listening to all of her words about the local church and God. Last night had been the first time Willow had to thank the Lord before she ate, and although she was young, Willow had long ago decided there was no reason to believe in something that didn't exist. To Willow it was impossible for a god to exist, because what kind of person would punish her the way she had been punished? What god allowed children to starve and men to go to war? It was simply not her belief, and the ghost's who haunted her hadn't exactly gone to heaven.

Just like the screaming man behind her, as she descended down the staircase, and into the kitchen, to be met by Aunt Patricia's smiling face, her teeth almost too white as she looked up from the stove, and greeted Willow.

"Good Morning dear, good to see you awake, did you sleep well?" she asked, as she stirred the oatmeal she had prepared for all of them. Frank was already at the dining table, shoveling the food into his mouth, while he read the newspaper and drank his coffee. All while he seemed ignorant to the world around him, and the ghost of his father behind him, who clearly tried to say something that he couldn't hear.

"Just fine, thank you…" Willow said with a timid smile, and still felt rather uncomfortable around these people, although Patricia was doing everything she could.

"I bet it's far easier to sleep here than in that big city of yours, with all it's noise!" Frank suddenly chose to interrupt, although Willow hadn't been aware that he was listening at all, and he didn't look up from his newspaper once as he spoke.

"I am sure Willow could sleep just fine in New York as well Frank," Patricia defended, as she poured a good amount of oatmeal in a bowl, and gave it to Willow. "Here you go, a healthy filling breakfast," she smiled, as she pushed Willow toward the table, before she went back to the kitchen to do god knows what.

And slowly Willow got into her seat, and looked at the slightly unappetizing oatmeal in front of here, before she added a heavy amount of sugar, hoping to sweeten it just slightly. Willow wasn't really a morning person, and barely ate anything before lunch, but she doubted a simpleminded person like Patrica would accept that kind of explanation. And so she had no choice but to eat each spoonful, while the table was silent, with Frank behind his newspaper, and Patricia in the kitchen.

And to Willow time couldn't get much slower. It wasn't as though she was looking forward to going to school, she never had and never would, but she did look forward to getting out of the house. Despite the fact the apartment in New York had been far smaller, she felt more uncomfortable and claustrophobic in this place, and gladly run far away from here. Her favorite part of the day would probably be the walk till and back from school, mostly due to the silence and loneliness.

The thought alone was enough to push the rest of the oatmeal down, and she had barely managed to swallow her food, before she suddenly stood up from the table, loud enough to make Frank look up from his newspaper, although he said nothing.

"Thank you for breakfast Aunt Patsy," Willow said politely as she stepped into the kitchen, and placed the bowl in the sink. Although she didn't like to call this hysterical woman her aunt, she knew it made her happy, and she probably wouldn't accept being called Mrs. Quinn anyway.

"Oh you are most welcome dear!" Patricia smiled, as she turned around with a brown bag in her hand. "Now I made you a big healthy lunch, are you sure you know the way? I would gladly accompany you?" she offered. An offer Willow already had refused five times.

"She knows the way just fine Patsy!" Frank yelled from the dining table, although he never once looked up. "Let the girl go, and kid if you get lost, either ask someone for directions, or walk toward the city tower," he added, and Willow just nodded. Frank had told her this as well many times, and Willow couldn't wait to get away from both of them.

"I will be just fine," she promised Patricia, as the woman followed her out to the hallway, and watched while she stuffed the brown bag into her satchel, which Patricia kindly had given her last night.

"Just remember to come straight home… and be careful with those boys," Patricia told her with a smile, although Willow could see that deep down she meant it, and Willow tried to give her a calming smile, as she got her shoes on, and grabbed her leather satchel.

"Don't worry, I have little interest in boys," Willow tried to assure her, as she said her last quick goodbuy, and almost bolted through the door, relieved to be out of the house, and out in the open once more.

