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Evermore

Evermore

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Seven souls are given a second chance at life... and two weeks to prevent the destruction of everything they know and love.

3,474 readers have visited Evermore since partially-stars created it.

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when madness takes its promised due,
still I'll search this place for you

widow's peak is a small town in oregon. for years, it was a perpetually dreary town that always seemed years away from fading into nothingness once its residents eventually all passed away of old age. but in recent years, it has been revitalised and given a new lease of life, drawing more families and young people to the town. but even its new residents can't shake the feeling that something is... off about the town.

how barely you elude me still
I'll find you soon, I will, I will.

the few older residents still left in town will say that this town has a connection to the supernatural, that it always has. they blame construction delays on ghosts and demons, and if anything goes wrong, it always has some occult root. but while some of these occurrences are a stretch, it is true to say that the supernatural forces are... stronger in this town. the veil is thin between worlds, but widow's peak is one of those places where it is thinnest. nobody knows if this is why more tragedies seem to occur in widow's peak... or if the tragedies are the cause.

and then i'll raise my lips and say
please my love, please let me stay

two weeks before halloween, seven people wake up. this would be unremarkable, except for the fact that all seven of them died at some point in the past seven years. some died only weeks ago, others years ago. all seven of them died in tragic circumstances, with a life left unfinished. but these are not the only souls that stir. a dark force has arisen and intends to use these seven souls for its nefarious purposes. this dark force grows stronger as time goes on, and gains more power and control over the returned souls. but as is so often the case, there is a way out.

we can be together here
that is the truth i speak

but when ghosts walk to return the earth, people are sure to notice. and these are the people that provide the way out. there are people out there that tie our ghosts to the human world through memory, through love, through anger and a desire for vengeance, and these ties will prove vital in stopping the ghosts from succumbing to darkness. somewhere in town, there is one person that can put an end to the darkness overall. but in order to find them, the group must overcome their own darkness.

forevermore, togethermore
inside the house on widow's peak


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first things first, a reminder that god-modding is forbidden. god-modding typically means controlling a character without their player's permission. so when in doubt, ask. communication is key. if i don't hear from you in a while and have made one or more attempts to contact you with no reply, i will assume you have had to leave for whatever reason and will proceed as such. i promise i don't bite, so if you're busy or have bad writer's block or anything like that, please do let me know! romance and violence are pretty much a given for a drama-driven rp like this, but keep it within site rules. most importantly, if things get steamy, either fade to black or bring it off site. there will be adult themes within the rp. if the content veers into uncomfortable or distressing, please PM me and we can work around it or i can ask other players to alter as necessary. please keep the drama to the ic. i want plenty of drama between our characters and as little drama between players! any issues arising among members of the rp should be dealt with over pm. you have 72 hours to submit a WIP. that WIP can be a blank sheet, i just want something in to know you're still on board. you will then have 5 days after submitting your WIP to finish your character. i will grant extensions as long as you pm me. any further questions or issues, please pm me!

please let me know if you have any questions or if you want me to clarify anything! if you're not sure yet, feel free to join our discord server, get to know us and our characters a little better, and discuss any potential character ideas!

when it comes to reserving characters, i'm going to try things a little differently. i don't want to give set character briefs as i don't want to limit your creativity, but obviously pre-existing relationships are key. so when reserving your character, i would like:
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  • and a short paragraph description of their life (and death, if relevant.) more details about this paragraph will be given in the OOC.
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all of the ghosts died somewhere between seven days and seven years ago. all have some degree of amnesia which seems to be related to how long they've been dead for. those that died recently seem to be able to remember everything up until about an hour before they die, while those that died longer ago may not be able to remember anything about their lives. there is some degree of variation, however. the ghosts have some strange abilities, but not every ghost has every ability. most commonly, they have some degree of telekinesis, invisibility, and intangibility. their level of control varies greatly. they do not look exactly as they did when they died; rather, they look as if they were alive and aged as normal. for example, someone who was eighteen when they died seven years ago will now appear to be twenty five.

(i am currently capping the numbers of ghosts at seven with a maximum of one ghost per player; this may change depending on demand and interest.)


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soren bowers - deceased at 20 - died 7 years ago - pansexual (male preference) - josh ramsay - #4d5676 - partially-stars

from day one, the cards were stacked against soren. but that never stopped him from trying. he was the first in his family to finish high school. his music blog was picking up traction fast, and he'd been given the opportunity to interview some big bands. he was on his way home from a party when he was killed. he and markus vasco had just had a blazing argument in front of everyone, ones where they'd both said things they didn't mean. soren stormed out and got a ride home. but another drunk driver ran a red light and hit the passenger side of the car. on waking up, though, soren has discovered that he can remember almost nothing about his life before, other than a memory of a name.

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Erin Monaghan - deceased at 20 - died 5 years ago - homosexual - lynn gunn - #8BA3A6 -Wolf's Bane109

For as long as Erin could remember, it always seemed like life was out to get her in every way she looked. Her home life had been a mess, she wasn't exactly the brightest ontop of suffering from severe adhd, depression, and dyslexia, toppled on top of a terrible dating life...Well, it was only a recipe for disaster. She grew up in the small town not having made much of a life for herself except as a bartender, which leads into the tragic night of her death. She was walking home after a late night shift, as well as having a few drinks with her friends and decided to walk home, texting her girlfriend (human three) that she was on her way back home. Erin didn't exactly remember what happened next due to the alcohol and how quickly it all happened, but a speeding car came around the bend and everything went black. When Erin woke up, she could barely remember anything, not much more than her name as well as someone else's. She doesn't know why or who this person is, but she's determined to find out.

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Elodie "Elle" Aldrich - Died at 18 - Died 6 years ago - Bisexual - Elizabeth Lail - #D4A9D6 - Sorella

Elodie never had the adventurous life she always sought to have. Her mother was a drunk that never cared what she did, but on the flip of the coin she had an overprotective father that wouldn't let her go out unless she snuck out herself. One day she snuck out with her boyfriend (human two) so that they could do something adventurous before college started in the fall. They had decided to go river rafting, but as soon as they were back up by the shuttle bus, Elle checked her phone and called her father. They began to argue which is when Elle began to pace closer and closer to the cliff side. Just as she was being warned, she fell off into the fast moving river and they never did find her alive.

