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Xan Cole

Chronically Dead

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a character in “Evermore”, as played by leisurelyatwar

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NAMEXX Alexandra Marie Cole

NICKNAMESXX Xan

AGEXXdeceased at 20, now 24

SEXUALITYXXPan, Femme-leaning
xxxxxxGENDERXX cis-female

NATIONALITYXX African-American - White - Asian Mix

ROLEX Ghost

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Xan’s biggest super power in death was her health. She felt better in death than she ever did in life. It should have been her first clue that she was dead. Xan has only shown the ability to go invisible and intangible, though neither happened knowingly. It seems to be a reaction to her emotions, she spent so long getting pity stares it felt nice to have no one notice you.

She doesn’t remember her death, but she can sense it. Long before she passed on Xan had come to terms with her death, accepted that it was her time to move on. Now she just felt wrong, like she wasn’t supposed to be here. A part of her ignored that feeling, shoved it to the corner of her mind like she did with all her darkest parts. A part of her wants to believe this is real but things aren’t adding up. She can remember needing a kidney transplant, but she couldn’t remember getting it – how did she feel better now? And why did she look different when she looked in the mirror? Her features were the same but there were subtle differences that only came with age that made the woman in the mirror nearly unrecognizable.

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H E I G H TXANDXB U I L D: 5’10” thin

In life, Xan was always sickly. Some times it was too difficult to eat, getting most of her nourishment from IV’s. Her fingers and arms frequently were dotted with red marks, her healing slowed from poor health. She’d always been underweight, though at times she manages to get close to her ideal weight. It was always cause for celebration, usually a sign that her health was improving.

Her hair and skin were often a reflection of her health, dulled when her body slowly declined. When she was in good health however she would glow. Her hair, usually an ashen brown, shiny and full. It was always pulled back or flattened from bed rest it was easy to forget how much she had until she had the time to style it. She couldn’t stand to spend too much time on it, but a brush and some products did wonders on their own.

Never one to be especially vain or high maintenance, when you spent so much of your life looking like shit your looks took a back seat. Even when she would dress up it was never with heavy makeup or frilly dresses. She would dab some foundation on to help with her complexion, some mascara maybe if she was feeling flirty.

Her clothes were often oversized, she hated when people pointed out how thin she was like it was something she put work in to achieve instead of a symptom of her illness. She’d do anything to be able to fill out her clothes. Most days her style was more like a middle school boy, dickie shorts and converse with a tank top under a short sleeve button down. Layers were always her friend. On the rare occasion she’d dress up she still opted for more masculine styles, though with her own twist. For a dance one year she wore a suit-inspired two piece that was bold colors and patterns, complete with a flirty crop top.

Most of all Xan was known for her smile. It was too big, too toothy, infectious. When she smiled it filled the whole room. It wasn’t that it was an especially exceptional smile. Two lips, teeth – the works. There was a strength behind the mechanics of it that shined from the inside out. It was her secret super power, one she often used to put a smile on the face of others.

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Xan had been surrounded by dread for so long. Only a couple of her earliest memories were in good health. After that it was worried faces, hushed conversations, tears you could hear but would never see. She always wanted to cheer up others, often taking on the role of performer. She’d put on showcases as a girl, singing and dancing just for her parents – when Nixie was old enough she’d dress them up and they’d write a 10 line play to perform in the living room to an audience of two.

When you are given such an early expiration date, you either let that paralyze you in fear or you made every moment count. Xan would push every bit of darkness into the deepest corner of her mind, easier to deny her reality than dwell in it. The people around her didn’t let her forget she was sick, they didn’t have to say anything she’d see it laced in their concerned glances. She grew to make light of her situation, often cracking jokes about her oncoming death much to her family’s chagrin.

Truth was she always wanted to make other’s smile, even when she was at her weakest. She’d often downplay her pain, something that backfired in later years when her parents realized a pattern after a couple of close calls. Constantly overestimating her own abilities, she outlived her body long before she died. Every time she got better she’d trick herself into thinking it was for good this time, throwing herself into her passion – performing.

She participated in every school play she was able to. There were a few she even scored the lead, like when they did Beauty and the Beast she was casted as Belle and it was one of her greatest performances. Though for as many as she was able to be the star in, she’d end up getting too sick to participate in. Luckily they always had an understudy on stand by.

Though even when she was at her sickest, she had always had the energy to sing. Not always lyrics, mostly just vocal rifts an humming a melody along, harmonizing as Nixie played her piano. A lot of the time when she was at her lowest that was all she could do; lay on the closest soft spot next to Nixie as she played her keyboard, humming a gentle melody.

There were moments when the darkness would spring from it’s trap. All of a sudden it’d pounce, holding her down in place until she was stuck in it’s grip, defeated. It always seem to come out of nowhere, that moment where she folded beneath circumstances no longer to carry herself. It should have been at her lowest moments, but it always led to the most inspiring moments. The moment she’d give up, she’d be lifted by the people around her who loved her. She was surrounded by love, even in her darkest hour – always.

Q U I R K SXA N DXO D D I T I E S:
Xan learned early on how to make the most of the situation. As a girl her parents would joke that she could make a game out of a piece of string. She could always distract herself, a talent picked up from many years in sterile hospital waiting rooms. Later years she would be on her phone a lot, something she could always do no matter her health or circumstances. She was rarely seen without her phone in her hand, except when she was rehearsing or singing. There was always a song stuck in her head, often humming the tune under her breath without even realizing. It drove others crazy.

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So much of Xan’s life was dictated by her illness, her biggest fear is that the same would happen to her sister. Her entire life she was given little to no input on her body and it’s treatment and as much as Nixie believed she wanted to do this, Xan didn’t want Nixie to grow up and realize it wasn’t what she wanted and resent Xan for just accepting it.
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Born yellow-skinned and underweight, Xan spent the first couple days of her life mostly underneath the therapy lights. She was jaundice, nothing too uncommon in newborns – though usually not to this extent. The light therapy helped but one issue led to another which led to another. They were supposed to be celebrating their new bundle of joy but they were in and out of hospitals.

She had a rare blood type, less than 200,000 people had it. It rejected any blood type except for its own. Her parents had money and connections that allowed them access to what was available, which wasn’t much. They had no diagnosis and no end in sight, all they knew was there were no options that didn’t involve questionable ethics. They conceived Phoenix in a petri dish, picking and choosing which genes she inherited so that she would be genetically compatible with Xan.

It wasn’t for another couple years that they had an official diagnosis, Chronic Kidney Disease (CKD). Whether she was born with it or developed it after a string of event deteriorating her health and putting stress on her organs created the issue. Blood transfusions helped, which is where Nixie came in. The family was in the hospital so much, everyone knew them on a first name basis. Everyone was rooting for them, it was like a little family while they were there.

Her dad was the one who stayed behind most of the time. After Xan’s diagnosis he decided to quit his job and become a stay at home dad, taking on the role of primary caregiver for the girls. Their mother made enough to cover medical bills and their comfortable lifestyle so finances never prevented their parents from making a decision in their children’s best interest. There were long stretches where Xan would need to be homeschooled, which her dad would take on. Naturally they grew close, though that came with it’s own thorn of him being the one to have to be the target of Xan’s anger when she reached her limit. It did feel nice to always have him with her when she was at the hospital, no matter how cranky she’d become.