It almost felt like a chance to breathe once more, as she got away from her uncle and aunt, along with their ghosts, and finally felt some kind of space around her. Not that she ever was given the chance to feel alone, because as she walked down Birch street she felt how people stared at her. How people driving their cars turned to look at her, and how young teens on their bike's stared at her silently, before they began to gossip with their friends about her. Housewives stared out of their windows, like she was someone from outer space, and it made Willow feel a need to hide inside herself, and so she quickly lowered her head, and got busy staring at the pavement beneath her.

She knew they weren't starring because they thought she was crazy, but rather because she was the new girl in town. She was the child born out of wedlock, who had been sent here to be hidden away, and everyone knew it.

And in the end it actually made her feel even more alone as she walked toward school, while she tried to ignore everyone and everything. Even the ghosts seemed to be staring at her, as she walked past a few, but thankfully none of them seemed to get the fact that she could see them.

But in the end Willow survived the walk of torture from her house, as she stood in front of "Leavensworth High School" as the sign politely informed, not that there was any doubt about it in Willow's mind. The light brown brick building with a flat roof screamed institution in every way, and if it hadn't been a clue in itself, the amount of young people parking their bicycles was. Willow was however surprised by the amount of cars as well, as most people her age couldn't afford a car, but judging by the school's size, this wasn't just a school for those in Leavenworth, but also for the kids in the neighboring towns. Most of the cars were however beaten up and old, but to Willow's surprise a few of them seemed to be in nice shape, while a red car and a blue one seemed almost expensive. And she could only assume they belonged to some of the teachers.

Now the only thing Willow actually did like about high school, was how young people was. It wasn't as though Willow was good at interacting with people at her own age, and most of them would at the end of the day know Willow was a freak, but there was one good thing about people at her age, which was the amount of ghosts.

It was mostly due to the fact that their lives had been short, or Willow could only assume so, but most people her age didn't have a ghost following them everywhere, which meant High School in itself wasn't so bad. That didn't mean there weren't any ghosts, because the teachers sure as hell got some kind of baggage with them, and there were always a few unfortunate students who had lost their father or sibling. But in general High School was a break from the world of horror, if only Willow could keep her head down.

And so she took a deep breath, before she looked up at the skies, and realized it was going to rain soon… and stupid as she was she had forgotten her rain coat at home. So with a sigh she quickly began to walk toward the entrance with the rest of the students, hoping to get inside before the rain started to fall.

And on the inside, the hallways looked like any regular high school, as Willow walked down the corridor, past people's red lockers, as she tried to locate the office. Patricia and Frank had already signed her in weeks ago, but she still had to report herself on the first day, but someone had thankfully placed a big sign above the office, and so Willow quietly walked in, while students chattered in the hall… staring at her as she walked past them.

"Hello…" Willow said shyly as she walked inside, staring at the small office, clearly meant for the school secretary, which was an elderly woman, who's name tag told Willow her name was Mrs. Anderson. The woman in herself seemed kind enough, as her green eyes took a look at Willow as she stepped inside, and a smile graced her lips.

"You must be Miss Cross," the elderly woman smiled, and Willow smiled back for a second, before her eyes for the first time fell on the small boy beside the secretary. He couldn't be more than six years old, with red hair and freckles. Some might have thought that Mrs. Anderson had brought her child with her to work, if it wasn't for the fact that Willow knew no one else could see him. She could only assume it was her child, her dead child, who judging on his appearance had died drowning. Because water was dripping down from his body, onto the floor, while he remained pale as a sheet, as his green eyes stared up at his mommy, trying to get her attention.

"Indeed," Willow tried to smile, as she forced her attention away from the boy, and back to the living person in front of her. "I was told to report to the office on my first day," she then tried to add, hoping the little boy hadn't seen her. The last thing she wanted was to be followed by him on her first day.

"Of course," the kind lady smiled, and Willow couldn't help but feel slightly bad for her, as she began to give her all the necessary papers, and explained her schedule to her in detail. This school clearly never got any new students, or they wouldn't use fifteen minutes on explaining everything in detail, and by the end Willow knew everything there was to know about this school. Mrs. Anderson even offered to accompany her to her first class, in case she got lost, but Willow quickly assured her she could navigate on her own. This was by all means a small school compared to her old one, and Willow wasn't even sure this school had more than a hundred students, while her old school had held five hundred in New York. Here there wasn't even more than one building, and although it was big, and on two levels, it was easy to navigate.

