In which the Mikaelson's, the scooby gang, the pack and past and future Hale's are brought to watch the life of Charlotte Stilinski
Or in which truths and secrets will be revealed and Charlotte will learn more about who she is and the power she ho...
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Chapter 1: Anchors ━━━━━━━━━━━━━
It was repeated within her mind as though a mantra. The nightmares forced upon her, tormenting her of the death that shall follow. Her death.
It was stuck within the abyss of her mind, haunting her every steps. Each move made, each word uttered, each breath drawn, the Marshall girl wondered if it would be her last.
Camp Oak Creek.
It was a place the girl had began to fear, each time she was forced to set her sights on the sign, her heart thumped against her ribcage, fear bleeding through each organ and remained buried deep to the bone.
Her feet moved forth despite her internal protests, it was as though she had no control over her own body. She passed the worn gate, the familiar sense of death lingered.
Once more the haunting screams of terror echoed. Lola swallowed thickly before hesitantly turning to face the sight once more.
The smirk so malicious rested upon Stiles's usually soft spoken features, his eyes remained cold. Allison's body landed upon the ground again upon her mirrored self pushing her to the ground. And just as each night her mind was forced to bear witness, Stiles Stilinski forced the katana through the chest of Charlotte Marshall.
Her body was spun by a bandaged hand, the claws embedding into her porcelain skin, drawing blood. "It won't be long now." The voice echoed, her eyes couldn't make out the shadowy figure "You're time is coming. You're time is coming. You're time is coming." It repeated over and over, laughter drawn from the things chest.
A gasp escaped as the doe eyes sprung open, the electric coloured magic escaping unknowingly. Lola's eyes flickered around the bedroom in her apartment, the fear evident. Unconsciously she glanced to the empty spot besides her, a harsh breath falling at the reminder that not only was Peter not home yet, all Hale's (besides Cora, who knew nothing) had gone radio silent.
"Oh for the love of-" Lola cut herself off, pinching the bridge of her nose as her eyes fell closed upon impact "What kind of trouble did you imbeciles manage to attract now?"
A scream echoing from down the hall startled the Marshall girl but she sprung to her feet, running to the room that occupied her twin.
"Mischief." Her hand grasped his cheek, her touch gentle as she tried to sooth him awake, not wishing to scare him further "You're okay, Mischief." Lola uttered the words when his eyes sprung open, his eyes damp from the tears that fell "You're okay, I promise. It was just a dream."
The terrified sobs racked his body as he clung to the one he loved most. His mind repeated it, tormented him with it. He killed his own twin. Each night as the body reluctantly allowed the abyss to consume him, he forced the katana through her chest.