It wasn’t always hospital visits for the Cole’s. They celebrated the moments in between. Most of the time they spent evaluating circumstances day to day, but every so often there was a stretch of good health. Xan would always throw herself into too many extracurriculars, determined to make up for loss time. Her favorite was theatre, especially when they did musicals. Some of her closest friends, like Soren, she met through theatre (though he was always a techie rather than an actor, despite her trying to convince him to switch over). She was casted as the lead in quite a few times, though half the time the role ended up going to her understudy after her health would deteriorate again.

The truth was that Xan’s body would always be slowly destroying itself, no matter how many treatments she got. Not even a new kidney could save her. Their parents would talk about the day that Nixie would give Xan her kidney, something they decided a long time ago. They always talked about it like it would be a fresh start for all of them, but Xan knew it was just delaying the inevitable.

She had asked before if there was a way she could get donations through a traditional route other than through Nixie. Her parents explained that her blood type was difficult to get ahold of and wasn’t sustainable for her level of treatment. Nixie always insisted she wanted to donate, that this was what sisters were for. It just never sat right with Xan, no matter how much people around her insisted otherwise – like Nixie was forced into being her lifelong blood bag.

Nixie was always a bright spot in Xan’s life. They were tied at the hip as soon as Nixie was old enough to walk. When they’d lay in Xan’s bed looking up at the fan as it rotated hypnotically, talking about how they’d be a famous sister music duo one day and how Xan was going to be in movies and Nixie would be composing music. For Xan it was fantasy, but it could be real for Nixie. She had her whole life ahead of her. Xan wasn’t going to let anyone inhibit Nixie in anyway, especially herself. When Xan was 18 she made the decision to no longer accept donations from Nixie, insisting they pursue traditional methods of sourcing blood for her transfusion treatments. Her parents fought her but she was unwavering in her decision. Nixie deserved to live her life for herself, not waiting on stand by to be her sister’s medicine.

When Nixie and Erin started dating, Xan was skeptical. Erin was in the class above Xan and while she knew that Nixie was mature for her age it was still enough to make her protective. She would complain about Erin loudly, nothing too cruel but her venom still apparent. Once when ranting to Soren, they forgot that Erin was one of Soren’s closest friends, spinning the two out into an argument. Soren died before they ever made up, something Xan could have never predicted – that one of her friends would die before her.

Soren’s death pushed Erin and Nixie closer, cementing their bond. Xan saw how happy Erin made her so her contention faded, though never completely. She still made sure Nixie applied to colleges out of State when the time came, though that might have been her living vicariously through Nixie more so. It was fates poor way of saying be careful what you wish for when Erin died. Xan would have never wished such a grim outcome but she’d be lying if she said she never wished Erin would just leave Nixie to live her own life.

Xan wanted to be there for Nixie but her health was deteriorating. She tried hiding it but her parents knew the signs. So began the debates, her parents staying up late into the night with her trying to convince her to take Nixie’s kidney. Xan was ready to go, it wasn’t worth the gamble. When you accepted your death you were washed over with a certain calm. Xan wouldn’t offer any explanations, resolute in her decision.

Her father eventually accepted her choice, realizing it was one of the few choices she ever got to make for herself in her life – the irony that her choice was death was not lost on her. Her mother wasn’t as understanding, growing angry with Xan overtime. She couldn’t let her daughter die without kicking and screaming the whole time, but Xan expected as much. With Nixie it was harder. To hear her cry, to know the weight of the loss of Erin still weighed on her. It didn’t matter the risk to her, that she was guaranteed to lose years off of her life – to her it was worth it.

Xan couldn’t live with the idea of stealing those years from the people who would love Nixie in her last years, and she knew there would be many. Nixie was just that kind of person, the one that was easy to love. She never explained herself to Nixie as many times as she tried. She could never quite get the words out. Xan died with the words on her lips, in a hospital with a failed kidney and holding the hands of her family.

So begins...

Xan Cole's Story

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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 only went to church for the free coffee and cookies. It was something she learned from her time at the hospital. The chapel there was always hosting all sorts of meetings. AA, NA, ALANON, support groups for people with cancer, support groups for people who were terminal, support groups for every fucking thing you could think of. These people gathered in churches, not necessarily inherently religious but always using its charity to host their events. Where people gathered in church basements, there was coffee and cookies.

She would go to the one for the terminally ill in the hospital, but then she just started going to others because she wanted somewhere to be where she wasn’t the sick girl. Where she was defined by her own voice and no one else’s. She knew it was wrong. Usually she’d be in and out before people got to the sharing part, but she’d be lying if she said she never lingered; never felt so lost that she just needed someone to talk to who wasn’t looking at her like she was the walking dead. So she told herself she came for the coffee and cookies, sometimes she stuck around to be seen.

Caffeine was a poison Xan would have to indulge in small doses. The stress on the rest of her organs from her failing kidney made caffeine hard on her liver. She could never drink alcohol, so she found a way to make the most out of a cup of coffee. Usually after one she’d get a stomachache, yet here she was looking into her fourth cup of coffee feeling better than she’d felt in her entire life.

There was a sinking feeling in her gut that she couldn’t shake, that something was wrong. That she was wrong. It hurt her head to try to connect the dots. She squeezed her phone tightly. That compulsion to scroll through every app and text freezing her in place. Every time she went to text to someone she’d feel paralyzed with a sense of dread. It wasn’t like the dread that had followed her for so long in life, that oncoming expiration date. This was something else, an existential crisis at every micro decision and non-decision.

“Did you want to come up and introduce yourself?”

A voice broke her train of thought, Xan looking up to the room to realize they were all staring at her. She almost dropped her cookies, losing her grip for a moment while she re-oriented herself. Xan gave a weak smile, shaking her heard no then leaving hurriedly. She threw her coffee and cookies into the bin as she left.

She found a bench around the side of the church, collapsing onto it wrapping her arms around her knees and burying her face into them so that her hair spilled over to reach the tops of her converse. She’d only ever left Widows Peak en route to or from a Hospital, having to stick around her local physicians to assure they were only a call away at all times. Yet here she was in her hometown and she felt like a fucking stranger.

“You okay?”

Xan looked up, recognizing the woman from inside.

“You looked like you might want someone to talk to that wasn’t in front of a group of strangers.” Full lips pulled back, her two front teeth too big for her smile – but they just made her shine brighter. Xan tilted her head to the side, enraptured immediately. She sat down beside Xan, offering her hand. “I’m Raven.”

“Xan….nice to meet you.” She said in return, taking Raven’s hand gently. There was a beat of silence that followed, the look in Raven’s eye told Xan she expected a little more than just a name and pleasantry in return. “Oh – well, I should be honest I’m not an addict. I just…well I don’t really know what.”

Raven gave a knowing look, nodding her head as she looked out into the distance. Xan couldn’t tell if she believed her or just thought Xan was in a phase of denial, but either way she could sense the understanding from the way the corner of their eyes crinkled with concern. “I think most people who come here just want a place to be heard. I guess I just recognized that look you had when you walked out. There have been people I didn’t go after when I saw that look and – well, I just didn’t want to keep making the same mistake.”

Xan had to look away to keep herself from crying, forcing herself to laugh instead. “Sorry – I don’t mean to laugh.”

“It’s okay, I get it.” Raven smiled again, this time it reached her eyes. She rifled around in her bag for a moment pulling out a card and handing it to Xan. “Here. Call me if you ever want someone to listen. Not to brag or anything but I’m pretty decent at it.”