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Alexandra "Xan" Cole - Died at 20 - Died 4 1/2 years ago - Pan, femme leaning - Zendaya - #8c8d9c - Rosa

Xan had maybe a year of memories of a childhood, she was quickly thrown into the word of IV's and hospital beds. It was hard to long for something else when she didn't know what else there was. She spent the better part of the next two years in a children's hospital. The doctors told them at this rate, they wouldn't be able to keep up with Xan's illness especially given her rare blood type. It was still controversial at the time, but they discussed conceiving a child designed to be genetically compatible with Xan. They had talked about having another kid but that went on hold with Xan was diagnosed. They conceived Nixie in a petri dish, picking and choosing which genes they inherited. It wasn't until a few years that they started the process. All they were told as kids was that Nixie was going to help Xan. They caught on quick, kids weren't dumb. Xan hated subjecting Nixie to the hospital, she was supposed to be the big sister taking care of them not the other way around. She'd try to refuse, but she was still a minor and her parents had the say so. The moment she turned 18 she refused any more donations from Nixie. Her parents begged her to change her mind but she was unwavering in her decision. She skated by a couple years on chance, but after a couple years her kidney was failing and death was approaching. Her parents begged her to take Nixie's kidney, and she said no. Then Nixie begged and Xan almost broke, but she knew that taking Nixie's kidney would cost her a couple years of life best case scenario, let alone life long side effects. A couple days later she died, smiling and surrounded by loved ones.

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Cassidy Aisling | Deceased at 23 | Died 1 week ago | Homosexual | Mickey Murphy | #012244 | Ivisbo

Cassidy Aisling had known death his entire life. Cystic fibrosis was a death sentence, timer given to you when you were too young to know what death was. His family was strong and supportive, but Cass knew they were in struggling. Death is harder on those that keep on living and since day one, he knew he would never experience that pain. So he'd tried his best to make it easier on all of them. Cass developed his own inner sun to make even the gloomiest of hospitals rooms just a little brighter, or derail an uncomfortable conversation with a well-timed joke. He liked people, loved to be near others and got too still when he was alone. Cass has never done much more then wait to die and struggle to breath, so he had next to nothing when it came to wild-growing-up-tales. He listened well and collected stories from every patient, nurse, and doctor- and when he'd met Dr. Blake, he'd been an instant fan. Moody and apathetic, Cass had just smiled brighter at the med students solemn stares. He'd made it a game to weasle his way under that stern surface and was pleasently surpised by the genuine human underneath. Maybe it was because he was one of the sharpest and most beautiful things he'd ever seen, opposite from him in everyway, but Cass was captivated. Until he wasn't anymore. Until breathing had gotten too hard and the inevitable had happened. He rememberd hating that Atlas Blake was on duty when his lungs finally gave out, he rememberd wishing that the young doctor had someone else to confide in- and then he'd woken up and gotten his wish.

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ghost six - age at death - died (time) ago - sexuality - face claim - user

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ghost seven - age at death - died (time) ago - sexuality - face claim - user

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these are the people who have been left behind. these were the people that the ghosts left behind when they died; their loved ones, their family, their enemies. these are the people who must help the ghosts to figure out what and who they are looking for, and also to retain their humanity so they are not lost to the darkness.

(there is currently no limit on the number of human characters we can have, i just have seven slots to start with!)


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Markus Vasco - 26 - Bisexual - Andrew Garfield - #800000 - Wolf's Bane109

For Markus, well, life was a bit different. He had everything going for him. He had good grades, a moderately good family, all while working as a tattoo artist in town. Things were going well for him, as he was saving up money for his own apartment and had planned to finally ask his best friend (Soren Bowers) out on a date after they were coming back from a party. But things went horribly wrong between them, things had been said and he's regretted it since. When he got the call the next day of a drunk driver hitting the car Soren had gotten into, and he hadn't made it, Markus fell apart. He didn't go to college like he wanted, his family dynamic started to fall apart as he turned into himself and became more reserved. His job is barely hanging on by a thread as he lives alone in a small apartment. This wasn't what he was wanting from life, and the memories he still has of his best friend hasn't left his mind. Markus wishes he had a second chance to make things right with Soren, but he knows it's impossible..

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Leopold “Leo” Mathers – 25 – Demisexual – Jacob Bixenman – #584b29 – Rosa

The Mathers were a respected family in Widow’s Peak, his dads owned and operated Mathers construction, a massive provider of jobs in the area. Leo was their only son, their crowning jewel. He was happy playing the role of their sterling son, well – happy was maybe pushing it but he was compliant. Then came along Elle. She was the sun on his skin, the breeze in his hair. Her home life wasn’t that great, all he wanted to do was give her the life she deserved. Then she died. There was a moment loss in his memories between calling out to her and standing at the edge of the cliff where she fell, screaming her name. All he could remember of her last moments was that look of realization as she lost her footing. They never found her, but they knew she was dead. After that college was postponed, eventually indefinitely. His dad’s tried being supportive but he just sunk deeper into his grief. He refused to talk about Elle, his fists clenching and eyes narrowing when her name would be mentioned. Even six years later he carried her death with him. Too afraid to let someone else in again, too afraid to watch them fall to their death never to be seen again.

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Phoenix "Nixie" Cole - 22 - Homosexual - Hailee Steinfeld- #de8245 - Sorella

Nixie was the product of her parents needing someone to help with Xan's health, but they also wanted another kid so it all worked out in their minds. Nixie always looked up to Xan, she never saw the sickness that everyone else would pity her for, instead she saw how brave and strong she was to live with her illness in day to day life. Nixie never felt bad for herself having to go through multiple procedures just to help Xan out, it was what sisters were for. She didn't get to be careless about things or get into fights because she needed to stay healthy and well, but despite that fact she snuck out to parties regularly, but made sure not to do anything that would be too risky. Even if that meant she was sober 90 percent of the time, but she liked being at parties because that's where her girlfriend Erin would have been. Nix was incredibly invested in they relationship that they had together, so when Erin died it only made her more cautious about walking anywhere or driving anywhere. It made her stay indoors for days on end, but nothing prepared her enough to lose her sister a year later. Nixie literally begged on her knees crying, trying to get Xan to take her kidney. She didn't want to lose another loved one, but Xan never gave in. It wasn't long after that she lost her too. Ever since Nix hasn't taken a single day for granted.

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Preston Atlas Blake | 26 | Homosexual | Sylverster Ulv | #BF0000 | Char

The first born male in a wealthy, prestigious family, Atlas' first day on Earth (and every day after) was met with high expectations and a pedestal that he was destined to fall from. A perpetual only child, he was spoiled rotten, in fact it's very likely he never heard the word 'no' until medical school ... and even then it was rare because, honestly, Atlas was quite good. Top of his class at Stanford Medical School and accepted into one of the most selective surgical intern programs in Massachusetts, Atlas was going places. Until Cass. Cassidy Aisling, with his bright smiles and vibrant jokes even though he lived in the hospital. Cass, who would grin widely whenever boring, apathetic, crass Atlas would enter his room. Who Atlas had to remind himself to ignore his growing crush over, because he was a professional, and Cass was sick. Cass who died while Atlas was on duty, the first patient he'd ever lost, the first time his composure in front of his fellow interns broke, the first time the Chief had to physically pull a doctor away from doing compressions

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A town linked with tragedy and the supernatural.

