A light tapping on the door prompts her to walk over to it, her head staying down as she now realizes she can’t just pretend she doesn’t know about her parents, her hand opens the door. Slowly her eyes peer up and see Alaric.
“Sorry, I just thought I should come back and apologise for been an idiot. I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that.”
Olivia nods, fighting back the tears that threaten to escape her chest. She moves to the side, giving him space to enter.
“I’m sorry for how I reacted. I shouldn’t have laughed or ridiculed you.” Olivia smiles slightly; if he knew her parents she shouldn’t be running from him or pushing him away. “Can I get you a drink and we talk?” She needs to know the truth, and then she can move on.
“Sure. I’ll just take a coffee.”
Olivia walks to the kitchen while Alaric moves around the living room, finally deciding to sit on the cha
“You know you’re not welcome here.”Alaric laughs at the voice, nodding.“Need a favour,” he shrugs.A woman steps out from the shadows, clearly surprised that Alaric wants a favour.“We don’t do favours for your kind.”Alaric laughs again.“It’s not for me, it’s for her,” he nods towards Olivia. “Something is blocking her from feeling the power she has. She had no idea before I told her. She was adopted as a baby.”The woman steps forward, her eyes examining Olivia, suddenly stopping as her eyes widen.“It can’t be possible. All of the members of the Depraysie bloodline were killed.” She stares at Olivia, stern-faced at first, and then breaks into a smile. “Sorry, child. I’m Camille Darkmore. You can leave us now.” She directs the last sentence to Alaric, who snickers at her suggestion. “Not a chance, C
Alaric watches her. Maybe- it probably won’t work, but- maybe he could try and give her the images he’d seen during their kiss? Walking over to her, his hands grasp her head just like Gwenael had done and he tries forcing those images from that brief kiss into her mind. She could maybe see her parents, or spot something else that he might have missed.He feels her body start to shake under his touch and he lets go of her, worried she’s not strong enough yet. He sits down across the room to wait until she wakes. Maybe she’ll come to see by herself? An hour passes as he watches her sleep, her body jerking slightly every now and again but nothing serious enough for him to worry.Meanwhile, while Olivia sleeps, her mind screams at her as she tries to fight back the images and hide them. Her mind is not yet ready to accept the truth, though for some reason something is forcing the pictures into her mind. A cry escapes from inside her as she sees a wo
His body quakes as a vision flies into his mind, Willow pulling back and glancing to him confused as his eyes stay squeezed shut. He shakes his head, trying to tell himself that it’s just a dream, that his mind is just reminding him how it had ended up last time.The vision is bright in his mind; Willow standing with scarlet blood dripping from her sharp new fangs as she stands among the lifeless bodies she has devoured.“Sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.” Her voice is quiet and broken as she realises how much of a mistake it was to make.“It’s fine, let’s just pretend it never happened; this never happened,” he says, more to himself than to her. Alaric gets up, dressing hurriedly, avoiding Olivia’s gaze as she sits naked then stands to gather her clothes before putting them on. Sitt
Willow opens the front door, her mouth stretching into a gentle smile when she sees it’s Alaric again. Her face flushes as she remembers what had happened earlier that day. She lets him in, shutting the door behind him and watching as he wanders in the direction of the kitchen. “Food is in the oven, I already ate.” He nods, glancing at her. If he’ here, things will change. Everything will change, and he will fall for her over and over, so why doesn’t he just accept it? Stop fighting it and just go with it and hope for the best? “Oh, screw it,” he says and crosses the room in long, deliberate strides, crowding Willow against the door with strong hands grasping her hips. He covers her mouth with his, swallowing her gasp and pressing his body against hers, hands sliding inside her waistband and untucking her shirt. . Willow stays frozen with confusion as his mouth trails down to her neck. Her body relaxes slightly when his hands wrap under her thighs and lift her up, Willow’s legs wrap
Waking up his eyes glance around the room confused; he can’t see Willow. He gets up and walks downstairs, finding her sat talking to someone on the phone, her eyes flitting up to him briefly as she continues talking, clearly not happy with whoever she’s talking to.“Fine, I’ll see you tonight.” Willow puts the phone down, Alaric looking at her confused. “I am busy tonight,” she explains. “Apparently ladies night is the only way I can convince them I’m not isolating myself here and going crazy.” She rolls her eyes.“It’s fine, we will figure something out,” Alaric smiles, coming over to sit next to her.“It isn’t. I can’t be bothered with all this, trying to prove I’m sane and not staying in on my own all the time. I think it’s clea
“I’m going to see if we can find out anything else, Willow; see if there is a story.” Her words are quiet. Willow simply nods and closes her eyes, hearing the women speak in tongues she doesn’t comprehend, yet for some reason today she feels the power behind the words they say even if the meaning isn’t understood.An image flashes through her mind of her mother crying; holding Willow tight in her arms with her face a picture of torture and sadness. It is as if she has already lost Willow, despite having her right there. As soon as Willow begins to understand the image, it disappears and there are a few seconds of darkness before another image appears. Her eyes snap open, Camille smiling slightly at her.“Not all the memories will be yours, Willow. Your parents put some images in your mind from their own memories so you would be able to unde
When they arrive back at home, it’s Alaric who takes the keys from Willow’s bag and unlocks the door. They walk into the house together, Alaric smiling at her gently.“I’ll get you some water, and then you need to relax for a while,” he says. “You can’t look this unhinged when you meet your sister.” He watches her as she takes a seat then goes to the kitchen, letting the water run cold before he uses it to fill a tall glass which he takes to Willow.“I must have looked so crazy and cruel,” Willow’s eyes flick up towards him as she gratefully takes the drink.“Don’t be silly, she will have understood. You just watched over an hour of memories that your parents gave to you. That sort of thing is never going to be easy. You need a break, so let tonight be a break. Be Olivia tonight, not Willow the witch. Just be human for a bit.”“How am I supposed to just forget things
The night passes quickly as she walks from bar to bar and club to club with her sister and friends. After what seems like a hundred different places and twice as many drinks, her eyes glance to the clock. She wants to go home but telling Mel that will cause an argument and her sister will just insist she stays longer. It’s midnight; they’ve spent hours together. Willow glances around, Mel’s arm interlinked with hers.“I’m going to the toilet,” Willow lies, seeing an opportunity. Earlier on she had seen a back door next to the toilets, knowing she could go out that way just in case, and she can just text Mel later saying she’s gone home. Mel’s arm loosens from hers and Willow walks off. Getting to the toilets, she walks straight past the door, turns the corner and opens the back door onto a dark alleyway. She begins walking home, her body relaxing realising that she’ll soon be in her bed, warm and asleep.“Oliv