Little Witch

[tatianawitchdoctor]

Down come the Ramparts || Tatiana x Abigail

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tatianawitchdoctor:

“You want to leave home??” It comes as a surprise to her, in spite of all she knows of Abigail’s capricious nature. Somehow, she figured that for all her talk, the young woman wouldn’t be willing to stray too far from her family; towards the only ones who had her back for certain after she’d shunned the support of Arcadia’s Coven. And a part of her wants to dissuade Abigail from leaving, if only for the fact that there’d be no one to keep an eye over the girl that way. But when she opens her mouth to continue, the words that come surprise even herself.

“Maybe… Maybe that’d be for the best.” As she lays adder stones out in a circle around them, Tatiana thinks back to her own youthful desires to escape the cooped up town; and how they never quite amounted to anything. “You’ll see things out there… Gain experiences that you’ll probably never have if you stay here your whole life…” The Supreme crushed a mixture of sage, pennyroyal and rosemary in a small bowl in order to ward off any defensive spirits that had been summoned to protect the barrier while it was up. Once crushed, she set fire to the mixture with a simple spell; letting the incense waft into the air as she set the bowl aside. “There’s a whole universe that’ll shape you and that… Maybe you can shape in turn.” Turning her gaze back onto Abigail, Tatiana motioned for her to come closer before reaching out to grab her hand. “Do you feel any attachment to Arcadia?… Do you think you’ll ever return?” With another quick spell, she caused a burst of flame to come forth between their fingers.

“Yessiree,” the young witch replied, smirking. The slight smirk disappeared from her face entirely, however, once the other shared her thoughts. Did she seriously think it was for the best? Wasn’t she afraid that Abigail would get herself into trouble with her magic? Honestly, she’d thought about the small possibility of her parents being okay with the decision and it…terrified her. It would mean that if she lost control it would be her responsibility and hers alone to take care of herself. A sense of doom weighed on her heart.

The flames between the two were what brought her out of her musing then, the feel of her magic melding with the Supreme’s calming her nerves. She didn’t know the exact spell being done, but having the elements at hand was sure to help. Focusing on the four candles they’d set up around them each representing the four elements, she lit them up with a bit of the shared magic. Then, with her free hand, she raised it above herself and willed a small bit of her magic to surround them both.

“Phasmatos invisique.” That should hide them from any curious eyes. As for the other’s question…

“I wish I could say no, and that I can stay away from this place. But I’ve lived here all my life. Of course, I’ll visit.” I couldn’t leave without the thought of returning, anyway, Abigail thought to herself.

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Down come the Ramparts || Tatiana x Abigail

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tatianawitchdoctor:

“Understatement of the century.” She acknowledged, although there was a slight uptick to her lips  that was not usually there when she thought of her and Abigail’s opinionated differences. It was a thought that stayed with her until they’d reached their destination.

“Alright, I have some things in the back. Help me out?” The Supreme instructed as she got out of the car. Which was also an understatement. Her trunk was packed with candles, herbs, old stones, cockle shells and a few tonic bottles. First, they’d have to create a cloaking spell to hide their activities from curious onlookers. That alone would take a substantial amount of energy. Energy that could be more productively sapped from the ingredients she’d brought along, so as to reserve what innate powers she could for the actual barrier. “So why’s the barrier important to you? Regretting not tagging along on that vacation when your parents and sis took it a few months ago?” Tatiana asked curiously as they worked to empty the trunk.

Abigail nodded her head and exited the car, stretching her arms up over her head while yawning enthusiastically. Despite the rough start to her day, it was nice out. While Arcadia in the winter was probably her favorite, warmer days meant much more things to do outdoors. Most importantly, it presented to her more excuses to not be at home, which was the last place she wanted to be lately.

“Definitely not,” was her curt reply to the Supremes’ question, taking the time that the unpacking provided to her to think back to that particular moment. It was almost like a family tradition to take a vacation before the Yule celebrations, and while the young witch had enjoyed it as a child it was hard to get into it now. In fact, all “family” moments had started to feel like the easiest way her parents could keep an eye on her, especially with Amelia not being around as much anymore.  This was not something, Abigail felt, that the other needed to know, however.

“I…applied for a few colleges out of state,” was what she said instead, which was not a lie at least. Still, it was something that she’d done without much thought. There was no way she would be allowed to go too far from home.