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ImageThe brunette stood there determined to get some sort of answer from the two women who sat in front of her. She saw Xan die and she was at Erin’s funeral. There was no way in hell that this would be happening right now. It had to be a trick, that or Phoenix was one hundred percent seeing things and needed to be admitted to the psych ward immediately.

Her eyes stayed determined, but her mind wandered as her heart's beat went faster in her chest making the thudding noise ring throughout her own ears, but it all but stopped for two seconds when she heard the voice tied to the blonde. Tears began to well up in her eyes for a moment and she felt like she was being sucked into a vortex of emotion without any warning.

“Erin.” Her voice said softly and hardly audible, but before Nixie could even get any other words in or get a chance to look back to her sister, everything began to change and all of the energy in the diner shifted and objects were floating in the air.

Nixie did the only logical thing and began to back up in disbelief. What was this? What was going on? Was this just one of those pranks and someone would pop from the corner going “Gotcha!”?

Erin was crying one minute, but in the next both the women were up on their feet. Nixie was confused, but when their eyes turned black she just looked in horror as the fear began to flood into her bloodstream. How was any of this possible? Could she just be having a bad dream like all the other ones before her? It could be, but this was so much more real. People were screaming and hiding, but all she could do was stare at the booth.

In the background there were sounds of shattering glass, screams, and overall destruction in the diner, but when the two had begun to leave the building, Nixie began to move around things carefully, but still wincing as she cut herself on some of the broken glass just before getting outside. It was then that she heard Erin and Xan talk in unison, there was something way sinister at play here, but she took note of the police that surrounded the area. What was going to happen to them? More importantly what did happen to them?

As their bodies hit the pavement, Nixie began to run down the stone steps and onto the street where they two of them were. She had overwhelming thoughts going through her brain as she noticed the crowds of people and the noises that surrounded. It was all too much, and she was about to freak out herself, but when she heard Xan’s voice she immediately came to her side and crouched down next to her moving some of her curled locks out of her face.

“Xanie, I’m safe I promise." She said and then looked over to Erin, was she conscious yet? What were they going to do about the crowd?

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Markus didn’t know what to expect to come from Soren, but the look of pure confusion and even fear were clear as day on the other man’s face. Markus felt his heart sink, his chest tightening as his stomach seemed to plummet into a nonexistent pit as he watched Soren get to his feet and excuse himself as he walked away. He could have sworn he was seeing things when the cups started to float out of his hands, but Markus didn’t really know what to do, other than instinctively get up and follow after his friend. It was like he was on autopilot. His feet carrying him all the way until it happened. He didn’t know what happened first, whether it was the strange energy that seemed to shift over his friend, the look that overcame Soren’s face or the shattering of the carnival stalls. As some unseen force ripped through them like paper.

He watched on in horror, his feet firmly planted into the ground beneath him as he watched Soren-or well, more so whatever was using his body, to tear through the fairgrounds. The voice that came out from Soren’s voice...That wasn’t his voice. But at the same time, it was. It was haunting and Markus wasn’t sure what was going on, but he’d be damned if he didn’t try to do something to help his friend. It lasted only a few moments longer as the figure spoke, before Soren collapsed to the ground in a heap. Markus blinked for a moment and in an instant he felt the strength, or just pure adrenaline rush through his veins and he was running up next to Soren, kneeling down next to him as he hovered his hand over his friend for just a moment before speaking softly as he gently placed a hand on his shoulder, “Soren? Soren! Are you okay?” he asked in a panicked tone, not really knowing what he was meant to believe just yet. “What the hell was that?” he questioned, but part of him already knew the answer to that, it didn’t matter. All that did matter, was that he got Soren out of there now, they could figure out what to do at some other time. He carefully helped his friend to his feet, gently holding him by the arms for a moment longer, his eyes lingered on Soren for maybe a moment too long. Before a smile appeared on his face and he embraced Soren in a tight hug. A hug he had wanted to feel for such a long time. In that moment, so many things went through his mind.

The memories of that night. Yelling at Soren when he was drunk. The accusations that Markus threw his way. But more than anything, all the regret he felt after that and up until now. He spent so much time being angry at himself for everything he did-no, all the things he didn’t do. He should have stopped Soren from getting into that car that night. He should have walked Soren home that night, instead of storming off like he had done. There were just so many things he regretted that night. But now...Maybe somehow, this was the universe giving him a second chance at fixing things. And he sure as hell wasn’t going to walk away now. Not again.

The world had gone black for a few seconds, and when Soren reopened his eyes Markus was there, shaking his shoulder and making sure he was okay. Soren nodded a little as he sat up, but his head was spinning. There was a pounding in one temple, and when he put his hand to it, it came away a little bloody from where he’d landed on some shattered wood. His whole body ached, but as he looked at his hands, he could see the tiny scratches from where his body had instinctively tried and failed to catch itself. “I… I don’t know,” he said as Markus asked what had happened. He had an idea, but how was that possible? How was any of this possible? How was he even supposed to try and explain it? He accepted the hand to get to his feet, but the world tilted as he stood upright, exhaustion nearly making his legs buckle. He could see the remains of the destruction around him, the shattered stalls and the terrified faces, all of the fear directed right at him. “That wasn’t me,” he forced out, clutching Markus’ arms. “It wasn’t me, I promise,” he said again, returning his focus to Markus and searching his friend’s face to try and make sense of his expression. Markus wasn’t afraid, or if he was, he was afraid for Soren, not of him. The wave of relief that Markus wasn’t going anywhere was nearly enough to make his knees buckle again. When Markus pulled him in for a hug, Soren clung to him tightly, pressing his face into Markus’ shoulder for a moment, to give him a second to try and compose himself and stay calm, before releasing the hug and nodding, not sure if it was for himself or for Markus as if to confirm he was okay.

