#dbreedpara

Alexis was wondering around the carnival. She felt somehow weaker, how could that be possible? Her guts told her to get away, and she tried. Realizing she cant, only caused her heart to be wrapped in fear. She tried to teleport, and she did but not out of the carnival. She was still in. "What the bloody hell?" she asked more to herself. She tried to use her witch powers but she couldn't. This carnival was supposed to be fun, but obviously there was something more in here, something dark and unpleasant, something she never see before. 

The power was still out and Elena went to the Bennett's household. She didn't care whether she was attacked right now or if she got killed but she needed to get to Bonnie's place. She knew it wouldn't be right but she had to. She had to smell Bonnie's scent and she had to just.. She had to be around stuff that belonged to Bonnie. She came in through the window which landed herself in Bonnie's room. Her face froze. "B-bonnie.." She whispered as tears were already streaming down her face. The room made her think that Bonnie was still alive and it was all a simple prank but why would a stranger lie to her? Bonnie hasn't been seen the entire summer and she could feel herself go every time she thought of Bonnie being dead. Sure Elena had Caroline, Matt and Stefan along with Damon but Bonnie was her sister. She was with her through everything and she almost died just to save the girl-- multiple times. Elena took a few steps back when her back hit the door which as soon as it did. Elena slipped down, feeling to the ground. Sob after sob escaped her as she could barely see a thing now. 

William left his house to find Avery. He had no idea where was her house so he had to ask few people until he found it. Now her house was standing before him, he knew she was inside. But he didn't know how would she react to see him. He looked around the house and figured which window belonged to her. She could be asleep by now, it was late. But this couldn't wait. He threw a stone to her window, then another one. Waiting for her to show up, he could not get in until he was invited in. And he hoped she would let him. "Avery, its me" he called out to her, hoping she would hear.

The park had been the blond's greatest comfort. She spent most of her time there, and away from most of the people in the town. She wanted so desperately to rejoin it, to reclaim the life that had been stolen from her much too soon and still with so much left unlived and unlearned. But she knew better than to think that everything would go back to normal now. Nothing was normal. She was still just as stuck in limbo as she had been the past two years that felt like eternity, just this time made it harder because now she could be seen and still be just as ignored as if she didn't exist at all.

There was something about the ducks that swan so peacefully across the lake that gave her the hope she needed. She knew not what it was, but it was something that she clung to; passing most of her time just sitting at the water's edge and watching. Watching like she'd been doing since she died.

Her life liked to replay itself in her mind, over and over again taunting her and reminding her that all the things she now so desperately craved, she'd had in abundance when she'd been alive. Where had it all went wrong? What had been the tipping point to the fate she was now destined to live forever? Surely, it hadn't been this all along. Was she meant to only live -- really live-- for those few months just to spend the rest of her time just outside, watching as life moved on for everyone else?

Scott wasn't expecting the sudden text that came from Cora, especially because the two didn't talk unless it was strictly necessary what made him immediantely stay alert because whatever it was, it had to be serious. It wasn't like he didn't think Cora wasn't nice, because from all Hales, she was the easiest to talk with, even though she was just as reserved and sassy as any of them. But she didn't have that... seed of evil. That made things a lot easier.

He quickly got to his motorbike (that he still was very proud of, for the matter) and went to The Grill. His mom was on night duty, like usually, so he didn't have to say anyone where he was going, which turned out to be great, even though since his mother knew what he was things got a lot easier.

It didn't take long for him to arrive, even though he didn't drive too fast, even has a hybrid he had some notion of things and he didn't want to get caught because of an unusual speed, that would suck. He spotted Cora and he got out of the motorbike and took off his helmet (one more thing he didn't need while driving but would turn out suspicious). He got closer to the girl and examined her with a worried expression.

It started when that woman had mentioned Mystic Falls as being a place for supernaturals to be ... that vampires spoke to each other ... and recommended the town.

Peter hadn't realized it at the time, but a door had opened in his mind, right into the depths of his torso, beyond the pit of his gut ... and he wanted nothing more than to get out of Virginia right at that moment; this entire town was crawling with werewolves and vampires and witches ... something was wrong with the balance of life and death, and the Roma wolf wanted nothing of it.

