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Erin Mohaghan

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a character in “Evermore”, originally authored by Wolf's Bane109, as played by RolePlayGateway

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AGEXX for ghosts, age at death and age now. all characters must be 18+ and for the ghosts, they should have been 16+ when they died.

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delete if not applicable. describe what, if any abilities, they have, as well as the extent of their amnesia. not all ghosts will have all three abilities (i.e. telekinesis, invisibility, and intangibility) and those with fewer abilities will be likely to have better control. some ghosts will have no memories of their human life, while others will simply just be unable to remember their death and the few hours immediately preceding it.

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H E I G H TXANDXB U I L D: give weight if you wish but their build is also acceptable e.g. "5'2, petite"

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P E R S O N A L I T Y:
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F E A R S:
everyone fears something, even if they don't admit it

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describe their history here.

So begins...

Erin Mohaghan's Story

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Character Portrait: Erin Monaghan Character Portrait: Xan Cole Character Portrait: Leo Mathers Character Portrait: Soren Bowers Character Portrait: Elle Aldrich Character Portrait: Markus Vasco Character Portrait: Erin Mohaghan
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xxxnever did I think I'd be coming back around
xxxdigging up old memories
xxxalways used to be the one to let it go
xxxkept my fears in a suitcase

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A gasp filled the empty apartment, and a formerly still body sat bolt upright. Soren gasped for air, his heart still pounding in his chest.This had happened every single night since he’d first woken up in this apartment. Every time he woke up, he woke up afraid, but the memories of the dream disappeared as soon as he tried to remember them, vanishing like smoke into the abyss of his mind. His phone was hovering a foot off the bedside table, and he snatched it from the air, checking the time. He didn’t know why he could suddenly move things without touching them or why they tended to hover in midair when he was upset about something or why he seemed to flicker in and out of sight at times. He didn’t know why his memory was so blank. He didn’t know where he was, why he was here, or what the hell he was supposed to do about it. He’d hoped he might figure it out with time, but two days later and he still had no idea. But he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something he needed to do and that something was urgent, and every morning he found himself reaching for his phone as if the answer would be there. It never was.

It was late morning, later than he’d meant to sleep. Groaning to himself, he grabbed the packet of smokes on his bedside table, pulled on a hoodie, took up his usual position, sitting on his window sill with the window open as wide as it would go, and lit up a cigarette. Even if he couldn’t remember what the dreams were about, or why he was here or what the hell was happening to him, he knew that a smoke was one of the only things that could calm the tremors in his hands and the shaking of his breath. It seemed that the things he couldn’t remember outweighed the things he did. His memory was just a gaping void, full of things that he felt he could almost remember, but the minute anything became halfway clear, it would just slip out of reach. Except for a few memories, and almost all of them were ones he would have been fine with forgetting.

And then there was the name. Markus Vasco. It had been his first thought when he’d opened his eyes two days ago, and it was a name that seemed to be constantly whispered in his mind ever since. He’d done a bit of research, and it seemed he was a tattoo artist somewhere in town. Soren had the address written down on a piece of paper, but something was holding him back, stopping him from going and looking just yet. What the hell was he supposed to do? What was he supposed to say? Hi, two days ago I woke up with total amnesia and for some reason, the only name I could remember besides my own was yours. Do you have any idea about it? Because I sure as hell don’t.

He sighed, blowing out a lungful of smoke out the window into the street and watched as it twisted and curled, before fading into nothing. Somebody had once told him the cigarettes would kill him one day, and he’d just laughed and shrugged. He blinked at the sudden memory, but the faces around it were gone, empty faces he just couldn’t recall no matter how much he tried. He stubbed out the cigarette and closed the window, figuring he needed to get dressed and figure out what the hell he was going to do for the day. There was a leaflet abandoned on the counter, one that had been shoved into his hand by someone on the street yesterday, advertising the town’s Halloween festival. Even if the night itself was just under two weeks away, the town seemed to run events for the whole of October. Soren went over to pick up the leaflet. Something, deep inside him, told him that was where he should go tonight. Well, it wasn’t like he had any better plans.

He spent the rest of the day just in the apartment, doing a little more reading into this Markus Vasco. He’d considered googling his own name more than once, but every time he went to type his name in, a wave of panic and anxiety came over him, telling him not to do it. He figured that reaction meant that he probably wasn’t going to like whatever he found, so he just never looked. But he couldn’t find much on this Markus person either, and he knew that meant he probably just needed to get over himself and go talk to him. He promised himself he’d do it the following day, but first he’d decided to go to this Halloween market for whatever reason.