Gently, Markus kept his arm looped around Soren, helping to support his friend’s weight as they began to walk to-anywhere but here. “C’mon, Sor...Let’s get you outta here..” he said softly, walking off in the direction of the diner. They had only been walking for a few short minutes before they arrived at the diner-or well, what would have been the diner, if there wasn’t broken glass and crowds of people surrounding the area. Markus would have ignored it all together and walked around the crowds of people. But something was pulling him to look. Against his better judgement, he peered through a part in the crowd, and his heart sank. What laid before him were a few more figures that...It would have been impossible. There was no way. Markus had seen two of the other figures die-But..Here they were. Xan Cole, who was laying on the ground, and then Erin-No. It was impossible-But here she was. Markus blinked as he tried to find something to say, anything at all. It was only when his eyes landed on Nixie Cole, Xan’s sister that he felt his stomach tie in knots. He hadn’t really talked to her since Erin’s….The accident. He didn’t really find himself involved after Xan had passed either. Yet, here they all were. Markus nervously bit his lip for a moment, looking between the three girls before finally finding himself speaking, “Phoenix-? I mean...Nixie? Is...Is it really….” he stammered for a moment, before looking down at Xan, giving her the faintest of a smile, before looking at the blonde who laid unconscious on the ground, unmoving. “...Is...Is she..?” he questioned them, before looking back at Soren, pure confusion was on Markus’ face. He didn’t know what was going on. Everyone he had known at some point, or those that had at one point or another was here, and he didn’t know what to think.

Soren just wanted to go home at that point in time. Not back to the empty apartment that his keys opened. He wanted to go home, but he wasn’t quite sure where that was any more. He trusted Markus to bring him wherever his friend thought he needed to be. When he saw the diner ahead of them, he was actually relieved, realising that he was starving as well as exhausted. But then he saw the destruction and the bodies laying outside the diner. He stared at the two girls for a second. “I knew them.” He said, looking at Markus for verification. Markus was talking to another girl too now, and Soren realised that he knew her too. The name Nixie rang a bell, but the memories of how they knew each other were as distant as ever. “Are they okay?” He managed to get out.

Markus exchanged a quick glance towards Soren when he heard the male speak, nodding slightly. A shadow of a smile appeared on his face for a moment. He wasn't going to explain things just yet to Soren, there were just so many things that he didn’t even know. Nevermind knowing how to explain it to someone else. Markus looked over the crowd, to try to gain some semblance on what happened, hearing a few people mumble amongst themselves about what they saw. His eyes widened before he took a step forward, before stopping, ”I don’t know, Soren….Are they….” he started, before looking back at Nixie, “...Did they cause this?” he questioned, eyeing the remains of the establishment behind them. He managed to give Xan a dodgy look before taking a step backward and looking back at Soren, he didn’t realize it just yet, but Markus had been shaking the entire time, his hands trembling by his sides. He didn’t know what was going on, and now seeing three people he had seen die and attended their funerals well...This were beginning to show themselves for just how much this was all becoming.





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Nixie had pushed through the crowd, coming to Xan’s side. A combination of relief, joy and concern made her bubble with nervous laughter. She wrapped a free hand around Nixie’s head, resting their foreheads against one another. For the first time in days, things felt right. She didn’t notice she was crying until she felt the hot slick of tears on her cheeks. Finally, she had Nixie.

Suddenly remembering the body tethered to her other hand, Xan looked down to the still unconscious Erin. Furrowing her brow with concern, she went to go check for a pulse - realizing she wasn’t sure how to do so.

“I think she’s okay…” Xan whispered, looking back to Nixie. “I swear I didn’t hurt her, or - I don’t think I did.”

Flushed with uncertainty, she looked back to the diner that remained in devastation. She wasn’t very sure of anything at the moment. Even Nixie looked different, her hair longer, her eyes older. Glimpses of what happened inside the diner kept flashing in her mind, Xan trying to piece together the impossible.

“Phoenix-? I mean...Nixie?” She recognized Markus’s voice instantly but the rest of his words were immediately drowned by the shock of seeing Soren beside him. Either this was one hell of a fever dream or the dead were rising. She noticed Markus motion to Erin, Xan looking back at her then giving her a gentle shake. She had to be okay, she just had to be.

A woman stepped out from the police line, signaling to the other police to help disperse the crowd. She approached the group, adjusting the weighted belt and holster around her hips. Xan looked up at her, eyes big as saucers and tears streaking her cheeks.

“Alright everyone, move on. You don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here.” The woman announced to the crowd, glancing back over her shoulder to the group motioning for them to linger.



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Leo winced, even in this state all he wanted to do was soothe Elle’s pain. He reached towards her, hesitating only for a moment before grabbing a hold of her hand. There was no telling what she was, but there was no mistake that she was his Elle. He had held her in his arms, it was her. He stepped back in towards her, pushing back hair from her face and cupping her cheek.

“It’s okay, it’s alright.” He didn’t know if he was talking to her or himself, trying to steady his heart rate. “We’ll figure it out together.”

The sound of the sheriff addressing the crowd caught his attention, Leo looking over to notice Phoenix, Markus and Soren had joined the group. Whatever was happening, it wasn’t just Elle. He gripped her hands tighter.

“I don’t know what’s going on, but I think we’re supposed to be with our friends. Okay?” Leo asked, not allowing himself enough time to overthink things. “If you get overwhelmed, just squeeze my hand.”

He waited until she confirmed she was on board, giving her a reassuring smile and her hand another squeeze. At first the police line prevented them from walking towards the group, the woman motioning to let them past. Leo looked over to give Elle a reassuring grin.

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The Sheriff took a few moments to talk to them. Nobody could have blamed her for not believing their stories. Soren barely believed it himself, except it had happened to him. But instead, on hearing their story, her mouth just pressed into a hard line, as if it confirmed her suspicions. “Alright. Well, none of you seem to be in any state to answer too many questions. We’ll do what we can to keep things as calm for you guys as possible, but if anyone gives you any trouble, you call me, you hear?” She instructed. She had a stern, but not unfriendly expression, the type of person you could believe was doing the right thing. “Now get yourselves out of here. If you remember anything that could be useful, you tell me right away. And don’t you worry. The supernatural and this town are well acquainted,” she said, before turning and walking back to her officers. Soren noticed an elderly woman waiting to talk to the sheriff. The woman’s eyes were bright with observation, and for a moment, she turned her attention to look at the group. And then she nodded to herself, ever so slightly, as if a point had just been proven. When the sheriff spoke to her, she spoke to the old woman with a tone of respect. They spoke for a few seconds, before the old woman nodded and approached the group.

“You kids need to get yourselves something to eat. You all look like you’re about to pass out, especially you.” She poked Soren in the ribs, and he just stared at her with confusion. “Don’t worry about your friend. Demonic possession is exhausting. She’ll be just fine, just give her a while to wake up. Now, like I said, you kids need a good meal and an even better sleep. But tomorrow or whenever y’all are feeling better, you come see me, you hear? My house is that old witchy looking house on the south side of town, you’ll know it when you see it. And I’ll make sure to have a pot of Gramma Bloom’s special tea on. Now go on, scram.”