And so Willow found herself outside her first classroom, staring at the open door, which led into a medium sized classroom. Clearly her new classmates had already seated themselves at their designated tables, small old wooden tables, far older than the once Willow was used too, and although school chairs never had been comfortable, these wooden chairs looked extremely uncomfortable.

"Let's get over with this," Willow muttered to herself, as she stepped inside the classroom, and looked around for the teacher, who quickly eyed her from his desk in front of the class.

"Miss Willow Cross I presume?" he asked, as his grey eyes bored themselves into hers, as he stared skeptical at her. She was after all the cop's niece, and the center of gossip these days. Not to mention she was a girl from the big city, which almost was the same as being cursed around here.

"Yes…" Willow asked, rather shyly and tried to keep herself from blushing. "I uhmm, Mrs. Anderson told me you would be my teacher through the first period," she managed to say somehow, and could feel how everyone's eyes were resting upon her, making her hands slightly sweaty.

"The name is Mr. Chapman," the teacher told her, as he looked around at his desk, trying to locate her new school books. "I teach in history as well as english literature," he told her, as he handed her two school books. "Now I don't know what they teach you in the city, but try to keep up the best you can for now. We have pretty high standards at this school," he informed her proudly, and Willow could almost guess he was a snob. His brown hair told her so, as it had been styled well with gel, and the brown suit and handkerchief told a lot more about him than Willow wanted to know. And she could already sense they weren't going to be good friends.

"Thank you," she simply muttered, and half confused she turned around, and looked for an empty seat. There were two left, one on the furthers row away from Mr. Chapman in the corner, and another seat was empty in front of that. And so Willow quickly seated herself in the corner furthest away, hoping to get a moment of peace to calm herself down.

She hated being the center of attention, and brought her completely out of focus. So much that she hadn't even glanced at her classmates yet, or checked how bad the ghost situation would be, because this man had brought her completely out of track… but just as she tried to look around, the last student arrived in her class…

And if Mr. Chapman had brought her out of focus, this guy completely removed her from this world.

"Alright class, please turn to page 41," she heard the teacher order, but she didn't even touch her book, as she stared at this strange person in front of her.

He had taken the last vacant seat, the one in front of hers, and Willow had only seen his face briefly, but she could already tell that he was pretty. And not just pretty like baby blue eyes and a decent face, no this person looked like a god. Willow wasn't even sure it was allowed to be that pretty, and pale for the matter, as his skin seemed to be as white as a sheet. The guy had prominent cheekbones, and a sharp face, which could have belonged to an actor, actually this guy had to be in some kind of movie, or in a magazine.

He hadn't as much as looked at Willow as he sat down, but Willow was staring at his back like it was the most amazing thing she ever had seen, and she swore that boy could have worn trash, and it would have looked great on him. He was however wearing what looked like an expensive white shirt and grey pants, not to mention his shoes seemed to be made of fine quality leather. Willow was more or less carried away, staring at his honey blonde hair, which made her own hair seem dull. How a person could style their hair so naturally was beyond her understanding, as she watched how his hair seemed to frame his face perfectly…

The only thing that really brought Willow out of her state of obsession was when she looked at his surroundings.

She hadn't even heard what the teacher had said, or in any way paid attention to the class itself, she couldn't even tell how long she had been starring, but as she finally got out of the hypnotic state, she realized something was completely off.

Because there was supposed to be around twenty students in this class, and a teacher. Willow was already used to adding a few more, which were people only she could see, but as she looked around this classroom, there were maybe a total of thirty five people.

And fifteen of them were only for her eyes to see.

The first one that really caught her attention was a boy, standing just beside the god like man. He had to be around twelve, with brown straight hair, a narrow face, and the same pale skin. Now he didn't say anything, he knew whoever this man was, that there was no way he would get in touch with him, but his eyes seemed to be accusing this man, and what scared Willow most about him, was the fact that he had red eyes.