He pulled on his trusted silver jacket, put on some eyeliner to make him feel a little more like himself (another thing he instinctively knew and couldn’t explain), and headed out. It was cold, but it had at least stopped raining. His breath came out in a swirl of fog as he walked, pulling his jacket a little tighter around him. Torches lined the streets, giving everything an eerie and atmospheric look. Stalls lined Main Street, with local businesses all running stalls of all and every kind. There were people selling handmade masks and costumes, local artists selling art, and so much wonderful looking and smelling food. He bought a cup of hot apple cider and wandered down the street, looking at the stalls and wondering what it was exactly that had drawn him here, or if it had just been curiosity and something to do.

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Xan kept her head down as she walked, buried deep beneath her thoughts. Everything looked the same, but different. Just like the woman in the mirror. Some of the sidewalks looked like they'd been repaved recently, some storefronts changed names. She couldn't shake this feeling of displacement.

The sounds of the people made her ears perk, recognizing the smells and decor as the Harvest Festival. She bit the inside of her cheek, wondering how she could have possibly forgotten. Last she could remember it was still spring. A pang shot through her temples, Xan wincing as she reached for her head. The pressure helped dull the pain.

She suddenly remembered how hungry she was, looking around for the first place she could see that had food, recognizing a diner. Still rubbing her temples, she pushed herself through the diner doors taking a seat at the counter.

"What can I get you?" Asked the old man behind the counter.

"Just a milkshake, chocolate malt please."

"Are you sure you don't want to try our pumpkin flavor? It's perfect for the season."

"Uhm, sure - and actually, can I get a double cheesburger too." Xan hadn't ever had so much junk food, it made her sick usually. She buried her head into her hands, trying to collect her thoughts. Nothing was right. Maybe this wasn't even real, maybe she was dreaming - and if she was, might as well enjoy it.

Xan pulled out her phone, suspending in time for a moment - her body telling her to stop. She punched in Nixie's number, something she'd done a dozen times always hanging up before she could hear the click of the line connecting. A couple of times she managed to send the call through - always hanging up before the second ring.

A mop of white blonde hair made her freeze, phone still in hand. She stood up so quickly she knocked down the drink of the person next to her, immediately mumbling a string of apologies. When she looked back, the woman was staring back at her with a blank expression. Xan almost fooled herself for an instant, insisting she must be wrong. This wasn't Erin. There wasn't a blink of recognition in her expression, it was like she was seeing right through her. Then she saw the darks of her eyes, the slope of her nose. There was no mistaking it, it was...

"Erin?!" Xan said much louder than she intended. She heard the sound of a distant voice, looking down and realizing the phone had connected. Panicking, she hung up - not bothering to find out if she'd just been sent to voicemail. She stood there for a moment stunned. The sharp pain in her temple was back, making her wince. Too many things were happening at once. She grabbed her head, squinting her eyes the florescent lights above suddenly blinding.

Then she just vanished.

Disappeared right out of thin air. Those around her so preoccupied with cleaning up the spill they hadn't noticed, only the woman with the white-blonde hair had been looking at her. Xan looked back, completely unaware that she was no longer visible. Her migraine had left as quickly as it came, Xan steadying herself as she walked toward the woman. It was obvious the woman didn't recognize Xan anymore than she had a moment ago, but there had been a shift in her posture when Xan said her name.

The woman's gaze didn't follow her as she approached, remaining fix at the point where she disappeared. Xan sat down across her, unwittingly re-manifesting in the seat across from Erin. "What are you looking at?"

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One of Xan's eyes had crinkled in confoundment, like her mind was malfunctioning for a moment trying to process the impossible. The story felt eerily familiar, when Erin showed her the phone Xan's hand went to her own in her pocket. They were the same model.

The pang returned, Xan wincing and reaching to apply pressure to her temples to suppress the pain. Erin was dead, that much was certain. A sense of some sort of dread, some aberration, had been following Xan since she woke up on that church bench all those days ago.

"You uh...Don't happen to someone know someone with the name Nixie. - "

Xan was struggling to much to keep herself relatively composed to perk up at the name, but every drop of doubt drained from her in that moment. She'd spend days of these fleeting thoughts, always chased off by sporadic migraines - but here was the truth staring her in the face. Xan shook her head slowly, burying herself into her hands to block the light in an attempt to curb the pain. She sighed heavily, peeking out from behind her fingers. Cycling through the millions of impossibilities that could lead to this, struggling with where to start. She inhaled deeply, preparing to speak - interrupted by the shuffles of Harold as he carried over her cheeseburger and milkshake.

"Here you are," He said after what seemed like an eternity, the two patrons watching him with a tense silence as he approached. Xan gave a weak smile of thanks. When he remained at the table, Xan looked back to Erin then back to Harold. She opened her mouth to speak, Harold cutting in before she could. "Anything else I can get you? Ketchup, hot sauce?"

"No - no thank you," Xan's lips pressed into a fine line, giving Harold a nod. He seemed to be frozen for a moment, searching her face. Xan looked back to Erin, eyes widened.

