Elena had been in Fauline Cottage for a couple of days now. She was beginning to lose confidence that Freya was even there. She was fairly certain she'd come across every witch sentenced to the Fauline Cottage, and none of them seemed like they could be here. Of course, it was kind of hard to know for sure. Most of the witches there weren't very friendly. They kept to themselves and didn't appreciate her attempts at small talk.

Elena's impressions of the Fauline Cottage were not good. The place was awful. She knew it wouldn't be great, but most of the witches were treated quite terribly, and some of them didn't deserve to be there. It seemed that some where there because they lost touch with reality or became disturbed, not because they'd actually done something deserving of being put there. Unfortunately, Elena could sort of understand why Josephine did put them there. They needed treatment instead of punishment, but the kind of treatment they needed was almost impossible for them to get in human mental institutions. They wouldn't be safe there and no one would be safe from them. Still, locking them away to be mistreated for the rest of their lives wasn't fair.

Elena was sitting on one of the couches when a young, African American witch came and sat next to her.

"Hey, there," the woman said in a British accent. "I don't think we've been properly introduced. I'm Eva."

Elena recognized the name. Josephine had briefed her on some of the witches she should watch out for. The Kindred witches were on the top of that list, of course, but Eva Sinclair had been mentioned too. She'd been sent the cottage because she was responsible for the disappearances of child witches. Elena would love nothing more than to send this woman packing, but she needed allies until she got out of there. "Elena."

"You're a powerful one. I can feel it coming off of you, even with the stuff they give us suppress it. Is that why you were sent here?" Eva asked.

Elena could already tell why Eva approached her. She wanted to use her for her power. Maybe she thought Elena could get her out of there. Well, that wouldn't happen. She didn't aid people who harmed children. However, Even didn't need to know that. "Something like that. The witches in town were afraid of me."

"Me too. That's why many of us are sent here. We haven't actually done anything wrong. People are just afraid of us," Eva said.

"Have you been here a while?" Elena asked.

"Long enough. I've been here for several months," Eva said.

"So, then you know all the witches here," Elena said.

"Other than you and those that arrived at the same time as you. Why?" Eva asked.

"I'm just trying to figure out who I should be wary of," Elena lied.

"Oh, of course. Well, the Kindred witches, obviously. They're nasty bastards. Most of the others are harmless now. They can't really do magic. I wonder if you could though," Eva said.

"I don't think so. I can feel myself weakened," Elena said.

"Have you tried?" she asked.

Before Elena could respond, she saw a blond witch go over and sit down in front of the television. In a matter of moments, she seemed to become mesmerized by it. "Who's that? I haven't seen her before."

"Neither have I. She must have arrived last night. That happens a lot. Witches just show up at times, like you did," Eva said.

Elena nodded. That made sense. It didn't really matter since she'd just arrived. She was just curious.

"That one's clearly lost it. She's staring at the television like it's a foreign object," Eva said.

Elena watched the witch. She reminded her of her Uncle Finn. After he'd woken up after being undaggered, he looked at every piece of technology that way. "She doesn't seem like she belongs here."

"Most of us don't," Eva said before getting up and walking away.

Elena watched as the witch by the TV turned to look at her with a curious look on her face. Elena smiled at her. "Hi. My name's Elena."

The woman pointed to the television. "Have you ever seen anything like it?"

"Uh, yeah. It's the TV," Elena said.

She turned back to the object of her joy. "It's fascinating."

Elena smiled. Perhaps it was for the best that this woman appeared so oblivious to what had happened to her. She didn't seem to understand the life she'd been sentenced to. "Yeah, I guess it can be pretty cool," she said before getting up and walking away. She didn't notice the blonde's eyes following her as she left the room.

