“He saw something; apparently I can turn into a wolf. Funny, right?” Willow laughs slightly, she can’t believe it. Alaric looks at her annoyed.
“Believe me or don’t, I know what I damn saw. Serliciaus had the power to see the future; you remember that, right? I saw what I saw, you believe what you want, Willow. As I said, you outrank everyone, or you will once you open your eyes and notice what’s happening.” Alaric walks to the kitchen to make a drink, Zander shaking his head.
“If he saw it, Willow, it isn’t fake or a lie. For now let’s just forget that though, okay? How are you feeling? No pains anywhere? No signs of labour or anything?” Zander opens the bag, taking out some things.
Willow laughs. “I thought none of that would work?”
“We assumed it wouldn’t but you’re not any of the vampires Willow, so honestly who knows. It’s a portable one the woman us
Her mind wonders to Yasmine. Was she destined to be the one? Was she meant to be Willow, and something had just gone wrong in the process? Was she the one destined to love Alaric, have his child and bring the worlds together? She thinks about what she’d be doing now had Gwenael not told Alaric she was safe. Would she be alone without any help? Would Alaric have eventually killed her? She can’t imagine a life without Alaric, and yet she can’t understand why it has to be her when Yasmine was the same in every way. Sure, Yasmine had known she was a witch from the start, she had fallen in love with Alaric and hated that the witches turned on her for it. She wanted revenge on them for it. Was that it, though? She feels her head shaking, what if Yasmine was meant to be the one, but she was so full of hate and sadness from the witches hating her for loving Alaric that it made her turn into one of them and Serliciaus had to come up with a second option?&ld
A piercing scream makes them turn around, Alaric’s paintbrush falling to the floor as he runs through to the bedroom.“What’s happened?” Zander leaps up the stairs two at a time, stopping behind them, his eyes widening. “She’s asleep Alaric, whatever’s in her mind is locked in there. Her magic is becoming free and causing everything to move. You need to wake her.” Alaric looks at Zander and then to Willow, everything in the room getting thrown around. He has to stop this. He walks into the room and the light flickers before exploding, Alaric rushing to Willow and trying in vain to shake her awake. Another scream escapes her mouth as more things fly around and smash against the walls.“She won’t wake up, Zander, is there not a spell you can do?” He looks at him waiting, Zanders head shaking, watching as her body begins to thrash around as she screams more. Alaric tries again to wake her up but she remains
He watches as Gwenael walks to Alaric, glancing to the babies and then to Willow.“Is she okay?” He steps forward slightly; Zander now looking at her, his hand moving to grasp hers. Turning, Zander looks towards Alaric confused.“I can feel it and sense it Zander, what the hell changed?” He places the babies down and walks over. He can feel it; it is like she’s now becoming Monventla. He looks at Zander waiting.“If she is, she’s dead. We can’t risk it, Alaric.” Gwenael looks at Willow, he doesn’t care if it breaks laws, he’ll kill her. They just can’t take that risk. His head shakes as he looks at Alaric and Zander realising they’re not going to, he moves to walk forward, Zander pushing him back.“Give her time, I can’t feel her magic. Give her time, Gwenael, she just had the babies, her body needs to stabilise, give her a damn chance before you rip her apart.&rdquo
Alaric sleeps on the chair, Willow moving and finding herself waking up. Her eyes glance around the room and then down to her stomach, seeing it flat. Her eyes settle on Alaric, asleep, and then notice the hands on the clock. Did she really sleep for the whole night and day?She climbs out of bed, walking to Alaric and sitting on his lap, her arms wrapping around his body. “Alaric,” she says quietly as she tries to wake him.Alaric. His mind hears her word, his body running cold as he sees her as a Monventla, a tear slipping free from his eye. Alaric, wake up. The words confuse him, his eyes opening as he looks at her, the feel of her magic radiating from within her again. He moves to hug her.“God, Willow, it’s you, it’s really you.” His arms stay wrapped around her as he cries openly, Willow trying to look at him, confused. “I thought you were gone, God, even Gwenael did and he was getting ready to ta
“You okay?” Alaric looks at her as she nods slightly. “Really?”“Yeah, it just sucks that I never had sisters or brothers; that’s all.”“You did, you had all the witches in the house Azalea, and all the ones who visited as well.” Zander smiles at her; blood isn’t everything.“You have me and Willow, and these two as well. They can be your sisters, just don’t go tainting their innocence too quickly,” he laughs, nudging her.“I know. When are you taking them outside?” Azalea looks at them waiting.“Not yet, we’re giving everything time. Some werewolves and witches still think Willow is dead, or should be. Her own family can’t see her either until everything is sorted. Plus, we have no idea at what rate the twins will grow, so we’ll be checking on them regularly until we know.” Everyone sits quietly, the twins becoming unsettled and
She looks around herself; something else she noticed, her head shakes slightly.“I was waiting to see if you noticed.” Willow nods and laughs at Zander’s words.“I did, how could I not? We’re not meant to be here. This house was a mistake.” Alaric looks at her, shocked. “Okay, not a mistake, but something must happen because apparently we end up living at the witches’ house, and so do the werewolves.” Alaric laughs at her words.“No way would Gwenael and the others agree to live with the witches.” He can’t see that happening.“Well it happens, when or how I don’t know, but we were all living in that house together. We won’t do it, Alaric, not until there’s something that forces us to. And then, only then, we will. Doing it too soon might change the course of the future and then everything will change.” Willow glances around herself; she’d grown to l
Standing alone, she looks out into the expanse of trees. Her body shakes slightly from the nerves she is trying to ignore, her mind telling her to run while her heart tells her to continue. The young woman begins to walk forward hesitantly, the cold air wrapping itself around her like a shroud of ice. Her eyes linger on the rows of graves she passes, until eventually she reaches the edge of the forest. She should run; she knows she should run, but her body won’t allow her to. Someone is following her.Soon, soon, she will tell them that she knows they are there. She continues into the trees, branches outstretched and welcoming her into the shadows. A few moments later the thundering sound of a wolf’s paws hitting the ground as it bounds into the trees causes her to turn around sharply. She watches something disappear into the forest.This is hopeless, she thinks, and she abandons the twisted branches for the open grey sky. She will not dis
January turns to February, and not much changes. The only difference is that the mysterious man stays in the shadows, watching her from a distance and rushing off every now and then to God knows where. She forces herself to keep a safe distance away from him. After all, she has no idea if he’s the reason Dan is missing.Every night she returns and every night she feels safer, constantly growing more convinced that something big is being covered up here, that the newspapers and the police were holding something back. How is it possible that so many people can disappear or die, yet she visits every night and leaves untouched? She thinks back to the man in the shadows. It has to be something to do with him. She’s considered it before but now, walking through the graveyard, she can’t help but think about it more. Every night he follows her, and every night she returns home safe. He’s behind this somehow, but she doesn’t know exactly why he follows he