"Alright then, just let me know if you need anything!" He finally said, giving them both a smile and a nod and returning behind the counter.

"Okay," Xan waited until he was out of earshot, turning back to Erin. Her vision had adjusted, her head still aching but now a dull throb instead of a sharp pang. She had pulled out her keys and phone out of her pocket, slapping them onto the table next to Erin's.

"Your name is Erin Monaghan. We are in Widow's Peak, the town where we grew up...." Xan could feel this block in her mind giving way, weakening to give way to a stream of consciousness. “Your best friends are Soren and Markus. My name is Xan Cole. My sister's name is Phoenix Cole....Nixie, who you dated."

She could see the light of recognition in Erin’s eyes.Suddenly rushed with a sense of clarity, the dull throb in her temples lifted. Xan had been trying so hard to connect the dots but they were already connected, she had just been unable to see it. Her hands had developed a strange tingling sensation, Xan looking down at them for a moment before continuing.

"You don't date anymore though, because....you died - and I'm pretty sure I did too." Xan stretched her arms across the table, reaching for Erin's hands - her fingers passing right through them. “I don’t know what the hell is going on, but I know it is not possible.”

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On their walk towards the pumpkin patch for photos, Nixie could get the slightest feeling that faces in the crowd looked familiar, but why? She would blink and they were gone though, so her best conclusion was that she didn't get enough sleep the night before and was making herself see the things she thought she did.

Phoenix had her fingers interlocked with her girlfriend's as their arms swung back and forth. The line up for photos was long, so they decided just to hang out and drink their drinks. That was when Katrina's eyes had caught onto something and Nix could tell. "What are you looking at now?" She asked her as she eyes tried to follow her gaze and eventually landed on the grand piano near by. "No, absolutely not."

"Come on, Phi, you have to. There isn't much else for us to do right now anyways. Think of how happy it'd make everyone right now." Kat said with her pleading face that made it next to impossible for the brunette to say no to.

"Fine. I'm doing it for the people, just so we're clear." Phoenix said as she handed her stuff to Kat to hold. She began to walk over to the piano. The ivory keys were where she felt most at home, and it took her a minute of staring at them before she sat on the piano bench. Part of her hated playing music in Widow's Peak these days. It just reminded her that her biggest fan wasn't there. It was easier living far away from home, because sometimes she would forget for a few a moments.

After she would stand up and bow after every recital though, she always looked for the same familiar eyes or the slight smile on her face. Some days she was crazy and she did see it. Nixie hated that playing was always associated with Xan, but she carried on playing because it was the only thing she had left of Xan and Erin.

Nixie was on autopilot and instantly her fingers began to move along the keys in a rhythm as if they were dancing along the keys. Nothing else in the world could pull her out of the trance she got in whenever she played this song, this was the one she called 'X' for Xan. It was a somber piece with a slow and dark base line, but at points the melody overlapping was upbeat and childish, until it turned more into a ballad.

While she was playing she hadn't noticed her phone had been ringing, but Katrina had answered it, just to hear a mention of the name Erin.

When Nixie was finished Kat was waiting at the piano. "I think its time to go." The words came in blunt, and the brunette was trying to figure out where she went wrong.

"Kat, what's wrong?" She asked scrambling to get up from the piano as she began to follow after her.

"I can't believe you would do this. I begged to move here for this?" The redhead said in a bit of a snap turning on her heel and looking into Nix's eyes.

"I really do not know what you mean, Katrina." The words escaped her lips, but the only thing that filled her mind was on how confused she had been.

"If you want to be with Erin, then just be with her, but don't do all this with me." It was with those words that Kat was storming off again. Phoenix had no idea what she even meant and why she was mad. Even if something had happened usually Katrina was patient and understanding, but perhaps Nixie had run out of having her be patient.

"Kat, Please don't walk away. Just talk to me." Phoenix said as she ran up to her and grabbed her wrist lightly to try and stop her before letting it go. "Please. What happened? Erin's been dead for awhile now. I told you this. How would I even be with her?"

Kat had sighed heavily before looking at her. "It's okay if she's alive Phoenix. You could have just been honest with me. But having someone call you and start with her name? Why would they have your number and why would it be tied to Erin? You know what, just forget it. I will be at the apartment if you need me. I just need time to cool down." With those words Kat had walked off and Nixie only stood there watching.

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Nixie had decided to just go get a piece of apple pie at the local diner. It was her comfort food and it was all she wanted to consume while her girlfriend was mad at her for a dead ex girlfriend.

She sighed as she entered the diner and took a seat at the counter on one of the stools. "Apple pie with extra whip cream please." Nixie said, ready to go into a sugar high, it was better than subjecting herself to alcohol or drugs, which had always been super tempting after everything that happened.