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bloodrageprince:

The whimper that escaped her lips was no more effective in softening the stoic, unforgiving vampire than was a candle to a diamond. If he cared to, he could even steel himself enough to find satisfaction in the scene before him. The  p r o u d  witch - as haughty and hypocritical as almost every one of her worthless predecessors - now but a whimpering girl at his feet.

The  a p o l o g y , however, was another story.

‘I-I’m sorry…’

His eyes narrowed; the scornful amusement disappearing instantly from his features as he stared at her. ‘Tis but another lie, his misanthropic mind cautioned him. A mockery, a futile attempt to save her own hide… Still, although the blood roared in his veins; the appetite for blood and retribution never quite sated, he couldn’t bring himself to act. Apologies were rare; from witches - rarer still. Something clenched in his jaw, a brief flicker of annoyance over his expression - whether aimed at her or at himself remained unclear. “Go.” Nicolas ordered her abruptly, voice gruff as he fell back a step. Muscles already tensing in anticipation of a ruse as his mind mocked him for the small mercy. Fool, fool... “Go, before I change my mind.”

“Go.”

It was amazing how much that one word caused so many things to happen at once. The young witch was, to say the least, so surprised that she could not get another word past her throat, her spell for the second time that day remaining incomplete.  She whipped her head around and would have stared at him if it wasn’t for her self-control. Was that… seriously what he wanted? For her to just leave simply because of an apology? Was this his way of showing mercy? Frankly, she didn’t think she had done anything to earn it.

Abigail opened her mouth to say something, but then closed it, deciding it was probably best to just do as he said. Besides, there was nothing more she had to say except maybe…

“Thank…you…”

[moonlightsdream]

[tatianawitchdoctor]

Down come the Ramparts || Tatiana x Abigail

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tatianawitchdoctor:

She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt confident about something - even longer since she’d found that reassurance in herself. It had a calming effect on the young Supreme; one so different from the anxious, despondent aura she’d harboured over the last few months that it was easily perceptible. The opposite seemed true of Abigail; who spent the first few minutes unusually quiet in the car. 

“Well… You know what they say; never say never.” Tatiana replied, glancing at her rear-view mirror before merging onto a different lane. “I found the spell, Abby… I’m almost  p o s i t i v e .” She tried it on smaller barriers she’d created with her own magic - and with the magical signature of other witches. Weeks upon weeks of trial-and-error. “As for why you’re here…” She glanced at the girl in the passenger’s seat, and threw her just the hint of a smile. “You’re here to help. Get an outlet for your power - a  u s e f u l  one.” The barrier had been erected by magic pooled from an entire Coven of witches. Though she had more power at her disposal than any other Arcadian witch, to bring it down single-handedly would put her out of the game for longer than she wanted to risk. And though she had other witches to help - her own trusted Coven, there was little to gain by cooperation with those who were already loyal to her. “But you know… Only if you’re interested.”

Just when she was about to argue that she’d already had a useful outlet, the other had beat her to it. The young witch couldn’t say why, but the other’s comment caused her to laugh a bit with a slightly sarcastic tinge. 

“I think you and I just have different definitions of useful, that’s all.” Still, the fact that she would be using her magic to accomplish such a big feat did make her feel a sense of pride. It also meant that college in a new place was not completely out of the question as she’d figured. That thought made her feel both extremely happy and anxious. Abigail had lived in Arcadia her entire life. What would it be like, she wondered. 

“Of course I’m interested. I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t.” 

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kennedyxosmith:

Kennedy bit her lip. Of course, she wasn’t best friends with Abigail, but she doesn’t like it when people don’t like her. She could see on the brunette’s face why she didn’t understand Kennedy’s reasoning behind it, but she decided not to comment on it. She didn’t know what the future was like, but she did enjoy her new life. 

She thought the other was just going to walk away, but when she spoke again, Kennedy smiled brightly and nodded. “Yeah.” She moved to Abigail. “I just don’t want you to feel uncomfortable around me.”

A bit too late for that I’m afraid. That particular thought she was nice enough to keep to herself, however. The run in with the old vampire did teach her one important lesson: it was best to hold her tongue around these creatures. Kennedy said she wouldn’t hurt her, but since she was a young vampire Abigail was uncertain as to how much control the vampire had.  

“I am curious about one thing,” she continued to try and clear the air, “Why tell me such a huge secret? Sure the likelihood of someone believing me if I spilled anything is small but it would have been just as easy to not tell me anything at all.