When the old lady spoke, people listened, and they were no different. Soren stuck close to Markus as they made their way to the nearest restaurant that was still open. Instinctively, they stuck together as a group, but Soren almost wished that they could just… slip away, just him and the only soul that seemed any way familiar. He knew that he had known most of the others, but he didn’t know how, and he hated that. He hated not knowing. But Markus was helping to carry the unconscious woman, so they just stuck with the rest of the group. The server gave them an odd look, but evidently decided against asking too many questions as she seated them at the largest booth. Even still, it was a bit tight. At first, the physical contact of being so close to someone else was comforting. But then Soren’s knee brushed against Markus’ and his heart jumped in his chest, a reflex reaction Soren didn’t quite understand.

He couldn’t quite meet anyone else’s eyes, couldn’t quite deal with the fact that they all seemed to have some memory of him while his memories were ghosts themselves. Honestly, he just wanted to go home, but that wasn’t an option. And besides, as overwhelming as everything seemed, he did want answers, and he felt like this was his best chance at getting them.

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Everything seem to happen in a weird mix of slow-motion and impossible speed for Markus. One moment they were asking their friends if they were all okay, as well as the oncoming presence of police officers. Something that Markus felt was welcomed enough, but not any less concerning. But it didn't matter if he had lived in Widow's Peak his entire life or not, he had never experienced anything as otherworldly as to what was happening now. Countless people he remembered attending their funerals, or at least hearing about their deaths, were here now. Somehow in the flesh-er well, whatever they were now. It was only when one of the officers walked over to speak with them that he recognized her as one of the officers who was there at the hospital on the night that Soren-Markus shook his head. He didn't want to focus on that. Not now. All he cared about was heeding her words, to get out of here and to let them know if anything comes up. "Yes ma'am. We'll be sure to update you if anything comes to mind." he blurted out, but by the time he said it, the officer was already far enough way from them. Markus simply shook his head, looking back at Soren for a moment. As an old woman approached them, Markus had walked over to Erin's unconcious form and slung one of her arms over his shoulder gently, allowing her weight to entirely fall on him as he supported her, "You're gonna be okay, 'Rin. I got you.." he mumbled softly, as if she would have heard him, but it was more so to himself. He didn't know what was more confusing, the fact that somehow his two best friends were well alive, or at least back from the dead and that's oddly all he cared about. He didn't know exactly why or even how, but if this was just a dream, he was going to let it last for as long as it could. He didn't want to say goodbye just yet.

Markus had managed to walk back over just in time to see an elderly woman saying something about stopping by her home sometime, and something about tea. He had only gotten such a small amount of the conversation that, he didn't really know what was happening. Simply looked at the others for some semblance of context. But, the group clearly decided that it'd be best to get some food and hopefully speed up getting Erin to wake up. Maybe if she smelt some food, it'd do the trick. Markus thought, and the group was off to one of the local places.




Everything around her was a dark, murky color. As if it was just a large abyss of ink that she was suspended in. But, somehow still laying down on her stomach, as Erin finally found the strength return to her arms, enough to prop her up to a sitting position. Rubbing her eyes for a moment, as if trying to adjust to light, but, it was just endless darkness. After a few short moments of looking around, Erin noticed that there wasn't total silence. If she focused hard enough, she could have sworn that she could hear the ever so slight sound of soft rain, splattering onto what she could only assume would have been pavement. Suddenly, a deep, cutting fear dug its way into her stomach. Her fingers clenching the surface below her as she sat frozen in place. But instead of feeling nothing like she had just moments prior, she felt that hot, yet cold sensation one gets when scraping their skin against stone before that sharp pain of broken skin set in. Her fingers continued pressing into what felt like asphalt below. Digging further, and further in until she could have sworn she tasted blood in her mouth as she licked her lips. A habit she always had when she was scared. Further, and further, her fingers continued to press into the ground below, to the point of where it felt like she had made impressions in the cold ground. Skin dragging across cold, wet concrete.

And then there was a sheering pain that shot out across her back. Spreading from the back of her hip, all the way up to one of her shoulders, that caused her to let out a pained cry and a blinding light appeared across her eyes before she found herself bolting straight up in an unfamiliar place...




It had only been a few short minutes after they had gotten to the food joint when Erin began stirring in her sleep. At first, Markus had let her keep her head propped on his shoulder, as Soren sat on the opposite side of him. But after constantly having to pull her head back, he decided to just let Erin keep her head resting against the tabletop. Markus was all too busy in his own thoughts, when he finally looked back down at Erin's sleeping form, to see her eyelids flittering rapidly. As if she was suffering from some sort of terrible nightmare. Which, he honestly couldn't blame her for. She had well, rather literally been through hell itself and back. What her dreams were like when she was still alive, before the accident well, she had already had clear signs of copious amounts of nightmares. From the nights when she'd stay at his home for the night, he'd lie awake to hearing her mumble and whimper in her sleep. Which, often times ended with Erin crawling into bed with Markus, finding comfort in a familiar presence. Which, was oddly something they both found solace in. So, seeing Erin asleep once more, right next to him, still in evident enough stress caused his chest to tighten. He wanted to wake her up, but he knew that usually resulted in someone being punched in the face, usually him. So, he decided to just let her ride it out until she woke up on her own.

Markus began to sit back in the booth, when suddenly Erin jolted awake, seemingly out of breath as she looked around. The expression she wore on her face could only be explained as a deer caught in headlights. Which, Markus mused on for a moment before realizing just how morbid that comment was. All things considered. "Hey hey, 'Rin. 'Rin." Markus said softly, gently placing one of his hands to Erin's cheek, stabling her back to reality. His dark brown eyes staring into her hazel eyes. "You're safe. It's okay. Just breathe, okay...?" Markus said calmly, gently brushing one of his thumbs against her cheek. Just like he always had whenever she woke up from one of her nightmares. Erin stared back at him as her breathing finally began to settle itself, her heart still racing a mile a minute within her chest. Erin looked at the man who somehow knew who she was, and his touch...It was oddly calming. As if she recognized it. No no, she did recognize it. But why? Who was he? It was only when she finally glanced around her surroundings that she saw they were in some establishment, that also felt oddly familiar. And then her eyes finally landed on a few other individuals that sat across the table from her. Two she immediately recognized, somewhat. Xan and Nixie? Right? That was their names. It just took her a moment to remember things. But the others, she didn't exactly recall, then again, there were a lot of things she didn't remember. And the fact that everything was slowly coming back to her, the fact she didn't remember much began to tie her stomach in knots again.