Now Willow had seen a lot of ghosts over the years, but none of them ever had red eyes, and her heart began to beat, as she wondered whenever she truly was starting to go mad. Who had red eyes?

But it wasn't really the only strange thing about this boy, because his clothing seemed out of time. Sure anyone could wear a blue striped shirt, but who wore that kind of old suspenders when they were twelve? It puzzled Willow, but it was the least of her troubles as she looked around the room.

Because the other fourteen ghosts were surely strange as well. Some of them were females, although most of them were men, and they all had one thing in common. None of them were dressed like they belonged to this area. Which became completely clear to Willow, as she realized some of them were wearing military uniforms, which surely belonged to another century. Although she never had been that interested in history, she knew these yellow and grey uniforms had to belong to the Civil War, which made her heart beat even faster, while her palm became even more sweaty.

A lot of the people weren't gathered that close around the god like man, but to Willow there was no doubt they all belonged to him, because she was pretty sure they didn't arrive before he did.

But it brought so many questions and fears to her mind. Why were soldiers from another century following this young man? And why did that boy have red eyes? As Willow looked around she realized it wasn't just the boy, a lot of the other ghosts had red eyes as well, with these strange cracks along their necks… like porcelain broken in two. Was that even possible to a human? Willow hadn't even met a person before with so many ghosts connected to them, and she understood nothing at this point, not that she had been able to understand much before this moment.

But her heart was beating faster and faster, while time seemed to pass without her noticing anything. The only good thing about Mr. Chapman was that he cared very little for his student, and required nothing but silence, as he spoke through the whole period.

And so Willow almost gasped in shock, and her heart skipped a beat as the bell finally rang loudly through the room, and everyone gathered their things. Students almost bolted the room, relieved to get rid of Mr. Chapman, if only for an hour.

Willow however had little time to gather her things, as the strange god in front of her turned around, and stared at her, with a concerned expression. Willow couldn't explain why, but he almost seemed to be in pain, as his strangely soothing golden eyes stared at her, and Willow wondered if a person was allowed to have golden hair and eyes.

"Are you doing alright Miss?" he asked simply, and made it clear in every way that this was nothing more than a polite question.

"Yes… yes uhm, yes, sorry i am just new to it all," Willow somehow managed to say, as she very quickly grabbed her books and satchel, while she wondered how he knew she wasn't okay. He hadn't once turned his face toward her during class, so how could he know she wasn't okay? "I gotta go!" Willow then really quickly said, as she almost ran from the room, and out into the busy hallway, while her heart tried to leap out of her chest.

The most prominent feelings inside Willow at this point was fear and confusion. Fear because something was wrong with those ghosts, as she never had seen people with cracked necks before and red eyes, and confused because they seemed out of time at this place, following that honey haired boy.

"Calm down Cross," Willow muttered to herself as she walked down the hallway, and tried to make her heart relax as she took a few steady breath's. She tried to make herself realize these ghost's couldn't harm her anyway, and in general this golden boy had nothing to do with her, so there really was no reason to think about it.

And so she walked the distance to her next classroom, this time algebra, which to Willow was the worst possible subject. Her mother had simply always said that they didn't have a head for numbers, and Willow could only agree with her mother for once, and she somehow managed to drag herself though the whole period. In general Willow wasn't really a girl who liked school that much, or had a head for any of it. She liked english literature as long as she didn't have to speak in front of the class, but she didn't possess any talent for any of the subjects, as her teacher once nicely had told her. And it was true. Willow however did like to write small poems and stories, although she never had shared them with anyone, and would like for it to remain like that.

But it turned out that her algebra teacher was fairly alright, or at the very least better than Mr. Chapman. He was a slightly younger man, named Mr. Lee, with redish hair and glasses, who did his best to make the whole class understand what he probably viewed as rather simple. To Willow however, it was all just nonsense, and she quickly ended up in the back of the classroom once more, thinking to herself as she pretended to calculate… a disguise she had practiced for years.

This period was however far more relaxing than the first one, as there were no soldiers or red eyed people, and as the class ended Willow felt far more calm, as she with the others got up from her table, and began to walk toward the door.

