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Chapter 4: We planted seeds

MYSTIC FALLS

I was still somewhat doubtful of my whereabouts. I was incredulous to think that I could be in the tvd verse and more so in the prison world. I had yet to know which year I was stuck in. I knew of two prison worlds. Lily & co's and Malachaï's. I hoped it was neither. For being trapped with deranged people was not my goal in life. Or death. It was weird that I had not speculated being in hell. I could possibly be in hell now that I considered being in a TV series. But then I would not have been able to sleep with a plushie, or I think that is not what hell is for…right? You shouldn't be able to make yourself comfortable.

I let some days pass without feeling anything. Letting my body make sense of where it laid. I stayed in bed, watching the light and shadows play on the brownish ceiling. My thoughts kept circling and my focus was non-existent. I knew that loss of feeling but I was tired.

My family was not here. My world was gone. My home was unreachable.

I wasn't hungry. I wasn't thirsty. I didn't want to get up. I stayed inside my cuddly cave, the hope of ever returning home getting slimmer by the day.

At the same time, I was not trying. I was not planning a rescue mission.

For that, I had to have hope.

The Grimoire had taught me nothing.

I only had speculations of where I was.

If I had proof.

My tired eyes slowly opened. It was dark. There was a light that shone beyond the bed sheet I was huddled in. I had enough time to get used to the new light that I hadn't had to shut my eyes when I pulled the sheet off. The cold breeze created goosebumps on my forearms. I shivered. Silent as a mouse I went to prepare myself. I stepped down the stairs, my movements lethargic. Eating had not lifted my spirits. My thoughts sluggish.

I pulled on a big furry coat trying to hide inside it. I knew I needed today's date. I knew it since I first thought I was in a Prison World. But what would happen if I was with some known characters? Psychopaths. Sociopaths. Lunatics. And if I had no clue who was imprisoned here? I would be left wondering. I could not, would not be able to handle the stress. It was good and fun to watch it on tv. In real life? I was scared. It frightened the hell out of me. How was I to cope with such ultimatum?

The Gemini Coven trapped Killers.

I would die.

My step wobbled just outside the porch. It was the afternoon. It had been a week or so since I had stepped outside. I had two hours till the eclipse would rise and the town would succumb to the dark side. I paced back and forth trying to convince myself that in two hours I could find my proof. Before it got dark. Before I couldn't see anything. Before I couldn't control anything.

It was so silent that hearing only my thoughts didn't help me. I was turning in circles. Where? What? But… And… If…

Letting out a shuddering breath, I pushed myself towards the police station. I hadn't had time to search last time. I had panicked and ran.

I passed by some shops. A clinic. The Gilbert's. A flower shop. The flowers still alive and out. It was a nice sight. I wanted to take (steal) a bouquet to have some company. And waste some time picking out the perfect one. With a lingering scent that would comfort and lighten the mood. Poppies, for example, would help me sleep longer and without any nightmares. I could also brew some poppy tea and drink it daily. I would be free of my irritated thoughts. That seemed like a better idea than finding out the truth.

I went inside the flower shop. There was roses, tulips, orchids, violets, and other colorful flowers. Poppies were just after violets. I snatched the steam of one fragile poppy, the petals falling in my hurry. The steam snapped in my grasp. I killed it. Saying 'snap!' would be an understatement. My arms fell to my side. The flower falling on the cold hard floor. I blinked several times. I broke it. I left the flower shop, guilt in the pit of my stomach.

Shoulders down, feet following behind, I reached the police station. I welcomed the shimmer of hope that slithered inside me.

It was dark inside. I turned on the lights. The first stop I made was the fridge. It seemed so long ago that I had slept here, it felt like a dream. The sandwiches and the beers were inside. It had been real. I grabbed some making sure they were material. Yeah… It wasn't a dream.

I searched the desks and the shelves. I found stacks of crippled newspapers. They were separated into three group: January 1994, February 1994 and March 1994. The last one was May 10 of 1994. The weather said sunny with a bit of cloud. And that Mystic Falls would see the eclipse above there heads. May 10, 1994? That was my birthday. I read the Newspaper. It was about the new mobile phone some company had produced. And on the back, three paragraphs down were an article on a sudden murder. A massacre in Portland.

Malachaï

« Oh no… »

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I locked the front and back doors and closed the shutters.

I made tea. Poppy tea.

I reread the Newspaper multiple times.

May 10, 1994

Massacre

Portland

Missing 22 years old boy named Malachaï

« It's like they expected me to be evil » I remembered his sentence from the episode where Bonnie found out about his background. I was stuck here with a sociopath. Unfeeling. Uncaring. Impulsive. Uncontrollable. Without any moral code. With no limits to what he could do.

My eyes were slipping close. The tea's effect rendering my body sluggish. A minute or two later I was sleeping on the couch, the fire crackling in the chimney. My dreams were swirling, the poppy fighting the arising night terror. Would I be left alone or traumatized? Only the morrow would tell.

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