Phoenix got her piece of pie and grabbed the fork, taking a bite. As she looked up from her plate, she looked around to see if she knew anyone there, the only thing was two figures in the back, looked eerily familiar. For a moment she could have sworn... No it couldn't be. Nixie ignored it and continued to eat her pie. Could it really be them?

Nixie had looked at her phone and saw the phone number that called most recently, and hit the button to redial. As soon as it began to ring on her end, she could hear it in the diner too. Immediately she got up from her seat, if someone was prank calling her and trying to ruin her relationship, they needed to be confronted. The brunette had no idea who it would be, but she had to do this. There needed to be proof so Kat could stop being pissed at her.

As she neared the back of the diner where the gang used to sit she noticed it had to be the last booth. When she got there, she didn't expect to see the two people that she did.

"Is this a fucking joke?" How was this possible? Was this just really good makeup and people wanted to be sick and twisted? Or was she going mental? Either way, Nixie ended the call on her phone and looked between the two of them.





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"I've missed you, too."

The words began to echo in her brain. She was confused but she was also comfortable. The same feelings of being safe and cared for came flooding back in to be around him. The only problem was, she felt something was off. Elle had been good for quite some time, but she felt as though she had only been gone since maybe a couple days ago. Leo didn't really offer any other kind of information though. Was there something he was hiding? or was it fine and she was the one being weird?

Her mind kind of faded from the fleeting thoughts she was having, instead all she could see were the tears that fled from his eyes and all her instincts kicked in like they were muscle memory. Her fingertips reached up to his face softly to wipe away his tears. She wanted him to be happy and she wanted him to be okay. Maybe showing up wasn't proving the best for that? Elle almost thought to try looking around for his parents, but her eyes felt stuck to his.

His hands had comforted her emotions from rising too much as he held them, and she let their foreheads touch. Being this close to him, made things feel less scary, like the day she had woken up in a field near the water. This made sense, and even though nothing else did, she would take her moments. Which concluded to her that she was right, that even if she wasn't feeling the greatest at least she was here now, at least she had him.

"I'm going to take care of you, always." The words were just short of making her begin to cry, but she composed herself just a enough, and let his lips brush against hers as one of her arms wrapped around his torso and the other rested on his chest. The movement happened flawlessly and there was no awkwardness about moving around him, it was easy.

She was about to tell him that she loved him too, but his lips fell onto hers. She could feel how much he was holding onto her and just how much emotion was in him. Her fingers clenched a little against the fabric of his sweater as she held onto him. Elle didn't want the moment to go, but eventually she needed air.

"Leo." She said softly, her forehead still leaning against his. "I love you." She could feel her heart beating fast in her chest. She had so many questions, but she didn't want to ruin the moment. Still she could tell that he was putting more into kissing her than he normally did.

"What's wrong Leo? Did we get in a fight and I forgot?" Elle asked as her eyes met his trying to search them for the answer. She hoped he had some kind of an answer for her, but who knew. Maybe she would have to find someone else who knew.

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"What? No...." Leo tilted his head to the side, confused by Elle's questions. If this was a hallucination of his own design, why would it linger on the one thing he wanted to forget. Cradling his face in hers, he imagined that onlookers might give him strange looks but they just walked on by like they were just another lip-locked couple enjoying the festival.

He pulled away, his hands still holding onto hers. It all felt so real. Maybe this wasn't meant to distract him from reality, maybe it was meant to force him to confront it.

"Elle," The words were already failing him, Leo exhaling roughly in an attempt to force them out. He squeezed her hands tighter as he spoke. "You've been gone for five years...you fell into the river and they never found your body...you were declared dead."

Suddenly the notion occurred to him, maybe she wasn't a hallucination, maybe she was real. They never found her, it's possible she washed up somewhere with amnesia and has only just returned. He reached towards the lines in her face that he'd never imagined before, subtle signs of age that marked the passage of time. His brow furrowed with concern, weighing what made him more insane - hallucinating his dead ex or convincing himself she was still alive.

Before she could process and react, the sounds of sirens cut through the silence between them. The eyes of the town watched as the patrol car rounded the festival to the diner where a crowd of people began to gather behind a line of police. His brow furrowed, one hand letting go of Elle's as he stepped forward the other leading Elle.

There was rarely any crime in Widow's Peak that created a spectacle, most of the time the cops were someone you called after the fact. As they neared the fringe of those crowd, two figures stepped out from the diner. From this distance it took a moment to recognize them, but when they looked up and spoke he could see their faces clearly. Their eyes and voices might have been demonic but the rest of them still looked like Xan and Erin - two people he'd never expect to see together in life or death.

Leo had been to Xan's funeral, seen her too-stiff body in that casket. He hadn't been to Erin's but he remember when it happened, his parents had sent a floral arrangement. These two were definitely dead, without a doubt. He stood there stunned, his face twisting into an expression of horror. Out of instinct he let go of Elle's hand, stepping back to look at her - making sure her eyes hadn't turned black as Erin and Xan's had.