"You are Willow Cross, the new girl, aren't you?" a girl beside her asked as she walked out into the hallway.

"Yeah…" Willow said, as she eyed the girl, rather unsure what she wanted. Her blonde curled hair, makeup and pretty blue eyes told Willow most of what she needed to know, along with the fashionable clothing and expensive purse. "And you are?" she tried to ask politely, although Willow had very little faith in a friendship between them. Willow was new and from the big city, and this girl was clearly the popular one at school, searching for anything new. If Willow had to guess she was probably the leading cheerleader as well and the queen at prom, and she would quickly realize Willow was a waste of time, but she was going to play along until then.

"Sharon Marshall," she introduced, showing her perfect teeth, as she to Willow's dismay grabbed her arm, like they had just become best friends. "Now i know everybody in this school, so why don't you come sit at my table, and i will tell you everything about everyone?" she suggested, and although it sounded like an invitation, Willow knew it was anything but.

"Sure…" Willow said rather unsure, as Sharon began to drag her toward the canteen. Willow noticed how everyone seemed to move out of her way as she walked past them, all while the boy waved to her, trying to get her attention, and girls stared dreamingly at her, probably hoping to be Sharon one day.

"You are a Junior like me, right?" she asked as they walked, and Willow tried to keep up with her pace, which was rather fast considering Sharon was wearing heels.

"Yes," Willow said shyly, unsure what else to say, but it turned out she had to say very little while being near Sharon.

"Good, because it would hate to be seen with anyone younger than me… it gives very little credit if you have to befriend someone from a lower grade," she warned her, and as they walked to the canteen she began to point at different people, explaining who they were, and who their families were. "My own father works in Seattle, so we see him rarely," she explained along the way, and Willow could almost sense the proudness in her voice. People in this town clearly didn't go very far, and so knowing someone in a big city was apparently an achievement.

Willow however didn't have to respond, as Sharon could talk with very little context, and so she simply walked into the canteen with her, while Sharon guided them towards a table in the middle of the room. Clearly meant for the smart and popular kids, and Willow knew it was a question about time before they threw her out. But for now she was clearly considered Sharon's new friend, and so one of her friends, or rather servants even got a chair for Willow so she could sit with them. The boy was clearly crazy in love with Sharon, although the blonde girl barely noticed him, as she sat down, and began to eat her own lunch.

Willow had really lost all appetite for today, and so she simply took a sip of water as Sharon began to fire questions off in a rapid speed. What did New York look like? Was it true fashion was completely different there, had Willow ever met anyone of importance, perhaps someone famous she could put Sharon in contact with? Because Sharon did dream of becoming an actor, and a model… not to mention she wanted to get rich.

Through the questions it became clear to Willow that Sharon was getting bored with her, as Willow clearly wasn't as exciting as she had hoped for, and just as Willow had predicted Sharon quickly began to talk with someone else, as she realized there was little use in her.

But it didn't matter to Willow as she already knew this would happen, and so she leaned back in her chair, and took a look at her surroundings…

And that's when it hit her once more, the fear.

Because as she took a look around the room, she noticed someone in the far end of the room, a whole table actually, filled with people. And they all appeared to be gods, who had landed on earth by mistake.

She already knew one of them, the honey haired one from history, and by his table four other beautiful creatures were placed, all more beautiful than any other person. The one beside him being a petite woman, with short brown hair, which she somehow made fashionable. Just like the rest of the table she had pale skin, and although there was some distance between them Willow could swear she had the same golden eye color. The girl was also clearly into fashion, as she had been daring enough to wear dark blue pants in such a small town, which would have given Patricia a heart attack.

But beside the tiny one was perhaps the most beautiful woman Willow had seen her entire life. She made Sharon's curly hair seem fake, as she had a massive blonde hair that ran down her back, like a river naturally carved from its surrounding. Her face was the face every woman desired, and her figure was nothing less than perfect. This was the kind of female her mother had tried to be, and this was a woman that seemed cold as stone, as her face told everyone that she couldn't care less.