Xan took the card nervously, her lips pressing themselves flat in an attempt to maintain her composure. The heavy card stock and embossed letters on the back took Xan aback, expecting it to be some poorly cut business card of some social worker. She ran her thumb over the letters as she read:
Raven Bloom
Life Coach

“Life Coach, huh?” Xan chuckled, looking up – but Raven was gone already. She glanced around briefly, shrugging when Raven was no longer in sight. Her stomach growled, regretting the decision to throw out the cookies. She’d had four cups of coffee and no food. She slid the business card into her back pocket, shoving her hands into her front pockets and walking towards downtown to find a place to eat.

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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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xxxYou're the fuckin' acid to my alkaline
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Erin didn't know how much longer she had been sitting at the counter of the small diner, but she figured she'd been there long enough. She handed the old man a wad of Cash she retrieved from her wallet, giving him a rather generous tip as well, and got to her feet. All of which must have been a bit too sparatic, as she got to her feet she had accidentally knocked herself into the woman who sat behind her. Coffee spilling everywhere on the counter. "Oh my fucking god, I am so...so sorry. I was careless and wasn't paying attention. I am so sorry." Erin blurted out, as she grabbed for napkins. "It's alright, sweetheart. Just be a bit more careful next time." the old woman said with a smile, patting Erin on the arm. Erin gave the woman a kind smile in return, looking back at Harold. "Hey uh, Harold? Add another coffee onto my tab for her, huh?" she asked with an arched eyebrow, "Least I can do for her." Harold gave Erin a small nod, "I'll make it on the house, don't worry about it, sweetheart." he gave her a small smile.

She didn't know why, but amongst the commotion, Erin could have sworn she heard someone say her name. She blinked in confusion, before finally turning to look in the direction that she at least thought she heard the voice come from. Which was by the entry point of the small diner. Her face remained remotely expressionless as she looked at the other woman, if anything, it was more confusion that overtook her face than anything. She didn't know this woman, at least, Erin didn't think she did. But, somehow she did? Did she? Did Erin know her? She wasn't sure. But there was a small bit of anxiety slowly creeping its way into her stomach the longer she looked at the woman. Something felt off but, Erin couldn't tell what was causing that sense of unease. "I'm sorry, but do I-" she started, and just before she could finish her question, the woman disapeared. Just like that. Erin stood in the middle of the walkway with a look of concern, confusion, and pure worry on her face. Was she losing her mind? Erin looked around the establishment to see if anyone else had witnessed it, but from what she could guess, no one else did. Just her. Great. She thought to herself. Now she was seeing things, ontop of not knowing anything about herself still.

That was until the woman appeared right next to her, in a seat that Erin could have sworn was just empty seconds ago. Was she really losing her mind? Erin shook her head. Looking back at the woman, her green eyes scanned over the woman's face. Trying to decern if she knew who this person was, but she must have. The woman knew who she was, somehow. Erin just had to find out. "Hey uh, Harold...Make it another round for me...But uh..Make it a water. Think I've had too much sugar so far...And uh...Put this lady's order on my tab, would ya? Thanks." the old man nodded. Erin looked back at the woman, eyebrows still furrowed together tightly. Erin didn't know why, but she found herself grabbing Xan by her wrist and pulling her out of the woman's seat at the counter and pushed her and herself into a booth away from most people. Giving them some privacy as they sat across from each other.

A small sigh escaped her lips finally as Erin sat back in the booth for a moment, trying to collect her thoughts before she spoke. She licked her lips for a moment before looking across at the woman, that she still couldn't recall knowing. But if this woman did know her, maybe she could help. "Okay look-" Erin blurted out suddenly, running her hands across her face as she rubbed her eyes, before combing her fingers through her hair as she straightened up her posture. "I know this is going to sound...Really fucking crazy, but...Clearly you know me but..." Erin took a deep breath, "I don't fucking know who you are. At least...I don't think so? I don't know uh...My memory is...Really bad." she pointed to her head for a moment. "I uh...I don't expect you to believe me but...I really don't remember anything, like at all. Uh...Uhm...All I know is my name, which...We both know by now you do. But...I don't know how we know each other. But I'm assuming you do?" she motioned with a small nod.

Erin shifted in her seat once more, before looking back at Xan, "I don't know what I'm doing here...I don't really know...Much of anything to be honest. And it scares me. All I know is that, a few days ago I woke up in a random field outside of town. All I had on me-" Erin started, as she reached into her leather jacket's coat pocket and placed the phone and apartment key on the table infront of her. "-Were these. The phone...and key. I don't know why those are the only things I had on me...I've been too scared to really use the phone and...The key belongs to an apartment that...I don't remember if it's mine or not...I mean..It must be but..I don't know." she muttered, shaking her head once more as she exhaled. She must have looked insane to this woman, none of it made sense to her, so why the fuck would it make sense to this woman?

"Look, if we did somehow know each other..I can't remember anything. I don't even know my own last name or...If I'm even from here. All I know is that my name is Erin, for whatever reason I had to come here...and I know someone else's name which...I can only assume is some nickname. But even then, I don't know why or how I remember it...But apparently it was important enough for it to be one of the few things I do remember, and it scares me." Erin looked down and away, a small pit of fear was only growing more and more by the second every time she talked. But she had to get it out, to hopefully not sound or look as insane as she felt. Erin felt so hopeless and scared. All she wanted was someone to be able to help her. At least in some way of means of information. That's all that could make the difference. She shook her head, pausing for a moment. "Look uh...I'm sorry. I probably sound and look insane to you, and...I couldn't blame you for thinking that I must have lost it but...I really don't remember anything..So...If you do know me, somehow...Well, anything you could try reminding me of would be a lot of help. Even if it's not much. At this point, even knowing my last name would help ease me some.." She nodded, more so to herself than anything else. Rubbing her hands across her face once more, Erin sighed. "You uh...Don't manage to someone know someone with the name Nixie...Do you by any chance? That uh...That's the only other thing I remember...And I don't know why. It's okay if you don't know, just thought I'd ask. Seeing how you seem to know more than me..."






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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.





E L L E X A L D R I C H
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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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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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xxxThey say I may be making a mistake
xxxI would've followed all the way, no matter how far
xxxI know when you go down all your darkest roads
xxxI would've followed all the way to the graveyard

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Markus found himself staring blankly at the man as he began to speak. Trying to convince himself that he was just imagining things. That there was no way that this was him. There was just no way. It was seven years now, he had seen the body, been to the funeral, everything. So, there was no way, he was just seeing things he so desperately wanted to see. But then, the other man spoke and Markus could have sworn his heart stopped in his chest. His voice. That voice. It was his. And suddenly, Markus didn’t know what to believe. Was he truly losing his mind? Was this the day he finally just lost all of his remaining senses? Probably. But, even if he was just seeing things that weren’t really happening, Markus didn’t want it to end just yet. He shook his head, taking him out of his thoughts as he finally felt strength return back to his legs to help pull him along as the other man got back in line. Markus didn’t know if he was staring or not, but he must have been as his eyes scanned over the man that stood before him as he spoke. Nodding ever so slightly as he said that he was from around here. That he grew up here. Or, that he thought he did. Markus didn’t understand what he meant, but kept silent as the man continued to talk. Not like he had much of a choice, seeing as his voice caught itself in his throat and wouldn’t come out as hard as he tried.