"What - who ...?" Leo struggled to get the question out, one hand going to his head hoping to keep himself from spinning out. He grabbed a hold of the closest person to him, pointing to Elle as he looked between them craze-eyed. "Do you see her?"

“What?” The stranger looked at him confused, still baffled at what they'd all just witnessed in front of the diner. They looked at Elle, then to Leo before pointing back to Elle. “Her? Yeah, I see her.”

Leo stumbled back, trying to put distance between him and Elle. “What are you?”



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Xan felt her body hit the pavement, her mind struggling to piece together what happened. Everything was disconnected, only flashes of images and sounds none of it making any sense. The sharp pang in her temples had returned, Xan wincing trying to cover her eyes from the sunlight. There was noise around her, but she couldn't make out a single sound. It was all static.

Squinting, her vision was still blurred from the pain. She could tell by the paved concrete beneath them they were no longer in the diner, but she couldn't remember how she'd gotten there. Looking over beside her, she recognized Erin's platinum blonde hair even if she couldn't make out here features.

Struggling to recall her last lucid memory, Xan closed her eyes again rubbing them with the back of her eyes as she sat upright. Nixie's look of horror flashed in her vision, it was all starting to come back to her now. Looking behind them, her eyes took a moment to adjust to make out the diner. She could see through the windows the interior had been destroyed. Her brow furrowed, that sharp pang releasing another stream of memories of flying objects and the sound of splintered wood and screams.

"Nixie?!" Xan called out with concern, remembering that Nixie had been in the diner with them. She looked around, just realizing a crowd had gathered behind a line of Police all staring at Xan and Erin. Xan shrank into her shadow, still sitting on the road beneath them.

"Uhm...Erin." Xan's hand went to Erin's instinctually, desperate for something - anything, to tether her. She was grateful when she felt that contact, realizing it'd been the first time she felt human contact in a very long time....too long of a time.

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Elle could feel the emotions within her body swirl around in every direction. She had no idea what was going on, and she thought once she reached Leo she may get some clarity. Maybe he didn't know as much as she hoped he would, but that was fine. Elle could feel the sadness swell inside of her as she watched his facial expressions shift from confusion, hurt, and confusion again. She could tell that something wasn't connecting for him. Maybe she was wrong about what she thought she knew.

Instinctively she wanted to pull away. Was she remembering things differently? Then the words came crashing down around her and the word 'dead' circled her brain over and over again. There was a searing pain at the front of her head and she instantaneously had her palm pressed against her forehead. "Dead?' Did she maybe survive and that's why she couldn't remember much.

The blonde didn't have words to say, but her mouth was agape as she just stared into Leo's eyes. "Dead" she whispered the word silently back to herself. Elle couldn't process any of it, but before she could even have the chance to ask more questions or to get confirmation about things, the sirens could be heard and immediately he was leading her through the alley way and onto the street.

When they got there, Elle noticed two familiar figures. The names escaped her for the time being and she couldn't explain why, but she felt like she did know them. Instead her head shifted back over to Leo as everything was going on.

It felt like a bunch of glass had been knocked over and shattered beneath them. She felt his hand pull away from her and he was questioning if she were real and seemed to question on who she was. Elle could feel the emotions rising up again as she could feel the tears welling up and making her line of vision blurry. He stepped away from her though and instinctively she took a step back from him. She wanted to go towards him, but she could feel a certain sense of alertness and fear seep into her blood stream.

She just stared at him as the tears began to fall from her eyes and trickle down her cheeks. "What do you mean I was declared dead?" She asked softly her voice breaking up a little bit as she was holding back sobs. With the noise of the sirens, the crunch of footsteps, yelling and various other noises trickling in she could feel herself slipping into a series of images.

Elle could hear the yelling of her father in the background but the images she could see were a mixture of red and blue. There was a force against her body that swept her down and there was no ability to scream. The blonde haired woman came back to the streets of Widow Peak with Leo standing in front of her. All she could feel was her stomach moving in slight ways that made her want to throw up, but as she moved to try and lean against the pole next to her, her arm went through it and she nearly fell to the ground.

"I don't know what I am." Elle said as she slowly stood back up again. This was a mistake coming here.

(Wil post Nixie's post a little later.)

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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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xxxnever did I think I'd be coming back around
xxxdigging up old memories
xxxalways used to be the one to let it go
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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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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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It was easy enough getting into Leo’s house. Even for those who didn’t remember, Xan imagined it was a bit like muscle memory. As strange as everything was, it was nostalgic. There weren’t many options for splitting the rooms, and to be honest Xan still felt partially responsible for Erin - so she didn’t put up much of a fight when Erin sort of default bunked with her and Nixie. The bed was big enough and they were all small enough to all fit, but it felt strange to suggest.