And beside her was the biggest man Willow ever had seen. Not that he in any way was fat, it was quite the opposite, he looked almost like a bodybuilder with thick muscles, pale skin, and a mess of curly dark hair on top of his head, and his arm was wrapped around the blonde one, which made Willow wonder if they were together. Probably though, and Willow could only guess they would have beautiful children one day. And Sharon would never be queen of any prom as long as those two attended high school, and Willow could only guess that huge guy were on some kind of football team.

But Willow didn't have long to stare at him, as her eyes moved on to the last person… the guy who was staring at her as well. He was probably what an artist would describe as perfection, like a marble statue from the antique rome, with perfect pale skin as the rest of them, and a mess of bronze colored hair on top of his head, which almost hypnotized Willow for a moment. To her, he was the very image of perfection, and although the others were beautiful as well, this was different. None of them could really be humans, with their perfect skin, and Willow almost felt herself sinking into her seat as she felt his dark golden eyes stare at her… while frustration could be seen in his face.

"Edward Cullen is starring," Sharon said with a giggle, as Willow once more got her attention, mostly because Sharon had a crush on Edward, but it had never really been returned.

"Who are they?" Willow asked, confused, while her heart slowly started to beat faster once more, because there were far more ghosts around those five than she ever had seen before.

"Oh… that's the Cullen family. Rosalie Hale is the blonde girl, and the blonde guy is Jasper Hale… they are siblings. And the big one there is Emmett Cullen and the small one is his sister Alice, while the hot man staring at you is Edward," Sharon gossiped excited. "They are all the adopted children of Dr. Cullen and his wife…" she continued, but whatever she said after that, Willow never heard, because the longer she stared at the table, the more scared she got.

Because the amount of ghosts were insane… and their appearance even more. The soldiers were still there, along with the red eyed once, but even more had been added. Willow could now see a brown haired man as well, dressed in a three piece suit, with blood coming out of his neck. While he stared with fear at the one named Rosalie… like she had done it to him? And more men were behind him, in similar states, all shaking in fear, like she could see them… and all of them were dressed in slightly outdated colors, like this hadn't happened recently, despite the fact this probably had happened recently.

And Willow noticed another woman, who seemed to be far older, and Willow could only assume she was related to the one named Edward, as they had the exact same hair color and face. But as the only one she was staring straight at Willow, and Willow couldn't help but stare at her. Noticing how thin she was, and how pale she was, only dressed in a nightgown, while sweat ran down her face, like she was too warm.

The list was endless, as ghosts had piled up around this table, all while Willow's heartbeat got faster and faster. Most of these people had suffered a horrible death, with blood running from their neck, and Willow simply couldn't understand why they were connected to that family… but something was wrong. Something was off, and something wasn't right.

This was all so messed up, and Willow could feel how her heart got faster and faster, while fear seemed to creep into her very soul.

"I personally don't mind the relationship, but…" she heard someone say far away, and could only assume it was Sharon, but she was too caught up in her own thoughts, as she felt Edwards eyes on her, while his face seemed to be annoyed for a moment, before another kind of feeling hit him, and he turned toward his sisters and brothers.

Willow couldn't tell what he was saying to them, but it made all of them stare at her, while her heart beated even faster. Like it was trying to get out of her chest.

And as her eyes met their golden once, she somehow knew that these people knew… and even worse, they had to be dangerous.

"I uhm… i need some fresh air," Willow managed to say, trying to hide her panic, as she got up from her chair, and without any further words began to walk in a fast pace toward the exit. She feared these people were going to follow her, and she had to get far away from here as quickly as possible.

She almost felt like an animal, being hunted. She couldn't tell why, but she knew these five individuals were dangerous, why else would they have so many wounded dead ghosts around them? Something was completely wrong, and her instincts bid her to get as far away from them as possible.

And as soon as she hit the empty hallway, she began to run, reaching the entrance faster than she thought possible, and blindly ran out into the parking lot. She hadn't heard anyone behind her, and could only assume she had been given a small leap ahead, but knew it wouldn't last for long.

What Willow however hadn't seen, was the car driving towards her on the road, and just as she ran out trying to cross, she saw the headlights.

And the last things she recalled was a pair of golden eyes, staring into hers.


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