He found himself continuing to scan over the man that stood next to him trying to understand what the fuck was going on. Hell, he was close to asking what kind of sick joke was this, until the man finally said that he was sorry about his memory, and how he had bad amnesia. And that if he seemed to come across as rude, that he wasn’t doing it on purpose. Markus took the cup the man handed to him, and took a sip. The drink helped clear his throat a bit, but not much. Markus finally found himself regain that strength he needed to speak, and he couldn’t help it as his voice came out in a shaky tone, try as he might to not have his voice break, “It...It’s okay.” he began, clearing his throat and took a deep breath as the two began to walk once more. Markus took another moment to gather his thoughts, he didn’t know what was going on but, if Soren was really fucking here, somehow...Well, he wasn’t going to waste it. He didn’t care. All he wanted was to be able to talk to his best friend again-no, the person he cared for more than a friend, but that was so long ago. As if it was almost a life time ago. But, however many years may have passed by, and however older he may have looked...This was Soren. His Soren. His best friend. Markus bit his lip for a moment and began to finally speak again, “Yeah...I guess you could say we used to know each other.” Markus said with a small chuckle, however forced it was.

This felt so unreal, but he wasn’t going to waste time with this. Markus sighed as he looked down at the ground before looking back at Soren. “We...We used to be best friends, Soren. Me, you...and one of our other friends.” he paused for a moment, finally for the first time his memory went back to how things used to be. Back when they were kids, the three of then. He shook his head once more as he continued, “But, that was a long time ago. A really long time ago...But, that doesn’t matter. You’re back and...That’s all that matters.” he smiled slightly, a rather genuine for the first time in a long time. He looked back at Soren, “I won’t ask what happened but...If there’s anything I can clear up for you...I’ll be more than happy to, if I can.”

Soren could have guessed from the man’s reaction that they had somehow known each other, but being told that they had been best friends just broke Soren’s heart. He watched the man, desperately hoping for something to be familiar, for something to just trigger the memories and they’d come flooding back. But besides that lingering feeling that they had known each other, there was nothing. Soren studied the man’s face for a second or two, before things fell into place.

“You’re Markus, right? Markus Vasco?” He said, his face lighting up in a smile at the realisation that the name finally had a face to match. Even though he asked it as a question, his gut told him he was right. Markus Vasco, his best friend… well, before. For a moment, there was that burst of emotion, just lingering for a second, but this time, echoes of the emotions remained. Not enough that he could remember why he felt them, but it was something.

“Well… I mean, even if you did ask what had happened, I don’t think I could answer. I… just woke up two days ago and… poof. No memories, no… nothing. All I could remember was my own name.” He decided against mentioning that his first thought had been Markus’ name for some reason. Now he knew who he was, he swore that the man’s face was familiar. But there was a bittersweet undertone. He knew who Markus was, but he couldn’t remember any of their history, any of the things that defined their friendship. All of the things he could remember were things he’d rather forget, but the good memories were completely out of reach.

“I… have no idea what happened. Just… nothing. Do… do you know?” He asked, turning slightly to look at Markus. There was a wave of that same anxiety he felt whenever he went to type his own name into google, except this time it didn’t go away, settling into his chest and wrapping around his lungs. Soren cleared his throat in an attempt to ease the building pressure, but it didn’t budge. He felt in his pocket for his cigarettes, but he’d left them on the window of his apartment. He took a sip of his cider, trying desperately to ignore the growing pressure in his chest.

Markus nodded slowly as he could tell Soren was trying to piece things together, and the moment he heard Soren say his name, a smile appeared on his face. But for just a moment. “Yeah. That, that’s me.” a tone of excitement rang through his voice, quickly clearing his throat as he recomposed himself. Taking a deep breath as he listened to what Soren said. Not exactly fully understanding but, for as far as Markus was concerned, why would Soren be lying about this? It didn’t make sense. Hell, none of this made sense. Markus took a deep breath, before taking a sip of his drink, “Uhm...I think it’d be best if we...Sat down first..?” he motioned with his head to a few benches that were off to the side of the main square, far enough away from most crowds. Once they both sat down, Markus put the drink down next to him on the bench, and clasped his hands infront of him before he began to talk, “Soren..” Markus began, “....Seven years ago...There was an accident...We got into an argument and….We both stormed off...I don’t know what happened exactly but...You got into a car accident, and...Sor... You didn’t make it.” his voice dipped at the end, as tears began to fill his eyes. He let out a long held breath in a small gasp, rubbing his head. “...You wouldn’t know this cuz...Well...You were gone after this but...Our other friend...Erin she...She died not too long after you…” he shook his head, his knuckles turning white as he gripped his knees as he looked away. This was the first time in years he talked about either of them. And now, he was somehow talking to Soren again? Whether he was really here, or Markus was just imagining it, he didn’t know. But, if this was really Soren, however he may have been here, he deserved to know.

Soren’s chest tightened even more as Markus suggested they should sit down, but he just nodded numbly. It felt like every nerve in his body was screaming at him to run away, to leave, that he wouldn’t like what he was about to hear, but he needed to know. He needed to know what the hell had happened to him.

But he never would have guessed what Markus was about to say. He had died. Seven years ago. It felt like there was a weight pressing on his chest now, enough that it hurt to breathe. He wanted to accuse Markus of lying, wanted to say it had to be some type of sick joke. But… deep down, it felt like he knew. When he desperately tried to call up some memory of the incident, all that came up were all the bad memories he’d tried not to think about. The shattering of glass less than an inch away from his face, the burning of cuts, and the sickening smell of whiskey. The fear of creeping through an empty house as silently as possible in case it wasn’t as empty as he thought.

“This… this can’t be happening,” he managed to force out, searching Markus’ face for some type of answer. “I can’t… how did I-“ The weight on his chest now was unbearable, and Soren realised that the light above their head had begun to flicker and both his and Markus’ cups of cider were now floating in mid air. His hands were flickering in and out of sight. “I need to go.” He bolted to his feet, looking at Markus for just a second longer. “I’m sorry.” He managed to get out, before turning and walking away.

He didn’t know where he was going or why, but all he knew was that he needed to get out of there before something bad happened. Back to the apartment, back to where he was safe, away from everyone else. The quickest way home was through the crowds, and his intense discomfort won out over his desire to be away from people.

It was when he was in the crowd, surrounded by people, that it happened. His vision suddenly went black, and it felt like he’d been pushed into a freezing lake, gasping for air that wasn’t coming and the cold practically painful against his skin, even through his clothes. And then there was a voice. Low and dark and sinister. “I’ll take things from here.” It sounded smug, as if this was a game. And Soren couldn’t do anything to stop it.

And suddenly it seemed like he was watching his body from somewhere else. Something else was wearing his skin. Soren had never stood that tall in his life, had never worn an expression like that, one that was somewhere between idle boredom and intense hatred. It took him a moment to identify what was wrong. The iris of his eyes was pitch black, darker than dark, chilling when you looked at them for even a millisecond too long.

A demon was wearing his skin and using it to wreak destruction. Soren wasn’t sure if the limitations of his strange new abilities were just gone or if the demon just knew how to use it better. Because handmade stalls, impeccably made stalls, were shattered to smithereens with just a lazy toss of it’s- his- hand. In only a few short moments, it had destroyed half of the carefully made stalls without a second thought. And it smiled, an awful, twisted smile that looked all wrong on Soren’s face. It caught two people staring at him in terror and that horrible smile widened.

“Haven’t you ever seen a ghost before?” It asked, in a voice that was both his and not his, reverberating all wrong for such an open area. “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,” it called. It turned its cold, harsh gaze on a figure that Soren swore he knew, and Soren panicked. He didn’t know how he did it or even that he could, but he flung his consciousness towards his body. And it worked, because there was that same feeling of being temporarily submerged in water, of breathlessness and not being able to breathe.