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moonchildshawn:

“The thing is that they can help it, at least the older vampires anyway, and I know vampires that would be able to prove that. The thing is that some vampires don’t even try to fight back, while some do, and those are the ones that all vampires should follow the example”  he shrugged. “Even without killing is wrong, if a thief stab a victim to steal something from them, without killing them? Does it still make it right?”  that’s how he saw them, as bad as those criminals.

He agreed with her next words. 

“I guess, I don’t think just words would convince them, it’s been really hard not to lose hope though. Even though I am a really positive guy”

“No...I mean they’re injuring someone and stealing from them. And they’re willingly doing it as well,” The girl admitted.  Still, Abigail couldn’t help but feel like the situation was different for vampires, as they weren’t human and already dead. So should they still be judged by those same principles? It was probably easier to say that they should simply because people like her were their prey. She wasn’t here to argue about that, however, so it was probably best to let it go for now the witch figured. 

“It feels weird, me telling you this, but it will get better. Just trust me.” 

[love-you-and-i-us]

i am surprised after pulling on you for so long you haven’t snapped

Koven Wei  (via love-you-and-i-us)

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kennedyxosmith:

Kennedy felt the change in attitude in Abigail when she told her secret. She heard the heart beat change and the look on Abigail’s face. So, she wasn’t a fan of vampires. That didn’t surprise the blonde. Keeping the small smile on her face, she sighed softly. 

“Um, well, I changed for love.” She softly spoken. “I fell in love with a vampire, and wanted to spend the rest of my life with them.” She tilted her head in thought. “Almost two years.” She cleared her throat, not really thinking about when she turned into one.

“I’m not going to hurt you. I know that is probably the first thing someone says before they hurt someone, but I….I don’t like hurting people.”

Abigail wasn’t sure how to feel about this entire revelation, especially Kennedy’s reasoning behind becoming a vampire. Not only had she decided to be a vampire willingly, it was such a silly reason in the witch’s opinion. It’s already hard enough spending the rest of your mortal life with someone, and sometimes it didn’t work out. She could only imagine how difficult it would be to spend the rest of your immortal life with one person. Did Kennedy even consider that? Abigail could only hope she had.

“Wow uh,” she said, merely cocking an incredulous brow, “Well that’s good to know…I guess.” Abigail continued walking then, turning back only once to give a slightly forced smile. It was the best she could manage in this kind of situation.

“Coming?”

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moonchildshawn:

“I wasn’t talking about the ones that can’t control themselves,” he said, maybe she thought he meant the ones that was still struggling with their urges. “I was talking about the ones that can control themselves, but choose to feed from the vein and to kill people, those are the ones that I am talking about” he couldn’t imagine how hard must be to control oneself, but he knew there was some vampires that simply don’t care. That drink from the vein, because they want to, that choose to do so, he was talking about those vampires.

“Yes” he nodded, hoping that she did know how to put it down, but her next answer already crushed his hopes.

“Oh” he looked down. “I guess it would just be able to go down, if we find the witch that did that, right? And even then, we would have to find a way to convince her to put it down”

“Ahh,” she responded, nodding in acknowledgment, “but they’re still in the wrong to you if they choose to drink from the vein without killing? Even if...it’s in their nature and they can’t help it?” Abigail wasn’t completely sure how hard it was for a vampire to resist blood, so she was finding it hard to agree with Shawn’s view. Still, she could understand where he was coming from since the last thing she ever wanted a vampire to do was feed on her. The whole process also sounded too revolting anyway. 

The witch shrugged her shoulders. 

“Yea but I sincerely doubt that they would be convinced with words, or else why put it up in the first place? It’s okay though. We might be able to find another way so don’t lose hope.” 

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bloodrageprince:

The scream was grating to his highly sensitive ears, and enough to make him wonder whether it wouldn’t be preferable to forego this midday snack and rip her throat out entirely. He was debating just that; savouring the throat-full of warm blood despite the ringing in his ears - when he heard the incantation from her mouth. ‘ I n c e n d i a ’… The word took a fraction too long to register through his bloodlust - despite the fact that he’d had it hurled at him more than a few fateful times over the long centuries of his life. The  p a i n  that seared his thigh, however - was instantaneous. He pulled back with a gurgled cry, before grabbing blindly and yanking her down stomach-first to smother the growing flame. It was a lightning-quick reflex; and almost as soon he’d flung her back with enough force to dislocate her wrist. 