"Uhm..." Erin started, still not fully awake from the hellish nightmares she had endured. "Where...Where am I?" she questioned, dark eyebrows knitted tightly across her forehead. Markus gave her a sympathetic smile, as he gently placed his hand on one of her's. "You're safe, and with friends..." he started. Giving her a small smile. Erin slowly nodded, she still wasn't fully able to comprehend what happened after she had interacted with Nixie and Xan at the diner but, whatever happened must have been bad enough that they went to someplace else to talk. Least that's all she gathered. Erin gave a small, silent nod before looking back at the others, not directly looking any of them in the eyes as she spoke, "Can...Can anyone tell me what the fuck happened back at the diner..? Cuz I sure as shit don't remember anything after...Blacking out?" she questioned. "I..I remember this cold sensation creeping over me and then...Just...Nothing. Like an endless abyss." the blonde shuddered for a moment, as if even just recalling the events sent a shiver down her spine. "I...I didn't hurt anyone, did I...?"





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As they all ambled over to the restaurant, they naturally fell into place. When Cassidy joined the ranks with a surly looking cigarette embodied beside him, Xan didn’t even notice any shock on his face before throwing her arms around him, burying his face into her mess of curls. She squeezed harder than she intended, still adjusting to her newfound strength - though maybe this was just how everyone else regularly felt without a chronic illness.

Even so, Cass felt sturdier under her embrace. Before when they’d hug one another it felt like two rag dolls flopping their arms across one another’s - though to be fair they’d always spent the most time together when they were both at their weakest. She didn’t know how but she could just sense that Cass was like them, dead. It was instinctual, like how you knew when someone is watching you.

“I’m really glad you’re here.” Xan said when she finally pulled back, sliding her arms from around him to link hands with him squeezing reassuringly. Looking over to the blonde beside him, she gave an empathic grimace and shrug. “Unreal, right?”

She laughed, all too aware what an understatement that was. As they entered the diner she slid into the seat next to Nixie, watching the others carefully making sure they didn’t all go black-eyed and started throwing shit around again. Obviously they were all here for a reason but Xan would be damned if she let Nixie get caught in the crossfire again. She looked over at her sister, wishing she could steal just a moment alone - but afraid she might lose control and end up hurting Nixie. There was too much left unsaid, bubbling to the surface. It felt like one thing kept happening after another, they didn’t have time to process their messy loose ends.

They had to survive, together.

Xan just reached over to grab Nixie’s hand, willing all the words that they wanted to say to transfer through touch. She gave her hand a reassuring squeeze, doing her best to smile. They were always able to do that, comfort each other even in the bleakest of times. Erin began to stir across the table, Xan looking over with concern. In a way she felt partly responsible for Erin, she found her blissfully unaware and completely set off the atomic bomb ticking inside her.

"Can...Can anyone tell me what the fuck happened back at the diner..? Cuz I sure as shit don't remember anything after...Blacking out?" Erin started after coming to. Xan looked over to Nixie, realizing Nixie didn’t know that Erin wouldn’t recognize her. "I...I didn't hurt anyone, did I...?"

‘No, but you’re about to.’ Xan bit back the thought, looking back to Erin so that Nixie wouldn’t catch her staring.


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Leo hadn’t let go of Elle since they’d joined the group, watching her carefully as she processed the onslaught of familiar faces that registered as strangers to her. He wanted to know where her head was at, but so far she was the only one among the dead who hadn’t been possessed. He didn’t want to push his luck by prying.

There was only so much seating a booth could provide, the group crowding around the table. Leo pulled up a chair, letting Elle take the last seat in the booth on the end. He pulled up close enough so that his legs slid between hers. It was like he was afraid the moment he let her go, she’d dissipate.

“Are you feeling okay?” He asked her, tenderly pushing back her hair behind her ear.

The dead were coming back in masses and all Leo cared about was Elle. He saw what had happened at the diner, the state Erin was in. Elle seemed to be one of the only ones who hadn’t had an episode yet, they’d have to try to prevent it at all costs.

“Okay - I think we need to get some food in everyone before we start going into details.” Leo declared to the table, looking around for a server. He had always played the caregiver role among them when they were in high school. Everyone would come over to his house and Leo would keep them fed with snack and homemade meals from his parents (with the occasional take out). It was a natural role for him to slip into.

“I mean not to be that ghost, but I don’t know if I can just sit and eat and not talk about the very obvious thing.” Xan said plainly, her expression barely changing as she glanced around at everyone.

Leo gave her a very pointed look, bracing himself against the table as he pushed himself up. “Glad you’re back and everything, Xan - but maybe try not to trigger another traumatic event for everyone at this table.”

He walked away to grab their server, Xan pursing her lips and avoiding any eye contact from those around her. It was easy to make jokes but it seemed like Xan was the most in touch out of all of the revived. She had already put Nixie in harms way once, if she didn’t start taking this seriously then it’d happen again. Xan huffed folding her arms and leaning back in her sat. Maybe it was better if she just talked less.

“I just ordered a bunch of stuff for us to share, no sense wasting any more energy or time on picking over the menu.” Leo said when he returned after a moment, sliding in right back next to Elle. “I hope that’s okay”

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The Sheriff had let them go and honestly that was a relief for Nixie. She did not want to have to explain something she didn’t understand and she didn’t want to seem like the town’s crazy person, but there was no denying the things she had seen from people she never expected to see again.

The brunette had stayed silent for once in her life as the thoughts and emotions stormed inside. There was so much to unpack, but who even had the time for that? She struggled to fall into line with the old friend group and how they all used to be. More than half of them were supposed to be dead, and she hadn’t seen Leo in years nor had she seen Markus. Not to mention Cas’s douchebag doctor was here.

Nixie just felt a sense of being overwhelmed and uncomfortable around everyone. When they got to the diner she slid in so she was against the wall and her sister beside her. How often does your dead sister come up from the grave? she pondered and honestly she just wanted to scream into the abyss and pretend nothing happened.

Of course, she was excited to have Xan back in her life, but how long was she staying? Or how long before she would be going again?

She heard Erin asking about what happened in the Diner and if anyone got hurt. Her heart began to swell as she could feel her muscles getting tense, so naturally, she needed to fidget with something and the salt shaker was the closest thing to her.

The salt was poured into her hand and pushed around with her fingers as she began to speak and inform Erin of what happened.

“You and Xan got into this state of being possessed. Black eyes, creepy-ass voices, and the two of you began to destroy the diner and scare a bunch of citizens. From what I noticed and overhead, no one was injured.” She concluded as she let the salt particles fall from her hand.