“I can sleep on the floor if you two want to take the bed?” She offered, nervously scratching the back of her neck.

Erin had simply gone along with the others, seeing as she had no idea of anything that was going on. Her mind was still pretty fuzzy, and being alone in that apartment another day longer would have made her go mad. So, when she got invited to join the others, she felt a weird sensation of having said yes, as if saying no and going back to the apartment would have felt wrong? Erin didn’t exactly know, but it was nice to be around, well, friends, she guessed.

It was only when the room order was given out, that she finally realized how a bit awkward things were now. Not that she had any issue with it, but, things felt vaguely familiar, like this had been something she had done dozens of times before.

Only issue was, she didn’t remember anything. Once the three of them were in the room, Erin felt a pit in her stomach. Quickly shaking it off as nothing more than general anxiety and nerves. That had to be it, right? One of Erin’s eyebrows raised when Xan spoke, that was her name, right? Erin blinked a few times as she was offered to sleep on the bed. Weirdly, there was a small part of her that refused.

“Uhm...No thanks, actually...Xan-” Erin stammered out her name after a brief pause.

“I’ll uhm, I can take the floor. Don’t worry about it. Thanks though.” She nervously forced out a small smile, before sitting down in the center of the floor and finally laid down, looking up at the ceiling. There were so many things she wanted to ask, seeing as the other two seemed to know more than she did. But there was just that ever sinking feeling in her stomach that told her not to. The same feeling she had at the diner. That same feeling that if she asked, she’d regret it. So, instead, Erin simply laid there, looking up at the ceiling as she tried to remain calm and collected.

Xan stuffed her hands in her pockets, eyes widening with confusion as Erin laid flat on the ground. There wasn’t much she could do at that point. She looked back to Nixie, though she didn’t seem interested in any sister time at the moment.

Nixie knew she should have gone back to her apartment and back to her girlfriend, but it wasn’t every day the people you loved came back to walk the earth. How could she leave everyone when they had a mystery to solve anyways? Nixie was going to be damned if she was the younger sister being left out of things all considering her older sister was supposed to be dead.

The brunette began to put her hair into a messy bun, hating having it touch her while she slept. She could hear the two of them offering to sleep on the floor and she rolled her eyes. “You two are just as annoying as the day you left.” She mumbled, her shoes having been kicked off and she climbed into the bed. Xan looked over her shoulder, unable to make out Nixie’s words but recognizing the tone.

“Glad you’re both offering to sleep on the floor, makes you both a slightly better person than I. Besides that, no one has to sleep on the floor. There’s plenty of room if you want Erin.” Nixie said as if it were obvious they could all fit.

Nixie didn’t know how she was keeping so calm and acting as if this happened all the time. Maybe it was because she coped so well. Xan couldn’t help but to glare at Nixie when she offered the bed to Erin. If Erin already offered to sleep on the floor then obviously let her sleep on the floor.

“Obviously only do what’s within your comfort level.” Xan looked back to Erin, gesturing for her to stay where she was with a polite smile.

It might be the end of the world as they knew it, but it still wasn’t enough to make Xan want to sleep in the same bed as Erin and Nixie. She pulled herself atop the dresser, her hands fiddling. It was impossible to speak with Nixie how she wanted to with Erin there, but it didn’t seem like Nixie even wanted to talk.

“I’m honestly not sleepy yet, I think I’m still a little wound up.” Xan said, trying to use their sibling telepathy to ask Nixie to stay up late with her to talk some.

Erin just laid there, blinking every now and then, simply listening to the other two talk. All of this felt so wrong to her, but at the same time, Erin felt like something was missing. Like she should have known what to do, been doing something different than what she was doing at this very moment. Just laying there like a goddamn coward. Erin had gotten pulled herself to her feet, looking at the others for a moment. “Uhm...Where...Where’s the bathroom?” she asked.

Once Erin had been directed, she left the room for a few minutes. Simply looking in the mirror after she splashed her face with cold water, “Why can’t you just remember…? Why..?”

Nixie didn’t know what to say. Erin seemed far away from who she was and who Nixie knew her as. Would Erin ever remember who Nixie was again? Part of the brunette felt like she could deal with it and that it was no skin off her back. Nixie just tried to tell herself that she already grieved the loss of Erin, so this shouldn’t be difficult.

She could however tell Xan was relatively the same and because of that she got the smallest feeling that Xan wanted to talk, but Erin mentioned going to the washroom so Nixie pointed in the general direction and gave a couple verbal clues.

“Are you okay?” Were the only words she could get out towards her sister as she tried to look up from the bed to make eye contact, but it was difficult.

“Am I okay?” Xan almost laughed. “Nix I want to know if you’re okay.”