He knew he'd said two days, just two days, and it hadn't even been one--but he was determined on finding Roman and convincing his friend to get the fuck out of Mystic Falls. In an attempt to get back to his friend's car sooner, he cut across a yard--just what sort of yard it was, he didn't know, could have been the yard of a house, or a schoolyard, or a churchyard--regardless, it was not exactly his smartest of moves, but Peter wasn't in his right mind right then ... because that door was open, wiiiiiiiiiide open ...

And suddenly, he snapped.

His head jerked up straight as his eyes immediately grew distant, pupils dilating as though hypnotized; he staggered forward, just a few steps more, before falling onto his knees.

He saw it in flashes; the sacrificial deaths of the witches. Screams. So many screams. And pain.

It started with an explosion, the image making him wince, releasing a quiet whimper on a single syllable. Fire and stone and glass, bodies torn apart and charred, smoke filling the sky as a dark and ominous cloud ...

Next, he saw wolves--they were people, but they were wolves ... but they were human ... and they were neither ... what was this? What?

"Don't show me that ... don't ..."

Hearts, hearts ripped from chests so easily, blades severing heads ...

"... stop ... stop it," he whimpered, shutting his eyes tightly as he rocked back and forth; Peter lifted his hands to his head, pressing his wrists to his brow, furrowed from pain, as his fingers curled. "Don't tell me that ..." he pleaded ...

"Mil truj ... fuck ... fuck-fuck-fuck ... shit ... stop ... please ... shit," he muttered under his breath, begging.

The next image he saw, women ... witches ... in a circle, around two more, one about to stab the other with a dagger ... and then, someone, turning that very blade against her, and when she fell, so did each of the others, one after the other ... dead ...

"Shit ... shit-shit-shit-shit-stop it," he gasped, whimpering as he leaned forward, hugging himself, gripping his own shoulders tightly as he pressed his chest to his legs.

The final image, he saw ... he saw the veil dropping, and the dead coming to life again. Words could not express the terror that the wolf felt at that thought, the overwhelming fear and sadness that enveloped his soul. This was unnatural ...

"The fuck am I supposed to do about it?" he murmured as the images faded.

The night after a binge was rarely ever a good one; the morning the proceeded Lydia's vodka run was no exception. As had become a pattern for the seventeen year old, she awoke early, with a dry mouth and a migraine blossoming somewhere behind her eyes. At least, she thought, she'd managed to get out of her clothes from the night before -- but then, that may have been with a little help from Allison, rather than her own merit.

Stumbling to her new bathroom, the redhead peered into her bathroom cabinet, fingers dancing past the small prescription bottles of Valium, until she finally found what she was seeking. Popping a few Aspirin, she went about getting ready to face the day ahead, stepping into the shower to wash the remnants of last night away and rebuild the image she had crafted to perfection over the years.

The moment he stepped out of the library, he disappeared in a blink.

And when next Nathaniel opened his eyes, he was in the school auditorium--a place he often frequented and perhaps one that most would refer to as his "second home". And the memory of everything in the library seemed little more than a vivid memory. But there was just one problem with that ...

... ghosts don't sleep.

Immediately, the professor knew that it hadn't been a dream at all. One hundred thirty-seven years, he'd been completely conscious for every second--to suddenly awaken and think everything in the past week was merely a dream, well, that was impossible for him. Even if it was a dream, it was one of the most horrific nightmares he could have ever imagined--to have spoken with those people, bonded with them, only to have them all disappear, and be abandoned ...

... to be rescued by a single woman, a lovely woman, who had also been abandoned ...

... but to disappear on her, to leave her, alone ... in the end ...

And now ...

Now he felt terrible.

He didn't know how much time had passed, or even if it had all just been a trick by the spirits, but ... he felt terrible, because there had been Ruby, in the library, kind enough to free him, to speak to him, to understand him ... and he had just ... disappeared on her. Had she even been real? Or had she been another trick?

Nathaniel swallowed and raked his fingers through his hair as he began to pace silently upon the empty stage.