“Oh, there was something interesting about forty-nine years, waiting so long blah blah make the town suffer and a lost loved one? I have no idea… You better have ordered potato skins, or I’m sulking the next 24 hours.” She said as she crossed her arms over her chest looking at the others. How was it even possible that at least four people who had died came back to life? Was this some shitty dream, because Nixie wants none of it.





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Things had moved fast for Elle and it wasn’t long before they were joined by everyone or so she assumed everyone. Elle had a slight inclination for who some of these people were, but she really had no idea. She was lucky to have found the person that matched the name she had stuck in her head all this time.

The blonde took her seat in the final booth spot, she felt uneasy and unsure of what to say until she could feel Leo come in beside her on the chair. It was comforting and she knew that no matter what happened if she had Leo, she would be fine until she could figure things out.

She listened to what the brunette girl playing with salt had said about what happened in the diner and she had summed up what had been said. Elle coughed a bit and spoke up, she remembered what had been said almost word for word. It had caught her off guard in the first place, but the words were in her mind still, “Forty-nine years, I have waited and waited for this moment…. Uh, I will make your precious town suffer. I will see it burn if I must. Then something about pain and seven-fold.” She said hoping that it would trigger someone to talk about it.

She girl looked around the table, but the words ‘being that ghost’ echoed in her head. Was she really a ghost? Her eyes flitted down to look at her hands while she felt the sadness creeping in. Is that all she ever could be? She could see her hands fade a little bit, but instead, she just clenched her fist.

“Town must have pissed some dude off a long time ago. Some dude with magic abilities or maybe it's a woman, we have no idea. I’m not going to judge.” Elle kind of rambled a bit in an attempt to distract herself from the impending thoughts.

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xxxnever did I think I'd be coming back around
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When Erin finally woke up, she awoke with a panic that Soren recognised. It was the same panic that he woke up with every morning. Markus reassured her, telling her that she was fine. He was as kind to her as he had been to Soren, something which resulted in a variety of emotions in Soren, something which he decided against dwelling on. She asked about what had happened in the diner, and Soren glanced at the others, wondering exactly what had happened.

When one of the girls- the one Markus had called Nixie, he thought- explained what had happened, a shiver ran down Soren’s spine. It was exactly the same thing that happened to him. He kept his eyes firmly on the table in front of him, idly tracing patterns in an attempt to occupy his mind. But apparently, through Xan and Erin, they had given one message, something about suffering and burning.

“Consider this your first warning. Restore what was mine to me or I will use these vessels to bring more destruction than you can ever imagine.” He said, without glancing up. “That’s… that’s what it said when it… possessed me,” he admitted. “The old woman said something about coming to see her. If it was forty-nine years ago, she might remember what happened. And she seemed to be unsurprised by the whole thing so… I dunno, she seems like she could be a good place to start to ask questions. I don’t know about you guys, but I’d prefer not to be a vessel for ‘more destruction than you could ever imagine.’” He managed to force something like a smile as he finally managed to look up at the rest of the group.

Some of their faces were familiar, some more familiar than others. But more than he’d ever experienced before, or perhaps more than he’d just noticed, the hollowness he’d been feeling felt like an absence. And it just made it feel all the worse, made it feel all the more noticeable. Everyone else seemed to recognise each other or to at least have somebody that they knew. But the best he had was Markus’ word that they’d known each other and vague feelings of familiarity. He glanced down again, the realisation that it seemed they’d all known and could remember him making him feel more like an impostor than ever. Maybe this was some huge mistake and he wasn’t the person they’d known at all.

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xxxnever did I think I'd be coming back around
xxxdigging up old memories
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Once the food arrived, the conversation halted for a few minutes as everyone seemed to realise in sync how hungry they were. For a few minutes, they just seemed like a bunch of normal twenty-somethings, enjoying the festival and teasing each other. In fact, they’d paid up and had left the restaurant as a group before they seemed to collectively realise why they were there. And then they stood, huddled in the cold, nobody knowing what to do or say, and nobody seeming to want to leave. When Leo suggested they went back to his, everyone seemed to breathe a collective sigh of relief.

Leo’s family had enough rooms that they didn’t all have to sleep in the same room, but they did have to share a room. Asking Markus if he wanted to share was a far too nerve wracking moment for Soren, and the relief when he agreed was significant. At that moment in time, having to deal with any of the others when he still could remember absolutely nothing about them just seemed too awkward and too uncomfortable for him. He couldn’t remember much about Markus either, but the feeling of familiarity was a start, and it was something he was desperately going to cling to.

He pulled off his jacket and sat down hard on the bed as they got to the small bedroom, exhaling heavily and running a hand through his hair to brush it out of his face. He wasn’t sure if he should say something, if he should acknowledge everything that had happened, but the words didn’t seem to come. The best he could come up with seemed to be, “Jesus Christ, what a night.”

Everything after the diner had felt like some weird lucid dream for Markus. Having followed the group wherever they went, when they all sat down and ate together, and eventually when they all decided to go back to Leo’s. Something they probably would have done when they were younger. This all felt so unreal to Markus, if he was being honest. But, just in case this truly was a dream, he stuck closely by Erin and Sor. He wanted to be next to them as long as he could.

It was only when they arrived back at Leo’s, and were given rooms to pair off into, Markus had originally wanted to stay with someone who hadn’t come back from the dead, but after brief reconsideration, he agreed to the arrangements. It was only when they got into the room, that he realized something. The exact detail of the arrangements. But, without hesitation, Markus grabbed a pillow and blanket and plopped down on the floor and laid down, staring up at the ceiling in silence. The silence went on for what felt like forever, as he debated on whether or not to say anything. It was only when Soren broke the silence, that he let out a sigh of relief.

Markus turned his head a bit in Soren’s direction, pausing for a moment as he thought. None of this felt real. It was almost like a dream. Feeling like it was all how it used to be when they were kids. Sleeping over each other’s houses. It was just so odd to him. Yet here they were, and Soren was none the wiser. Markus chuckled to himself for a moment, “Yeah...You could say that.” he muttered out a reply.

Markus’ reply worked half a smile out of Soren as he kicked off his boots, before sitting cross-legged on the bed. He wanted to talk, wanted to ask some of the questions that had been buzzing around his head, but he didn’t know where to start. And then, suddenly, there was a crashing feeling of guilt. He’d been focused so much on his own feelings, he hadn’t even thought about how Markus had to be feeling. He sighed, lying back on the bed so he was staring at the ceiling and didn’t have to look at Markus.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “For… all of this, for everything. I wish I could remember… something.” He managed to shoot a glance over at Markus, where he was lying on the floor, and instinctively laughed a little. “I would have taken the floor if you’d asked,” he added, almost reflexively, without thinking.