Xan shifted uncomfortable, the reality that she had put Nixie in harms way was unsettling. She couldn’t help but to feel like she was disrupting Nixie’s life entirely. They had both gone through so much, she couldn’t imagine what it must feel like to have her sister return from the dead.

“I just - you can go, if you want.” Xan fumbled for the words. The last thing she had wanted to do was weigh down Nixie, it was her dying wish. As much as Xan wanted to have her sister there, more than anything she wanted to be free.

“Xan, I’m fine.” Nixie said with a bit of a sigh. She knew her sister only cared and wanted the best for her, but god she was annoying. Nixie didn’t care that she had grown up being there for Xan medically and emotionally, it just felt like her job.

Shaking her head she looked at Xan dead in the face, “You’re an idiot, why would I leave you? You’re supposed to be dead, but you’re here. I’m going to help figure it out, you all deserve that much.”

Xan couldn’t help but to laugh a bit. Seems like some thing’s wouldn’t change even in death. Nixie had always been her biggest supporter. Of course she would insist on staying. She put her hands up in resignation, letting them fall into a moment of silence.

A smile instantly lit up Nixie’s face as she heard her sister laugh. It had been so long since she heard the sound, that it almost brought tears to her eyes. Nixie refused to herself cry over this though, it was fine, she was fine.

“So . . . Erin, huh?” Xan said in disbelief, as if that was the craziest thing to happen to them today.

“Well, she’s alive...” Nixie stated the fact, but didn’t offer much more on the subject but maybe she was naive and didn’t get what Xan meant. Erin didn’t have many memories at all, which made Nixie want to ask what Xan knew, but maybe now wasn’t the time.

Erin had waited a few minutes before figuring she had spent enough time just...looking at herself in the mirror. Everything just felt off and she didn't know why. With a resolute sigh, she retreated from the bathroom and return back to the bedroom. Only stopping when she heard voices from the other side.

She paused, her hand just above the doorknob. Should she go in? Should she give them more time and find something else to do to occupy her time? She didn't know. But before Erin could stop herself, she turned the door and stepped back in. Giving the two a small, awkward wave. "Uhm...If now's bad I...I can come back? I don't want to intrude on...Whatever you were talking about. Ya know?" She asked awkwardly, shoving her hands into her jacket's pockets. Awkwardly waiting for one or both to say something.

Xan looked over to the door as Erin popped her head in, suppressing a laugh at her all too perfect timing. She pushed herself off the dresser. It would be a while before Xan went to sleep, she had been struggling with it ever since she got back. Besides, Erin and Nixie looked like they needed some sleep.

“You’re good, come on in.” Xan beckoned Erin in, then slowly backing out of the room. “I think I’m going to raid the kitchen, maybe eat myself into a food coma.”

Nixie watched as Erin’s figure slipped back into view and into the bedroom. There was a brief moment of panic, and she wondered if Erin knew they had talked about her. She didn’t say anything bad and hoped it wasn’t too awkward.

To make things worse, Xan just left for the kitchen. Some big sister, huh? The brunette repositioned herself in the bed, making room for whenever Xan decided to come back.

“Are you tired at all? Like does possession make people tired?” Nixie asked aloud. Not even really thinking about what she was saying, the words just sorta slipped out.

Erin raised her hand as if to speak, her mouth agape a bit as Xan spoke, blinking as the woman excused herself. Leaving Erin and Nixie alone. Wow, thanks Xan…, was all Erin thought.

Turning to look back at Nixie, Erin gave her a somewhat awkward, nervous smile as she rubbed the back of her neck. Shifting on her feet slightly as she looked down, swallowing a bit before looking up at Nixie as she spoke. Giving a soft chuckle she shrugged a bit, “Well...It would be a first for me but...From my experience, yeah?” she shrugged again, before flopping back onto the floor.

There was a brief pause as Erin picked at the carpet below for a moment, biting her lip before she spoke up again. “Look...I don’t remember much of anything, to be honest. What happened at the diner, I...I’m sorry. If it’s any consolation, I was just as scared as you were...I…” Erin paused for a moment, biting her lip again, “I didn’t hurt you...Did I..?”

Her back fell softly into the mattress beneath her and her hands instantly reached for the covers to pull up. She laughed a little as Erin mentioned it had been tiring. Made sense. Nixie didn’t know what to say though and wasn’t sure if she was going to, until the blonde spoke again.

It was easy to keep composure and carry on with the show, not showing your blemishes or to move past hardships, but Nixie did not expect the words ‘I’m sorry’ to hit her as if she had been impaled by a train. Her stomach twisted into knots and her head was spinning. This was really real, wasn’t it? There was a lot of need to freak out, but Phoenix couldn’t allow herself to. She didn’t deserve to break down when they literally were dead and came back.

“No, you didn’t. I promise.” Nixie spoke softly as her fingers kept rubbing against the duvet. “No one got hurt luckily. Just some property damage.”

