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Her screams alerted no one of the hell that was her mind.
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Cassiopeia Black, born to family of pureblood supremacists. With two brothers on completely different sides of the track, she's still struggling to decide what the best...
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Cassy studied the object in front of her. Pearl had gifted Damon the very object that John Gilbert was looking for, and he gave her the task of figuring out what it does.
At first glance, it appeared to be an old music box. The once metallic silver had rusted over, a reminder at how old it was. Not to forget the stench. The box clearly hadn't been used in a long time.
She had already cast numerous of different spells on it to figure out what it was. There was definitely something on it, something dangerous. But Cassy didn't have all of the pieces to the puzzle to figure it out.
The witch gently took it apart to look at all of the components separately. She had identified all of the pieces that contributed to the dangerous aura that sounded the object, but she still couldn't figure out what it could do. It frustrated her to no end.
"Anything?" Damon asked as he loomed over her shoulder, also getting rather impatient.
"There's definitely something here," She mumbled, picking up a large piece to look at it closer.
The vampire leaned in closer, also curious.
"What?"
"No idea." Was all Cassy could say.
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"I brought you something." Cassy held no fear as she entered Stefan's little cell. Though, still making sure to lock the door behind her.
He laid on his little makeshift bed, his skin basically grey at this point.
Cassy held up two blood pops in her hand, gaining the vampire's attention. He sat up slightly, groaning in pain.
"What is it?" He croaked out, his voice scratchy from not having any blood in a week.
"Blood pop, probably not nearly as good as human blood or even animal blood, but it will keep you from desiccating."
Stefan huffed and caught the two blood pops that she threw to him. He made no move to eat them, instead putting them on the floor.
"I'm not hungry," He mumbled, not fooling anyone.
"The human blood should be out of your system by now," Cassy informed, whilst leaning against the locked door. "Why are you still here, Stefan?"
Stefan just grunted and laid back down, turning away from her. The girl huffed at his behaviour, and opened the door.
"The blood pops are there when you want them," she spoke as she walked back out of the cell.