For a moment, he stood exactly as the demon had stood. And then his legs gave out at the same time as a wave of dizziness and exhaustion hit him, and he hit the ground, dazed and trying to piece things back together.

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Erin Monaghan
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xxxI would sell my soul for a bit more time
xxxYou stain all on my body like you're red wine
xxxYou're the fuckin' acid to my alkaline
xxxYou run your middle finger up and down my spine
xxxI'm sorry there was no one to apologize


After Erin had asked that final question, a bit of dread began to fill her entire body. She didn't know why, but the small pause of silence that filled the air between the two woman was suffcatingly thick. Erin could have sworn she couldn't breathe, like all of the oxygen in her lungs had been snuffed out, and she was left gasping for air. But she was taken out of her thoughts when another voice spoke up, seeing it was only Harold that had brought the woman's food over to them. The tension that suddenly filled the room was palpable, and it was only making her current state of nerves worse by the second. Thankfully, he asked Xan if she'd need anything else and he soon shuffled back behind the counter. Erin let out an audible exhale as she felt her entire body finally relax into the booth again, finally being able to breathe once more. That was until the woman finally spoke up, which caught Erin off guard for a moment. Somehow, she had entirely forgotten what she was doing there for a moment. Blinking out of her confused state as the woman talked once more, putting two items onto the table, next to Erin's own phone and keys. It took the blonde woman a moment to piece it together, but they were the exact same items. Erin reached out for a moment, but immediately retracted her hand, she couldn't bring herself to touch the items.

Her green eyes trailed over back to the woman as she continued, finally telling Erin her last name, which was apparently Monaghan, that they were in her own home town of Widow's Peak, and that she has two best friends. But sadly, none of that was ringing any bells right off the bat for her. It took her mind a few moments to register what was being told to her. As she sat there, it finally sunk in. Her name was Erin Monaghan, she was born and raised in Widow's Peak...Her mom and dad, well, her brain didn't let her ponder on that for too long. Her birthday was...March...fifteenth? Yes. March fifteenth. All of that was allowed to come back to her, but why? It didn't make sense to her. But the two names she was given, Markus and Soren? As hard as she tried, the faces didn't come to mind. She recognized the names after a moment, but just barely. But the faces, who the names belonged to; well, that wa bogged down by cloudy vision and distorted images in her mind. Why couldn't she remember them? What was keeping her from remembering them? And why? Those thoughts kept coming back to her and it terrified her, as a sinking feeling began to fill her. And she didn't know why. Why couldn't she remember?

Erin blinked as the woman introduced herself finally. Xan. Xan Cole. Her brows furrowed together tightly across her forehead as she tried to make the connection there. But her mind was blanking entirely. Sure, the name was familiar, but she didn't know why. The feeling the name brought to her was filled with anxiety and a bit of unease, but as Erin looked the girl over, the feelings went away. Why would thinking about the name cause those feelings, when she looked at her, Erin didn't feel anything negative? Something just wasn't adding up to her. Then again, none of this was, so what did she expect? Erin sat back in the booth, until the next few words left Xan's mouth. Phoenix Cole. Nixie.. That was when the dots began to connect. But she didn't know how or why she remembered that name-who she dated. Erin blinked for a moment. That name, and connection there caused a small pull in Erin's chest. It was a tightening feeling that made it harder to breathe. That never ending feeling of severe anxiety and uncertainty returning once more, as she was more or less frozen in place, hands on the table in front of her as they were clasped tightly together in front of her. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't make the connection to a face. Her mind just, wouldn't allow it. It was blocking something out, not letting her remember. But why? All she wanted to know was why.

The blonde thought that she had heard it all. That everything Xan had to tell her was said and done with. She would have been able to have stopped there. It was enough for her then, her brain was already having a hard time register it all. But then Xan spoke once more, and Erin could have sworn her heart stopped. She didn't realize just how heavy and hard her heart had been pounding in her chest, but the moment it stopped, Erin's whole body froze in place. She...She died? Erin shook her head, no. There. There was no way. Right? There couldn't have been a way that she died. She was sitting right here. She was alive. This whole thing was some sick joke. It had to have been. There was just no way. Erin wanted to get up and just walk out of there. She needed to get some fresh air, something to calm her nerves. Just, none of this could be real, right? Erin's eyes found themselves trailing Xan's hands down to her own, and was prepared to feel the sensation was skin on her own hands. But she didn't. There was nothing. In fact, Xan's hands phased through Erin's own. No contact was made. What in the hell was going on? Was she losing it? Was this the moment that she finally lost it? Erin simply froze in place as Xan said she didn't know what was happening, and that it should have been impossible. Well no shit, Erin thought to herself. Her body still not letting herself talk. She just couldn't find the strength to force herself to talk. Her body entirely locking up on itself as she sat there.

Erin didn't know what it was, but something finally shocked her out of her damn dazed stupor as she blinked, seeing the phone on the table going off as it began ringing. Someone was calling Xan's phone. Erin froze once more in place, her heart racing in her chest once more. Something in her gut told her to get up right then and there and leave. Just go. Just get up and run you stupid idiot. Now. The voice in her head echoing, but she was frozen in that damn booth. Like a deer trapped in headlights of a car, Erin couldn't move. It was only when another voice finally broke Erin out of her panicked state. She didn't know why or how, but it happened. Erin tore herself out of the booth and into the middle aisle of the diner. Standing across from the woman, who Erin hadn't looked at yet. Erin finally and slowly looked the woman over, from her feet and then finally landing on the woman's face. Everything stopped in time for Erin, as her green eyes landed on the woman's dark brown eyes. She didn't know why. But she could feel that same damn feeling in her chest. "Nixie...?" Erin finally broke her long and overdue silence. She didn't know why, but somehow, she was able to make that connection then and there. But she did. And it was in that moment that something clicked. The fog that clouded her mind for so long since waking up, there was a small burst of clarity for Erin.

A sharp, deep pain hit Erin in the side of her head as visions suddenly rushed into her head. It was like a jackhammer entering the side of her head that caused her to fall to the ground, grasping her head in both of her hands as she gasped out as the pain only grew more and more as the seconds passed. Erin held her head tightly in her hands as flashes of faces and people flooded her memory. It was like waves crashing over her. Some things didn't make sense, or were completely random. Locations and people, some with clear faces that she could see, but others remained faceless. Just the faded outline of a form was all that her mind let her see. Unknown to Erin as the visions flooded her mind, things had begun to float in the air around the diner. It started out small enough. A fork or salt shaker rattled on their own, before lifting off a few inches from their placement, before clattering back down onto the table beneath them. As the visions only continued to happen, and the pain continued to dig through her skull, the worse things became. The chairs and tables began to vibrate on their own, slowly and in small bursts, but it was enough to recognize from anyone standing around. Erin just wanted this to end. The feeling of fear flooded her entire body, and finally the visions came to an end, but not before flashes of something flooded in rapid succession. It was like scenes from a movie playing out in head. Erin smelt the scent of rain. Heard the sound of dull, echoing footsteps on wet pavement as a dark and empty road laid out in front of her as she walked down the lonesome road. It was eery and desolate, and she didn't know why she was seeing this, but suddenly there was a bright light, the feeling of a burning pain shot across the entirety of her back, and then she felt her body crashing onto something hard, cold, and wet beneath her body and everything turned black.

