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
Olivia finds the next week very much the same. As soon as she finishes work she goes back there, part of her hoping that Alaric will come out of the shadows and speak to her, and the other part of her hoping she finds the answers she needs about Dan. She feels like she’s going crazy.There have been no other issues since then. Had the man even been real? She could have sworn she was bitten, but maybe she wasn’t after all. Each day she hears Alaric following her, and while it’s a comfort to know he’s there, she wishes he would come into view so she could see him again.She finds herself giving in slightly, sitting on the wide trunk of a fallen tree. She has a plan, and if she can get him to believe her she’ll get the answers she needs. If not, well, she’ll just have to keep trying. She glances around, waiting to see if he’ll appear now that she&r
When she wakes up, she finds herself back at Alaric's house. Olivia jumps up, backing away towards the wall. “You bit me!” She accuses, pointing a finger at the man who is watching her from across the room. Alaric looks at her shocked, shaking his head. “Look, I’ll tell you what really happened, and then hopefully you stay the hell away this time! Let’s grab a drink, I can’t do this sober.” Without waiting he strides out of the door, Olivia rushing to catch up with him. Alaric doesn’t stop, remaining silent as they walk to the bar. When they get there they order drinks before sitting down opposite each other. Olivia admits that she would rather talk about things here, where she is at least surrounded by people and therefore safe. “You bit me.” Alaric shakes his head. “I didn’t touch you, Olivia. What I said the other day was true. You just wanted to laugh and mock the fact I said it.” Olivia remembers the last time they were here, how