Erin nodded silently for a moment. Taking a deep breath as she was able to relax a bit, knowing no one was hurt. While she didn't remember much of anything, she knew that she was worried about others. Whatever she was now, or wasn't, she still cared. Her eyes flickered back over to Nixie for a moment. "I…I'm just glad you're okay. I know things were scary and..I don't know what happened." Erin took a moment to take another deep breath. "But I guess we can figure that out starting tomorrow, huh..?" Erin let gravity take control and fell back onto the floor, looking up at the ceiling. "Well...Goodnight, I guess." she said with a small smile thrown in Nixie's direction.

“There’s scarier things out there.” Nixie said, hoping to ease some of the feelings Erin was having. She wasn’t wrong though, Phoenix’s scariest days were already behind her and she hoped they weren't worse than begging your sister to let you save her and finding out on the phone your girlfriend had died. Yet here they both were. Yup, Phoenix had officially lost it, before she knew it Leo’s dads would come in and question why she was in this empty room by herself and talking.

“Goodnight.” She said sending a smile back, but the weight on her heart was heavy and she wanted to cry, instead she just closed her eyes and let sleep whisk her away.

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ImageXan had already toasted and plated her bagel when Soren spoke up again. She looked up at him, a familiar smile scrawled across his face. Though her memories weren't fragmented like the others, it still wasn't a moment she had thought of for a while. She remembered that day, demanding that he audition. He'd always belt along right alongside her when they were goofing around, she knew he had the pipes for it.

"I can't remember much, but... I just remember that," he said, shrugging slightly. "Is it... is it like this for you two? Not being able to properly remember anything?"

Xan gave a vague expression, shaking her head in a way that provided no clarity. She didn't want the other's to feel more out of control just because she had more of her memories than they did, but she also wanted to give a bit of hope that they might be able to recover their own in time. She reached over for the cream cheese, slathering her bagel as she spoke.

"You know - I don't know." She answered honestly, laughing a bit at the irony before looking back up to Soren. As many times as she had already seen glimpses of her old friend, she could still tell he was lost.

"I think it's different for each of us . . . I mean - I think I remember things but to be honest I barely remembered things when I was alive." Xan didn't bother putting the cream cheese on the other half of her bagel, taking too-large bite out of the one she had prepared.

Erin walked in while Xan was chewing, Xan giving her a faint nod as she walked past to get herself a glass of water. She noticed Erin take pills, unable to mask her suspicion but quickly turning her back to Erin to hide her face. How had Erin gotten her hands on a script already?

"It...It rained that night, didn't it? When...When I…" Xan stared blankly as Erin's sentence trailed off, looking between her and Soren debating if she swallowed her food right now if they'd be able to hear it.

"You...You…" she started again, looking at Soren before pausing for a moment. Xan wanted Erin to grasp that memory, just standing by hoping the silence would help. "You..You did music . . .I'm sorry. My memories are...Really fuzzy right now. Things come back in bursts and...Fragmented. I'm sorry."

Just like that Erin excused herself and let herself out onto the patio. Xan took another bite of her bagel, looking at Soren carefully trying to assess how that interaction affected him.

"Well - that was well timed." Xan said after a moment with a laugh, indicating Erin's sudden appearance and exit spoonfeeding them the very answer Soren was asking. "Don't worry about her by the way - that's just Erin being Erin. Give it time, I'm sure you'll be best friends in no time."

Xan gave him an all too knowing smirk.They had been so close for so long it was strange to see them treat each other as strangers. She couldn't imagine what it would be like if she couldn't remember Nixie.

Suddenly thirsty, Xan turned to get herself a glass of water when she noticed a speaker in the corner of the counter. Inching close she could see it was an iHome. Filling her water and taking a drink, she sideyed the unfamiliar speaker.

"Hey, Siri. . ." The top of the speaker lit up as she spoke those words, listening for her command. "Play Killer Queen by Queen."

There was a beat of silence before the speaker answered, "Okay, playing Killer Queen by Queen."

As soon as she heard the song begin she began snapping along, setting down her drink as she stepped forward. Her hand reached out as she began to sing along, as if she were trying to place the words out in front of Soren for him to sing along.

"She keeps her Moet et Chandon
In her pretty cabinet
Let them eat cake, she says
Just like Marie Antoinette
A built-in remedy
For Khrushchev and Kennedy
At anytime an invitation
You can't decline."


Xan reached over to the speaker to turn it up at full volume, only breaking eye contact with Soren to look back to make sure she turned it up all the way. She had always wished she could have been the Killer Queen, which is why it had always been her favorite out of the songs they performed. It sounded like such a freeing life to live. Dancing as she circled around the counter to come beside Soren, leaning her back against his as she belted the following lines.

"Caviar and cigarettes
Well versed in etiquette
Extraordinarily nice - "


She knew he knew what came next.