Erin's heart felt like it was going to burst out of her chest as she was finally shot back to reality. Gasping for breath as tears rolled down her face. Her entire body was shaking as she fumbled for words. All she could feel was fear, confusion, sadness, and anger. All at once it filled her entire being as she tried to find the words. Anything to say. But all Erin could get out was a soft, "I'm so sorry...I...I didn't mean to...I'm sorry." the rambled and fumbled words repeated countless times over and over as she rocked back and forth as she pushed herself up against the wall. Erin didn't know why, but she was petrified to move. If it was true that she died, and she was somehow back...the last vision she had was glimpses of her last moments, and if that was the case, it was horrible. To know she died alone and scared on an empty road as the car didn't even stop. Her hands shook and trembled as she tried to looked around the diner, but she couldn't bring herself to look at anyone. Panic and fear continued to spread throughout her body as the sound of things crashing sounded around her. A plate smashing against the wall mere inches from Erin's face caused another flash of visions to play out in her mind. Memories she wanted to keep deep, deep down in her memory. So far down that she could never find them again. All she wanted was for this to end, but she didn't know how, and she felt like something bad was about to happen as the sensation of a numbing cold began to creep over her body. As if she was being slowly lowered into a frozen lake...





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A demon just smiled to himself as he let the man take back control of his own body. He was done playing games with that body, the townspeople in the market were frightened enough. But he certainly wasn’t done playing games. He could feel two more souls in a small diner, their fear and confusion and panic making them vulnerable and so, so easy to control. And oh, the destruction he could cause there… Finally, he was making the town pay for everything they had done, everything that had been taken from him. One of the souls put up more of a fight than the other, but he still took control easily and smiled that wretched smile. Only one of them had gotten the abilities of telekinesis. Never mind. There was plenty he could do with just the other's bare hands.

In the small diner, people were already hiding and running, the strange blonde woman having already disturbed them enough. The two women sitting opposite each other got to their feet in sync, their eyes both having turned a pitch, bottomless black. They paid no heed to the third woman who stood beside them. The glass in the windows near them shattered, one by one, closely followed by the lights hanging over their table. The blonde woman pushed past Nixie, not even acknowledging her. As she walked, glass kept shattering, lights and windows turning into mere shards without her even having to look at them.

The brunette smiled that awful, twisted smile and sauntered up to the counter. With strength that seemed to exceed what her frame should have been capable of, she picked up one of the stools and hurled it over the counter with enough force to break both the stool itself and shatter the tiles on the wall where it hit. She sent the items on the counter flying with a swing of her arm.

The two of them wreaked havoc on the diner, never touching anyone there but instead choosing to simply cause as much destruction as possible. The blonde had picked up a few cuts from the broken glass but hadn’t as much as flinched at any of them, and hardly seemed to notice them. When they got bored with the diner, they stepped out onto the street to find cops waiting for them outside. They laughed, their actions mirrored.

The demon briefly considered leaving the two souls to deal with things there and then. But no. He wasn’t done yet, and besides, he thought, the town needed to know what they’d done. They needed to know why they were suffering and that they could do nothing to stop it. They needed to know exactly what they’re dealing with. So when he spoke, he spoke through both of them.

“You took my love from me forty-nine years ago. Forty nine years, I have waited and waited for this moment. And now, I will make your precious town suffer. I will see it burn if I must. You will pay for all of the pain and the suffering you have brought seven-fold.”

Finally satisfied with the chaos he had caused and beginning to feel the drain of having possessed two bodies at once, the demon withdrew and let the souls regain control of their own bodies, smiling with satisfaction as their bodies crumpled with exhaustion.

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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.

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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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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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Character Portrait: Erin Monaghan Character Portrait: Xan Cole Character Portrait: Leo Mathers Character Portrait: Soren Bowers Character Portrait: Elle Aldrich Character Portrait: Nixie Cole Character Portrait: Markus Vasco
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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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Character Portrait: Xan Cole Character Portrait: Leo Mathers Character Portrait: Soren Bowers Character Portrait: Elle Aldrich Character Portrait: Nixie Cole Character Portrait: Markus Vasco Character Portrait: Atlas Blake Character Portrait: Cassidy Aisling Character Portrait: Erin Mohaghan
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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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Character Portrait: Erin Monaghan Character Portrait: Xan Cole Character Portrait: Leo Mathers Character Portrait: Soren Bowers Character Portrait: Elle Aldrich Character Portrait: Nixie Cole Character Portrait: Markus Vasco
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xxxnever did I think I'd be coming back around
xxxdigging up old memories
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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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Character Portrait: Erin Monaghan Character Portrait: Xan Cole Character Portrait: Leo Mathers Character Portrait: Soren Bowers Character Portrait: Elle Aldrich Character Portrait: Nixie Cole Character Portrait: Markus Vasco Character Portrait: Atlas Blake Character Portrait: Cassidy Aisling
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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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xxxThey say I may be making a mistake
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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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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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Leo had woken up before all the rest, careful not to stir Elle as he grabbed a change of clothes and slipped into the bathroom to shower. Usually his dads would have left for work already so he was surprised to see them in the kitchen still in their pajamas when he came down. The look of panic in their eyes immediately unsettled Leo, pausing mid step down the staircase to look over at them like a deer caught in the headlights.

“Leo,” Ray said, running a hand through his hair. “Why is Xan Cole passed out in our den?”

Even though he’d just woken up to find Elle beside him, Leo still had a sinking feeling that this was all in his imagination. Hearing his parents just confirm it all just made it all seem real for the first time. Leo slumped down where he stood, sitting on the last few steps of the staircase and resting his head on the bannister.

Immediately his fathers came to his side, Ray wrapping his arms around Leo as Michael sat beside him. For a moment he thought he might cry, his head heavy as he rested it against his father’s shoulder. Even in their moment of panic when they saw their son needed them they were there without a question.

“Thank you,” He whispered to them.

After a few moment they relocated him to the table. Usually Ray would have been asking Leo what he wanted to eat and fixing him a plate he’d watch him eat, but instead they just sat and listened. He wasn’t sure they believed him, even with the dead girl in their den. When he mentioned Elle they gave each other a look of concern. They thought he didn’t notice but Michael excused himself for a moment, pretending he was getting a call - but Leo knew by his expression and the nod he gave Ray when he came back that he’d gone to see if Elle was in fact asleep in Leo’s bed. Not that he blamed them for checking - in fact he felt better that they did.

“So . . . now what?” Michael eventually asked, huffing under his breath as he put an arm around Ray.

Leo shrugged. That was the question they had been trying to figure out. He knew that they were to go to Gramma Blooms, but he was worried that all of them traveling together might make them more prone to triggering one another. Though a part of him felt like there was more to this than any one person could help them understand. The sheriff had seem so calm about it all, didn’t even miss a beat when she mentioned demon possession. There had to be more to it all.

“I think we’re going to have to look into it. Sheriff said to visit gramma Bloom. I want to look into the history of the town a little more though . . . we might split up so some of us can go to the library to look at the archives.” He tapped his fingers nervously across the table, staring ahead blankly as he sorted again through the day prior. So many things happened it was getting hard to keep count. “They said something about 49 years ago so maybe we can figure out whatever it is that they’re referencing.”

Ray reached out to grab Leo’s fidgeting hand, squeezing it reassuringly. Michael had already gotten up to grab his and Ray’s car keys, sliding them across the table to Leo. “Your dad and I will stay home today. You kids take the cars so you can get around town okay.”