His leg was still smarting from the quickly-healing burn as he stalked over to her huddled frame on the ground. “I’m sorry,  s w e e t h e a r t ,” Nicolas began in a voice made of steel. “I don’t think we’re well-enough acquainted to be getting so… Intimate.” He tapped two fingers against the seared section of his pant-leg, exposing the small stretch of scarred skin from his thigh. “A man must have his dignity, after-all.” As for the haughty young witch, he’d draw satisfaction from denying her any dignity in death.

She almost wished he’d killed her already, with all the agony he was putting her through. Using her hand- the one that hadn’t been hurt-Abigail passed it over her neck, taking a shaky breath as she stared down at her now blood covered fingers. Under different circumstances, she might have found his words kind of funny, but with the throbbing pain beginning to sweep to her head all she could do was swallow a whimper. What was he trying to prove exactly by killing her? That she was wrong in having certain beliefs about vampires?  Or was he just being what he was: a vampire. A killer?

It was then that she remembered something that Tatiana had said. Being a witch meant that she was entirely different from vampires and humans.  She possessed abilities that no human could do, and much like this vampire before her, she could kill a human practically with a flick of her fingers. In fact, if it hadn’t been for Amelia she just might have. But she hadn’t been completely herself, had she? Besides, it was only supposed to have been a joke. A harmless joke that was taken too far because she’d lost control.

Hypocrite was what the voice in her head told her in that moment, tears not from pain this time but something else entirely trickling from her eyes. It was as if a fist was clenching her heart, an all too familiar feeling of fear of herself forcing its way back in. The vampire before her might not have had the intentions of hurting her in the first place. It was only when she’d said those harsh words that it…no, he retaliated. Perhaps…whatever human soul that still resided in that body had simply taken offense, and though killing her may be taking things too far Abigail may have simply activated the vampire’s animalistic instinct.  Still… if witches were just as guilty as vampires, then what did that make her exactly considering her own situation?

“I-I’m sorry.”

To anyone that did not know her well, they might have thought that the witch was simply groveling for her life. Yet, those were two words that Abigail Cooper rarely ever said to anyone and meant it, even if she was the person seriously in the wrong. Perhaps that was why she found herself able to stand- or more precisely wobble- on her two feet, her back remaining towards the other while the incantation for the room isolation spell she was supposed to have done correctly already on her lips. For she was not going to die today, not until she got the answer she so desperately needed now to her question: Who was Abigail Cooper?  

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moonchildshawn:

“Oh, yeah, I suppose werewolves behave better than vampire, not all, of course, some werewolves can be pretty bad, but I feel like, there are more bad vampires than bad werewolves”  he knew not just vampires were bad, after all, he could think about some werewolves that weren’t exactly good people. But seemed like when it comes to that, vampires had a bigger amount.

“Oh, alright, got it”

“Is there any spell that you can try to put down the barrier?” 

“In all fairness, it can’t be easy being something that depends on blood to live I suppose.” Here, she blinked. Was she seriously defending vampires, now? No, that wasn’t what she meant by her words. Just because things were a little hard for them did not justify the atrocious acts that many vampires probably did. Still, it was this part of vampires that Abigail had always found a little fascinating. They were more animal than human, at least based on the way they were described, so was it even possible to judge them using human morality?

“You mean...the barrier surrounding the town?” The young witch shook her head, giving a disappointed sigh. 

“No...I don’t think I’m strong enough. Either that or I don’t have the right spell.” She would love to believe it was more the latter than the former.

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kiraxang:

“You’re a girl, you can still do this if you set your mind to it.” Kira wasn’t going to be all big and great about it, no, girls supported other girls in her mind. 

“I have my reasons.” She was a werewolf, that being the number one reason and her wolf form was rather on the small side, that used to annoy Marcus and was why she did this.

For whatever reason, the other’s words were good enough to raise her confidence, her strikes feeling a bit more powerful than before. Abigail was not about to kid herself, though. While her magic ability was amazing, she’d always been a little weak physically. Still, it couldn’t hurt to at least know the ways in which she could defend herself without depending on her magic. 

“This is a probably weird thing to hear but, you kind of remind me of my sister in that way. Whenever she tries anything new, she always gives it her all.” 

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kennedyxosmith:

Kennedy smiled softly. “Thank you.” She listened carefully and nodded. “That happens. People are supposed to grow and change, but that shouldn’t distance yourself from your family.” She spoke. 

