Two Paths
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The Secret Circle – The Vampire Diaries
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John Blackwell
Cassie Blake
Jake Armstrong
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Summary:
Up until Amelia died, Cassie had known of magic- especially her own. But who taught her everything? Why has she started to have strange visions, and how does her father know about Damon helping her learn the art? Cake & Delena
Takes place after everything in the Vampire Diaries (after all the drama). My reasoning is that you can place this story anywhere in the timeline you want.
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Chapter Five~
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"Memories are all we really own."
~Elias Lieberman
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Then
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"Hold on Cassie, don't pass out till we get home." Jakes deep voice would normally cause her heart to beat faster and wake her up…
But now his voice faded into blackness as did her vision of him.
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Now
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Jake sat on the edge of Cassie's couch, watching her sleep.
After he arrived at her house, he burst through her door. Thankfully it had been unlocked; otherwise he wasn't sure of what he would have done. Once inside he gently placed Cassie on her couch, she had sighed contentedly at the contact of the soft pillows.
Cassie's frame moved slightly, shaking Jake form his thoughts.
"Mmm…" she groaned, moving her head and opening her eyes. "What happened?" The petite blonde asked as her vision focused on Jake.
He gave her a soft look, "You fainted and I took you home."
She merely groaned in response. "I gathered that much…" was her only response.
Then they sat therefore a while, before he spoke. "Cassie… what's going on?" Jake eyed her wearily.
The blonde girl eyed him warily, "What do you mean?" she said with caution.
"That wasn't a normal migraine was it?" Jake asked his shoulders tense.
Sighing Cassie relaxed into the pillows, her gaze settling on the ceiling. A long silence stretched between the two of them… "No… it wasn't normal." was her weak reply.
Breathing in frustration Cassie sat up beside him, "I don't know what to do." She covered her head in her hands.
Jake took a deep breath. "We'll just have to take it one step at a time I guess."
Raising an eyebrow she turned to him, "We'll?" she asked mocking him. "I didn't know we were in this together."
Rolling his eyes, Jake scoffed. "I am now included since you decided to fall asleep in my arms." He smirked as a blush covered her face.
"Whatever…" was the only response she could think of. Which was a feet considering there was still a pounding in her head. "What time is it?"
Checking his phone, Jake responded. "A little after one."
Relaxing back into the pillow Cassie sighed in relief. "School won't get out for another hour or so…"
Jake's lips quirked into a smile, "And why is that important?"
"That way…" she began, "… no one will be arriving anytime soon." Cassie explained with a few failings of her hands.
"So you really mean is that Adam won't be stopping by very soon." The sandy blonde haired man sat back against the couch.
Rolling her eyes Cassie un-curled her legs and placed them on his lap. "Well him or Diana… or any of the others." They both laughed. "I don't think my head could take everyone talking all at once."
Slowly the smile left Jake's face, "How is it?" Slowly a more serious look entered his eyes, studying her closely.
"Still hurts, but it's going away." Cassie gave him a small smile as she struggled to sit up. Gently Jake helped her sit up, his hand on her back. "Thanks…" she said in a voice barely above a whisper.
Suddenly the silence was interrupted as the sound of the front door opened. The two jerked in shock, looking over their shoulder as John swept into the room.
"Oh…" John said awkwardly as a silence ensued as the two parties took the other in. "I didn't know you got out of school this early."
The two blondes stood, Cassie answering. "We don't. I got a really bad headache and decided to go home, when Jake helped me out." In a way she felt like she was caught in a bad situation and was trying to explain it to her father.
"Ah… I see." John said slowly, and looked around the room. "So are these headaches pretty bad?"
Slowly Cassie nodded as her father moved into the living room. Then John sat down on one of the love seats, so she and Jake sat back down on the couch as well.
Then her friend spoke up, "They're not normal… the headaches." A frown appeared on her fathers' face and Jake continued. "You can't tell now, but before I could feel this weird supernatural feeling coming from her when they got really bad."
The petite blonde turned to her father, "Do you think somebody put a curse on me? O-Or…"
John held up a hand, "What happens when they get really bad?" he leaned forward, genuine concern in his eyes.
Cassie looked at the ground, taking time to choose her words. "I-I have visions…" She could feel Jake's stare. "…of me with my mom, but they're not memories, cause I don't remember them ever happening."
John nodded along, trying to get her to continue. "It may just be the stress of loosing her mother, that's causing these dreams…"
"They're not dreams!" Cassie said exasperatedly. "I don't know… it's just, there's something about them that seems so real, but…" she trailed off.
"But, there's something off about them?" Her father supplied as Cassie nodded. "What's strange about these visions Cassie?"
Looking up sharply she snapped, "Let's get one thing straight; these are not visions! They're memories, I don't know how but the fact is that I know they're real!" Sighing she slouched a little under the two men's stares. "The strange thing is that there's this guy… he has black hair and the bluest eyes I've ever seen…" she couldn't think of his name, it was on the tip of her tongue, "… but that's not it, he' knows magic and me and mom practice together." She was near tears.
Jake hesitantly looked at John, "Is there any kind of spell that can take memories away?" The older man nodded, and the blonde continued. "Well then there must be a spell to bring back memories." He lightly placed his hand on her knee, "Cassie, if they are real memories and not just some other witch making them up, we'll figure it out."
His words were sure, but on the inside both he and Cassie weren't so sure.
But John Blackwell was silently cursing the name Damon Salvatore.
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Chapter 5~ Fin
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After Note:
I like ideas! If you want the story to go in a certain way LET ME KNOW! Anyways, do you guys like Jake? Cause I'm just like 'damn you fine!' but you know that's me. *shrugs*. Oh~ and the whole little thing about everyone calling Cassie a 'drama queen' cracks me up, and it will come into play.
Adios~