Markus simply blinked and shrugged as his initial response, his mind still trying to think of something to say. There were a few brief moments of silence that filled the room after Soren spoke, before there was a soft chuckle from Markus. He turned onto his side, propping his head up with his arm. Glancing up where Soren was, before looking back down at the floor. “You don’t need to be sorry, you know. It’s not your fault, I-” he paused, taking a deep breath as he had to stop himself from saying anything he didn’t want to. “It’s not your fault. The things that happened before, it was my fault. I can’t be upset at you...Not anymore.” Markus slowly sat up as he spoke.

“For as long as I’ve known you, Soren?” he started, glancing up at him for a moment, “I can’t be upset if you forget anything. All things considered, none of us know what’s really going on but, I’m just...Glad to have you back. I’m glad to have my friend back again, however long it may be for..” he said with a faint smile, his eyes becoming a bit glossy before he shook his head and cleared his throat. “But, it’ll be fine. We’ll be fine….” Markus said with a nod, keeping his eyes glued to the floor.

Markus’ words managed to work a proper smile out of Soren for what felt like the first time since he’d woken up in that empty apartment. Something deep inside him was so inexplicably happy to have Markus around, which left Soren wondering about the exact nature of their relationship before. But it wasn’t something he could ask Markus, that much he did seem to know. And then there was the mention of “what happened before”, the feeling that… something had happened. Something bad. But even thinking too much about it made his chest tighten again, and he didn’t want to push it again. Not after what happened last time.

He glanced away as well, as Markus said something about “however long he was there for.” That was the thing; if they’d come back so inexplicably, they didn’t know how long they’d be around for. The demon or whatever it was that had possessed them earlier seemed to have plans for them, but how long did they have? Soren cleared his throat and shrugged a little, smiling as he glanced back up at Markus.

“For what it’s worth, I’m not planning on going anywhere just yet. We’ve got some demon-busting to do first,” he said.

Markus chuckled a little at the comment, glancing over towards Soren for a moment, “I guess so…” he paused for a moment, thinking about it for a moment before nodding. “We should probably try to get some sleep then...Seeing as we have work to do tomorrow…” Markus laid back down, letting out a heavy sigh as he stared back up at the ceiling, “Goodnight, Sor.”

“Night, Markus.”

Soren found himself staring at the ceiling for a while, both unwilling and unable to sleep. The events of the night kept flashing through his mind, remembering what his body had done and everything that had happened. Would it happen again? What could they do if it did? Would he hurt somebody this time?

Eventually, he fell asleep, almost against his will. The nightmares came. They always did. Shadowy figures screaming abuse, shattering glass and the smell of whiskey, and the screeching of twisting metal. But that night, something cut through the rest. It was still yelling, but it was a different voice. It was his voice, but the words weren’t clear. And then he saw the face of the person he was yelling at. He was yelling at Markus.

When he woke up, everywhere was bright. The panic didn’t seem quite as strong as it usually did, even if it was still there. And for the first time, the dreams didn’t fade the minute he woke up. He could still see them, still remember them. Except the dream where he was yelling at Markus seemed less like a dream and more like a memory. He didn’t look to see if Markus was still there or not, just headed downstairs in the direction of where he thought the kitchen would be.

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A town linked with tragedy and the supernatural.

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Character Portrait: Markus Vasco
Character Portrait: Soren Bowers
Character Portrait: Erin Monaghan
Character Portrait: Elle Aldrich
Character Portrait: Leo Mathers
Character Portrait: Xan Cole
Character Portrait: Nixie Cole
Character Portrait: Atlas Blake
Character Portrait: Cassidy Aisling

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Character Portrait: Cassidy Aisling
Cassidy Aisling

breath darling, you survived before, you'll do it again

Character Portrait: Atlas Blake
Atlas Blake

Suddenly, it hurts to breathe.

Character Portrait: Nixie Cole
Nixie Cole

"Everybody knows my past now, like my house was always made of glass."

Character Portrait: Xan Cole
Xan Cole

Chronically Dead

Character Portrait: Leo Mathers
Leo Mathers

What happens when you're hollow inside?

Character Portrait: Elle Aldrich
Elle Aldrich

"Your crooked smile brighter than the stars"

Character Portrait: Erin Monaghan
Erin Monaghan

"It rained that night..."

Character Portrait: Soren Bowers
Soren Bowers

"i'm not bitter, i'm just tired."

Character Portrait: Markus Vasco
Markus Vasco

"I would have followed you to the graveyard..." (History WIP)

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Character Portrait: Elle Aldrich
Elle Aldrich

"Your crooked smile brighter than the stars"

Character Portrait: Xan Cole
Xan Cole

Chronically Dead

Character Portrait: Nixie Cole
Nixie Cole

"Everybody knows my past now, like my house was always made of glass."

Character Portrait: Erin Monaghan
Erin Monaghan

"It rained that night..."

Character Portrait: Cassidy Aisling
Cassidy Aisling

breath darling, you survived before, you'll do it again

Character Portrait: Leo Mathers
Leo Mathers

What happens when you're hollow inside?

Character Portrait: Soren Bowers
Soren Bowers

"i'm not bitter, i'm just tired."

Character Portrait: Atlas Blake
Atlas Blake

Suddenly, it hurts to breathe.

Character Portrait: Markus Vasco
Markus Vasco

"I would have followed you to the graveyard..." (History WIP)

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Character Portrait: Markus Vasco
Markus Vasco

"I would have followed you to the graveyard..." (History WIP)

Character Portrait: Leo Mathers
Leo Mathers

What happens when you're hollow inside?

Character Portrait: Erin Monaghan
Erin Monaghan

"It rained that night..."

Character Portrait: Elle Aldrich
Elle Aldrich

"Your crooked smile brighter than the stars"

Character Portrait: Atlas Blake
Atlas Blake

Suddenly, it hurts to breathe.

Character Portrait: Cassidy Aisling
Cassidy Aisling

breath darling, you survived before, you'll do it again

Character Portrait: Xan Cole
Xan Cole

Chronically Dead

Character Portrait: Nixie Cole
Nixie Cole

"Everybody knows my past now, like my house was always made of glass."

Character Portrait: Soren Bowers
Soren Bowers

"i'm not bitter, i'm just tired."


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Widow's Peak

Widow's Peak by partially-stars

A town linked with tragedy and the supernatural.

Widow's Peak

A town linked with tragedy and the supernatural.

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