Taking a deep breath. She just went for it. Amelia was a witch, and she was like pretty sure Abigail was one too, but if she wasn’t there is always compulsion. “Like…I’m a vampire, and my brother is wolf. We are two different, but I still love him and everything. Do not make differences pull you two away from one another.”

“It’s a little more complicated than us just growing apart.” Abigail hesitated here, however. She had never told anyone before what exactly had brought about the end of not only the good relationship she had with her sister but her parents as well. In all honesty, she felt no need for that to change either. Even though she knew what Shawn was, that didn’t make his sister a confidant for her personal affairs.

So when the other revealed that she was a vampire, the witch stumbled back in her step, stunned. She was getting sick and tired of being surprised, especially when it involved a creature that so far did not hesitate to kill her. Rather, it almost felt right that she should hate them. Yet this was Shawn’s sister, wasn’t it? 

Abigail’s eyes narrowed then. No...this wasn’t Kennedy, even if this person did look like her and probably acted like her. Kennedy was dead.

“How did you die? And for how long have you been?” 

[tatianawitchdoctor]

Down come the Ramparts || Tatiana x Abigail

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tatianawitchdoctor: 

If someone would’ve told her three days ago that she’d be sharing a smile, a mutual excitement with Abigail Cooper of all people in this lifetime, Tatiana would’ve suggested a comedy gig at the Saloon. Their last conversation had ended in shambles; the sentiment between them could be labeled as ‘frosty’ at best, and down right antagonistic at worst. 

And yet here they were; an anticipatory grin wide on Abigail’s youthful features as she grabbed her coat - mirrored by the conspiratorial smile already tugging up the Supreme’s own lips. “Come on,” She offered in lieu of an answer, before turning to walk down the steps of the Cooper’s house and hitting the unlock button her convertible. She waited until Abigail had skipped down the steps to join her on the passenger’s side of the car before pulling out of the driveway. “I was sick of it… We’re all cooped up like animals by a pack of witches who think they belong here… I’m still sick of it.” She explained, flicking on her left signal as they reached the end of the road. “Taking their stupid barrier down is just the beginning.”

Following behind the Supreme, the young witch peered around herself almost anxiously. She couldn’t help but feel a little on edge as her thoughts drifted back to her unexpected encounter, despite the fact that she’d gotten away for a while now and she highly doubted she’d been followed as she’d done whatever she could to hide her tracks. Still, with all the power she had to use already today, she was genuinely surprised that she could walk even with the power nap she’d taken. Maybe doing this and pushing her body to whatever limits it had might not have been the best choice after all. 

Yet, if she were to help the Supreme with this whole barrier situation,  there were a lot of advantages that would grant her. The most important of them being that she would finally be able to leave this place for a bit, and boy did she need that more than ever now.  All this stupid town ever seem to bring into her life was pain and death, so if she could get away from it for a while maybe she would finally be free from all of that. 

Maybe...

Now seated in the convertible, she looked pensively down at her lap and was relieved to find that she felt nothing out of the ordinary. Then, snorting at herself for acting so strangely, Abigail directed her attention to her companion for that evening. 

“I think this is the first time that I actually agree with you on something,” the girl replied, “But what exactly do you plan on doing? And what do I have to do with any of it?” 

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Anywhere but Here

Much like an image that was not really there, the words Where do you see yourself ten years from now on the crumpled paper began to ripple and blur. 

How long had she been sitting here staring at them as if transfixed? One hour? Two? Taking a glance at the clock on her nightstand, Abigail received the confirmation that it had been all in her head, as barely five minutes had gone by. Drat. Maybe she was more concerned about her future that she’d let on to Meredith earlier.

A familiar feeling of dread crept up her spine then, her eyes closing as her mind drifted over the events of that evening. 

“God, I swear sometimes you can be so stubborn it’s insane.” 

Hearing her companion’s sharp remark, Abigail turned back, her brow shooting up in surprise. It was rare for Meredith to talk to her in that manner being the quiet and well-mannered girl that she was. For her to be staring at the young witch with her arms folded across her chest as if she were a child and she the parent...it never failed to amuse her a little. Her lips curled up into a smile. 

“Why do you want to go so badly? You do realize that whatever she tells you probably isn’t true right? This whole psychic bullshit is just a way for her to make money off people like you.” Abigail could care less who heard her either. It’s not like what she was saying was not the truth. She should know, after all, being a witch. 