“Here,” Ray was already nodding along, handing Leo his entire wallet. “There’s cash and distribute the cards, I don’t want anyone in a position where they don’t have cash for something to eat or gas - okay.”

Michael gave him a look, already sensing that Ray was about to go overboard. He stood up, walking back towards the kitchen and pulling out things from the fridge. “I can make everyone breakfast, we have eggs and bacon and pancakes and fruit . . .”

“Ray,” Michael said softly, crossing over towards the counter. “I think the kids might be a little overwhelmed if they come in and we’re hovering trying to serve them a feast.”

Leo did his best not to convey his relief. Ray seemed a bit injured for a moment, looking between Michael and Leo before sighing and putting the ingredients back in the fridge. As much as Leo loved and appreciated his parents, his dad Ray loved too hard sometimes it could be suffocating. While his friends might appreciate a big breakfast, he doubted that his dad would be able to allow them the chance to breathe let alone eat without peppering them with questions.

“Alright, well - I’m at least leaving this fruit out. Please eat some.” Ray said with maternal concern, the two grabbing their coffee and disappearing up the stairs to their master suite presumably.

After setting up some easy cereal options for anyone who came down, Leo grabbed himself a banana. He served himself a quick bowl of instant oats and sliced the bananas over it. His dad’s had a proper espresso maker but Leo was too impatient, often opting for instant coffee instead. People often maligned instant coffee as schlop, and most were - but Leo had found a brand while they were in South America that tasted just like a vanilla latte and he never looked back. He took his coffee and oats onto the patio, the large windows and sliding glass doors allowing anyone who walked into the kitchen or dining room to see him.

Xan woke up to her hand buried in a box of captain crunch and a back ache. It took her a few moments to remember where she was, the day before rushing to her all at once. The tv had been turned off and a blanket draped over her which meant someone found her - but also meant that Erin and Nixie had spent the night alone.

She shook her hair loose as she pushed herself upright, cursing herself under her breath. It wasn’t a good look that she left Nixie on her own their first night reunited. Sleeping had been difficult for her since coming back and she hadn’t eaten much at the diner the night before. While rummaging for snacks she came across a vape pen and dug into a box of cereal as she watched cartoons on netflix.

Wandering up the stairs, she tip toed down the hall peering into the kitchen. There was already an assortment of breads, fruits and cereals for them set out. Leo was out on the patio by himself, he didn’t seem to notice that she walked in. She looked around to see if Elle was anywhere around, but it seemed like the two of them were the first one’s up.

Popping a bagel into the toaster, she poured herself a glass of orange juice when she heard footsteps from above. She looked over to the stairs to see Soren bounding down them, still wearing that same dazed expression. Her lips pulled back in a tight smile, attempting to mask her concern.

“Hey - good morning, sunshine.” Xan took a sip from her juice, gesturing towards their breakfast options. “Looks like we can just help ourselves to whatever. You hungry?”

Her bagel popped behind her, Xan glancing behind her before gesturing over her shoulder. “You want a bagel? I just made one, you can have it. I’ll pop in another.”

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xi wonder if you feel kinda like i feel, temporary
xfixed on a moment, just out of focus
xand we can't quite see
xbeing us ain't good for us

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He was half hoping that he might have the kitchen alone to himself, to give himself a little while to think and to get everything straight in his head. But there was no such luck. Somebody was already in the kitchen. Xan, he remembered her name was. He forced a smile to match hers and nodded as she said that they were free to help themselves. Awkwardly, he scanned the table, feeling like he should take something but being unsure of what exactly he should take. "Uh, kinda," he said as she asked if he was hungry. Truth be told, he hadn't even thought about whether or not he was hungry at that point.

When she offered him the bagel, his stomach rumbled. "Are you sure?" He said. "Thanks." He gratefully took the bagel and searched the table for cream cheese. He glanced up to ask Xan something; and was hit by another memory, almost more vivid and definitely longer than any of the others. It wasn't anything significant; the two of them, so much younger, sitting in an empty auditorium. Xan was telling him that he needed to audition for their musical; it was We Will Rock You, and according to her, it was right up his street.

He blinked, and was suddenly back in the present; and then he looked back up at her, grinning despite himself. "We Will Rock You. I was a senior, you were... a sophomore?" He asked. "You told me I needed to audition for the main role, and I was like 'nope i'm just gonna be microphone tech again.'" He glanced down at the table and his bagel, now sufficiently spread with cream cheese, but was still grinning to himself. He looked back at Xan, his smile slipping ever so slightly. "I can't remember much, but... I just remember that," he said, shrugging slightly. Then he remembered that Xan was like him, and a part of him relaxed a bit more. "Is it... is it like this for you two?" He asked. "Not being able to properly remember anything?" He asked. The realisation that he wasn't alone in this, that he wasn't the only ghost back from the dead, was a relief so strong it was almost heavy. He just needed someone else who understood, and maybe everything else would come easier then.

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You keep on saying that I've changed
I know that I don't seem quite the same
Don't know where
Don't know where I went no
Don't know where I went wrong
But I keep singing
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Erin didn't even remember how long she was lying on her back, just mindlessly staring up at the ceiling as she hoped sleep would come for her at some point. But, eventually it did and she was washed in an ocean of darkness. While Erin didn't remember much of well, anything, she did know that the feeling that washed over her when she slept wasn't normal. After sleep came, all Erin experienced was a sensation of cold and empty. Dreams never really came. At least not what she remembered dreams being like. No. These dreams were just a void. It seemed like no matter what, they were always the same. A repeating cycle. She'd wake up in the same place. The feeling of cold and went cement beneath her. The sound of rain. Her fingers digging into the ground beneath her until her fingertips split and bled. Forcing her way up to her feet. Then silence mixed with the soft echo of rain..before a bright light and a sharp pain in her back...And she'd wake up again. So, Erin expected the same this time. But that wasn't the case.

This dream wasn't like the others, at least not fully. When Erin found herself in The Dream World as she came to call it, she was always laying down. Crumpled over herself in a heap on her stomach. Having to push herself to her side and then eventually up to her feet. But not this time. Erin found herself sitting upright this time. She looked around, inky darkness was all around once more. But that familiar, distant sound of rain could be heard.

Normally, Erin would have been annoyed by the constant amount of times she heard rain by this point..Everytime she felt asleep. It was all she heard and she didn't know why. A part of Erin knew what this was, but every other part of her wanted to ignore it. Pretend like this wasn't exactly what it was. A repeat cycle of her last moments. Erin sighed as she tried to think. Just anything at this point to come back to her. Anything at all. But nothing. Erin couldn't really remember names or faces. Other than the ones of the people she met since coming back. Soren. Markus. Leo. Elle. Xan. And Nixie. Nixie. Why was there a part of Erin that felt hollow? Missing even when she thought about that other woman?

Erin knew she should have felt something, seeing as Can said they had dated at one point but, none of that made sense. If that was the case, why couldn't she feel anything? Anything at all? It was only then that the sound of rain began to grow louder and louder. Entirely drenching Erin as it splattered across her face. She looked up where the sky would have been, letting the rain trickle across her skin. She just wanted to feel something. Anything at all other than this feeling of numbness and dread.

Erin opened her eyes and found herself suspended in space, water slowly filling up more and more. At every passing second it slowly began to encase her, as if she was in some invisible container that would eventually fill up and drown her..Erin tried to free herself, but any attempt felt heavy and weighted. Like she was tied down and unable to move. Chained by the confines of her mind. Like a barrier that she herself created to protect herself. But it all felt wrong.

