❛my reputation's never been worse so, he must like me for me❜
⫍𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘯 '𝘷𝘢𝘭 '𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘯 was born to fulfill the legacy of her coven: to be the strongest witch alive. after a tragedy, she finds herself in beacons hills, discovering the de...
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⎼⎼⎼⎼⎼⎼⎼⎼○•∙chapter three ☪︎
❛mysteries.❜
"Are you sure you're okay?" Maryse smoothed Val's hair over her shoulder. Her eyes swirled with concern and her lips pressed to form a line.
Val recalled the blackbird's eyes piercing her soul. "I'm fine," she blinked. Maryse tilted her head and shook it slightly. "Promise."
Maryse pulled her closer but Val didn't bother to change her position. Her brain was clouded by too many questions. "May. What was that?" She asked softly.
The woman leaned back but kept her arm around the girl. "I- I'm not sure, honey. It's not human, that's for sure. Somethings going on."
Val readjusted her position and rubbed her palms on her thighs. "I know that! But I don't know what... May. I saw the life drain from that bird's eyes. I had to use a spell to make it stop."
Maryse nodded her head slowly. "I get it." She ran her hand down Val's back. "And we're going to figure it out. Together."
Val toyed with her funem. "Something is wrong with this town. These aren't just normal highschoolers-"
"I know." She cut her off. "It's time that you learn."
Val quipped a brow. "What do you mean?" She gave a weak laugh. "May, I know you mentioned supernaturals-"
"And I've told you all that I know. But I know a guy. A guy who knows more than I do."
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Val analytically scanned the sign on the wall. "Beacon Hills Animal Clinic? Your guy is here?"
Maryse pulled her jacket tighter around her body. "Yup. Come on." She walked past the sign that marked, "Sorry, we're closed!" and didn't spare a glance at Val before she opened the door.
Val settled on the idea that it was better not to ask, and walked under the fluorescent lights illuminating the dark pathway.
A bald man with a rich complexion stared at the girls in front of him, with little surprise that they walked in after hours. "Hello Maryse," he greeted with a curt nod. His watchful eyes turned to Val. "I've heard a lot about you! I'm Deaton." The doctor extended his hand.