Clearly embarrassed by her friend’s outburst, Meredith walked up to her, placing her hand over the other’s mouth frantically. 

“Abigail, please! Don’t say stuff like that.” Then, taking on a reserved stance, she spoke in a more hushed tone. 

“I just...it’s just been a while since we’ve actually done something together since we’ve both been doing...our own thing.” Here, she bit her lip and dropped her gaze, removing her hand. 

“You told me that I’m not supposed to know about what you are and that you trust me to keep your secret. Yet...it still feels like you’re avoiding me.” 

Meredith’s words filled Abigail then with a vague sense of guilt. It wasn’t that she was avoiding the other because she didn't trust her. She just simply did not want to be around her as of late. She’d also thought that Meredith had felt similarly, but the girl was probably too nice to say anything about it. She had always been the better person of the two. 

“You’re one of the few people that exist in this world that I know I can trust. Don’t ever doubt yourself like that again,” the witch replied firmly, placing her hand on the other’s shoulder and then letting it fall. She gestured to the table where the psychic sat. 

“Come on, before I change my mind.” Abigail couldn’t resist rolling her eyes as she was practically pulled by the other to the table. Once they were there, Meredith took the empty seat placed opposite the psychic, already rummaging in her pocket for whatever cash she had. 

“There’s no need. You two can be free of charge today,” the psychic interrupted then, and Abigail could have sworn she’d glanced at her when she emphasized the word “free”. 

“Thank you, that’s very generous of you,” she replied slyly, not even bothering to mask her slightly sarcastic tone. The words that she’d spoken were nothing less than the truth. Why should she feel bad about that? 

Meredith was then instructed to place her hand on the table, the psychic taking it gently and reading her palm. 

“You have a powerful aura which has attracted the best kind of people around you...and the worst. You should be careful about those who you decide to call your family and friend.” 

Meredith’s eyes widened, and Abigail could see her swallow. Yet, it was hard to guess how she may have felt about the prediction. Considering how short and vague it was, the witch herself did not feel anything in particular about it. In fact, it was probably said in that way just because their session was free. Her entire face slowly crumpled into a  scowl. 

“Gee, I wonder what you might have to say about my future,” she said dryly, taking Meredith’s place in the seat once her turn was over and placing her hand on the table. However, as the psychic read her palm,  it was hard for Abigail to miss the woman’s now darkened expression. For a while, she said nothing, the young witch shuffling nervously in her seat. 

“So...is my future that bad or something? Because I was kinda hoping to go to a nice college and-” 

“Nothing,” the psychic whispered suddenly, looking up at her now. Abigail blinked, unsure of whether she’d heard right or not. 

“Pardon?”

“I see...nothing.” Abigail would have laughed then if it wasn’t for the almost frightened tone in which the other spoke in. 

“So nothing as in...you’re drawing a blank?” 

“Nothing as in...darkness.” She reached up and gently touched her cheek, the witch jumping at the sudden contact. She quickly slapped her hand away, getting up from her seat and readying herself to leave right then and there. 

“There’s something very wrong about you child. And you feel it too, don’t you?” Here, Abigail faltered in her step, ignoring Meredith’s questioning gaze as she tried to come up with a response. She opened her mouth then closed it,  grabbing her friend’s arm and pulling her away from the table.  

“I told you we shouldn’t have come here.” 

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moonchildshawn:

“I can’t get out though, I tried, so I think they made it for every supernatural” he shrugged, he would have to wait like everyone else. “

“Yes, I do know, I know some vampires, you never met one yourself? Are you sure? I think you probably met one, but you just didn’t know they were a vampire, because it seems a bit hard to me that you never met one” he didn’t know his own sister was a vampire, before he saw with is own eyes.

“I appreciate the offer, but I would feel if I could get out and people that I care about had to stay, so I will pass, but I truly appreciate it”

Abigail nodded her head. 

“There are different kinds of barrier spells a witch can do. It’s just that a lot of the times it’s done for vampires is what I meant. Werewolves aren't usually...much of a problem.” She didn’t want to say they were harmless, but it was almost like vampires and witches just weren’t meant to get along and vampires could be, above all, much more of a threat.  

“Well....I’m sure I met one. But, you know, not in its true form I suppose.” 

“If that’s what you want. There are other spells I can try, which are probably a lot simpler, but it’s up to you.”