You're drowning. she told herself. You're fucking drowning and no one is going to save you. You need to wake up. Wake up! her mind screamed at her. There was a large inhale as Erin forced herself awake. In those first few moments, she could have sworn she was submerged under icy cold water. Her lungs began to close and her chest was weighted. She felt claustrophobic. Yet here she was. Erin forced herself to sit up. Blinking as she tried to gain her bearings.

She wasn't in any place she recognized right away. Upon further inspection, Erin was lying in an empty empty bathtub. How she go there, she didn't know. Maybe she sleepwalked? She didn't know. Erin looked down at herself and saw she had apparently undressed herself for the most part as well. The bare minimum was keeping her clothed. Now she was begining to sleep walk? After a weird dream? Well, weirder? Lovely..

Erin forced herself out of the bath and dressed herself in the clothes from the previous day. If she could go back to her apartment, she'd get some clean clothes. Looking around, Erin splashed some water on her face. Looking herself in the mirror for a moment, fixing her hair as she combed her fingers through the mane of blonde hair. Erin took a deep breath and exited the bathroom. She could hear some faint talking from the kitchen down the stairs, or well, what she remembered? Erin contimpated going back to the room and check on Nixie but, she figured she'd want her space and instead chose to go to the kitchen.

Upon entering, she gave the two occupants a small, awkward nod and wave of greeting. Just then, there was a sharp pain in her head, and a flash of white light shot through her head. The faintest glimpse of a memory shot through her mind. It took her a moment as she grimaced. Holding her head. Erin walked over to one of the cabinets and as if it was routine, she retrieved a bottle of pain killers, and walked to another cabinet and retrieved a glass. Filling it with water as she took to pills, hoping to ease the pain.

Erin finally turned to look at the other two. Blinking for a moment as she looked over at Can, eyebrows furrowed. "It...It rained that night, didn't it? When...When I…" she cut herself short. Not dating to finish that train of thought. Her dreams should have been enough of a clue for her all but gone memories for her to gleene from. She didn't need to bring it up now. Looking over at Soren for a moment, she blinked. "You...You…" she started, pausing for a moment as so very hazy memories sparked across her mind. Trying to piece together whatever fragments she had. "You..You did music." she looked away feeling her cheeks grow a bit warm as the feeling of embarrassment creeped over her. "I'm sorry. My memories are...Really fuzzy right now. Things come back in bursts and...Fragmented. I'm sorry." she excused herself, reaching into her pocket as she retrieved a packet of cigarettes as she made her way to the back patio and into the cold outdoors.

The feeling of cold air brushing against her skin helped, but just barely. Erin retrieved a single cigarette, placing it between her teeth as she retrieved her lighter. Once it was alight, she took the deepest inhale and held it, before exhaling. A small cough escaped her lips as she leaned against the railing. Her eyes flickering about as she tried to wrap her mind around the random fragments of what she could only assume was her life before this one. If she was being honest, Erin was absolutely terrified. And if her constant bouncing of her leg wasn't any indication, she didn't know what was. But for now, she was trying to compose herself before she made her way back into the kitchen with the others. So, she for a few more minutes longer, she'd remain outside. To whatever scrambled of thoughts she had.




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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.

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Character Portrait: Xan Cole Character Portrait: Soren Bowers Character Portrait: Elle Aldrich Character Portrait: Nixie Cole
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E L L E X A L D R I C H

#D4A9D6 | Outfit | Singing in the kitchen
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N I X I E X C O L E

#DE8245 | Outfit | Spoon singing
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[font=verdana] Elle had taken a long time to fall asleep that night. She wasn’t restless physically, but she was mental. Her brain kept trying to put puzzle pieces together that just seemed to refuse each other. Her dad was alive, she was right about that. Elle had small snippets of a man’s voice that played in her head, it was words about how she was being stupid and she should come home.

The blonde didn’t know what exactly it meant, but it sounded parental. Elle hated feeling like she was missing most of her life and that things weren’t as they should be. Eventually, sleep overtook her and she fell into a deep slumber.

She didn’t even wake when Leo had gotten out of bed, but her eyes flew open when she heard the door open. Luckily she was facing the wall and not the door, but a big wave of anxiety rushed through her veins along with her blood. She did her best to stay still and not make any movements, she didn’t know who was looking in at her. When the door shut, the blue-eyed woman turned onto her back to stare up at the ceiling.

Elle felt off, she felt way more introverted than how she could vaguely remind herself. She was worried about all the people that were probably waking up and would be downstairs. Instead, she just started to count her fingers over and over again until she could let the calm wash over her.

A light hum of music could be heard from downstairs, as she lifted her back up from the mattress and looked around for her clothes. She put her dress back on that she was wearing yesterday. Elle made the bed before she left the bedroom and neatly placed the pajamas in his laundry hamper before she exited the bedroom quietly and made her way down the stairs.

The music was on full blast at this point, and the nerves were slowly creeping in again. Taking a deep breath, she just came into the kitchen. There were no thoughts on where to go, Elle seemed to remember the layout of this house like the back of her hand, and it was instinct-based. Elle grabbed a glass from the cupboard and instantly went for the water dispenser that was on the fridge, getting cold water. After that, she picked up a small plate and put a variety of fruit on it before also grabbing a cherry danish. If there was anything she adored it was sweet things.

Elle didn’t really let herself hang out with all the singing, but she did sit at the table to not be rude and to be around others because despite being nervous about it, it felt better than being alone. It was weirdly comfortable like they had all done things before.

It was then that she could hear some loud footsteps coming through the house. Elle stifled a laugh already knowing what was coming next.

Phoenix was one of the deepest sleepers she knew. Growing up she slept like the dead to the point it used to concern their poor father and thinking that she may have died. This was not ideal given the fact they already had one sick kid, but alas, Nixie was always as healthy as she could be.

There was one time in New York that Nixie had been sleeping in her apartment when the fire alarm went off and she heard nothing of it. Luckily it was just someone burning food in their unit and not an actual fire, but from that day she just settled and agreed that she would have to be one of those dependent bitches.

That being said, Erin getting up didn’t wake her up and the music almost didn’t wake her up, but she was already kind of coming around when she heard it. Part of her was annoyed, she knew exactly who this was, it had to be Xan. Immediately the covers came off of her and she began to make her way to the source of the music, her footsteps loud and echoing the halls.

As she entered the kitchen area she could see Xan there singing. Before she went too into her annoyed state though, it did remind her of the good old days when they would put on shows for their parents and have a little audience. So naturally Nixie began to snap her fingers in beat with the song.

Her hips did a slow yet slightly upbeat tempo sway as she moved through the kitchen to grab herself a bowl of cereal and then sat at the table next to Elle. She began to eat some bites of her cereal before she pulled her spoon out and had her fingers wrapped around it.

Soren had already joined in by this point so Nixie gave in with her own part singing and doing dramatic facial expressions.

“To avoid complications
She never kept the same address
In conversation
She spoke just like a baroness
Met a man from China
Went down to Geisha Minah
Then again incidentally
If you're that way inclined”


Then she passed the spoon off to Elle who just blushed but immediately grabbed it. Elle was going to try and fit more of who she was so with the spoon in her hand she grinned and came in with the next part.

“Perfume came naturally from Paris
For cars, she couldn't care less
Fastidious and precise”


With Elle singing the lead-up line to the chorus Nixie chimed in with her fist in the air “Everybody!” Hoping they’d all join in for the chorus. Before she knew it though she was grabbing her spoon back from Elle.