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Elena laid on the bed in her room looking at the ceiling. It was late and she couldn't sleep. Another day had passed, and she was no closer to finding her aunt. She'd pretty much resigned herself to the fact that she and Davina were wrong. If Freya had ever been here, she wasn't now, which meant Elena was back to square one. The trip wasn't complete waste of time though. Now that she'd seen how witches were treated here, she wanted to find a way to make life better for at least some of them. Many of the witches there didn't deserve to be there, like the blond witch she'd met yesterday. She needed help, not to be locked up in this prison and treated worse than an animal. Once she'd taken care of all she needed to, she was going to make it a priority to make life better for witches like her.

Elena's thoughts were interrupted by a light knock on the door. She immediately sat up. "Yes?"

The door opened moments later revealing Eva, who walked inside and shut the door.

"Eva, what are you doing here. It's late. Shouldn't you be asleep?" Elena asked.

"I could say the same to you. I wanted to speak to you where there was no one to overhear," Eva said.

"About what?" Elena asked. She was sure she knew though. Eva had been dropping hints since they'd met about her power and how she didn't belong in this place. She wanted Elena to help her escape. That would certainly not be happening. There were witches that didn't belong in this prison, but Eva wasn't one of them. She'd more than earned her place there.

"About getting out of this place. Neither of us belongs here. We were sent to this place because people feared what we could do. We don't deserve to be in this wretched place,' Eva said.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but I was under the impression that there was no way out," Elena said.

"For most witches that might be true, but you are very powerful. You can get us out of here," Eva said.

"Even if I could at full strength, I'm not at full strength, I'm not at full strength now, or even half strength. The Kindred witches have kept me just as weak as they have the rest of you," Elena said.

Eva shook her head. "No, you're different than the rest of us. You're stronger. All you have to do is try. I'm confident that you can do it."

"Eva, it's not going to happen. I'm too weak," Elena lied.

Eva charged forward and grabbed Elena roughly by the shoulders. "Try, damn it! I will not spend enough night in this hell hole!"

"You're going to want to take your hands off me," Elena said in a dangerous tone.

Eva only tightened her grip on the younger witch. "Make me! Use magic!"

Before Elena could even do anything, Eva let her go and dropped to the ground unconscious. She looked over at the doorway and was shocked to see the same blonde woman she'd met yesterday, only she didn't seem so out of it now. She seemed to be in complete control of herself. "What did you do?"

The woman shut the door and walked further into the room. She looked down at the witch she'd incapacitated. "It's just a sleeping spell. She'll wake up with no memory of the last hour or so. She is not your friend."

"I know. She was using me to get out of here. Who are you? You're clearly not what you seem," Elena said.

She smiled up at the young woman. "Neither are you, sweetheart. I don't know how you ended up here, but I get the feeling that you're no prisoner."

"Why would you say that?" Elena asked a bit nervously.

"For one, because Eva was right. You can use magic. You could leave if you wanted. I can sense your power. It's strong. It woke me up. I shouldn't have woken up for at least another year or so," she said.

"What?" Elena asked in confusion.

"I have been asleep for almost a hundred years. I wasn't expecting to find you when I woke up because you shouldn't exist. The child of a vampire. You should be impossible."

Elena's eyes widened in trepidation. No one should be able to tell that she was part vampire. That was why she wore the bracelet around her wrist. She was sure her spell had worked.

"Don't worry. No one else can tell. Whatever spell you put on yourself has worked. I just happen to be more powerful than your average witch. I don't mean you any harm either. It's quite the opposite," she said.

Elena pieced together everything this woman had just said to her. She was very powerful and had been asleep for a hundred years. That had to mean she'd been in the Fauline cottage for longer than Elena had realized. She also seemed to have a particular interest in Elena. Could it really be that this was who Elena was looking for the whole time. "Who are you?"

The blonde gave the young witch a knowing smile. "I think you know the answer to that already, just as I know who you are. Well, to an extent anyway. I don't know which one it was, but I do one of my siblings brought you into this world. I'm your aunt, Elena. But like I said, you knew that."

"Yeah," Elena said quietly. It was her. She found her. She found Freya.