In which two girls, Monica Montgomery and Ruby Waithe, with opposite personalities and from opposite worlds, lives are intertwined.. they help eachother to grow as people, whilst becoming the most inseparable, best friends.
Standalone Book
Legacies...
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"I don't understand.. vampires don't suddenly just collapse!" Lizzie spoke with worry and panic, now that the group had moved Monica into a bed in the infirmary. "Her vitals are fine..." Jordan said, "Obviously there's no heartbeat.. but no vampire has a heartbeat." He added.
"Then what the hell is going on with her?" Ruby asked worriedly. "Maybe we should get Dr Saltzman." Rafael suggested, before looking to his twin. "Good idea..." Ruby admitted, before grabbing onto her brother and zooming out of the infirmary, so they could find Alaric together.
"She seems to be perfectly healthy..." Hope frowned, her eyes on Monica's face, as it looked like she was just sleeping peacefully. "It doesn't make any sense.." She sighed as she looked puzzled.
Alaric entered the room, followed by the Waithe twins. "Oh my god—" Alaric blurted out, as his eyes landed on Monica's unconscious body. "You guys, explain everything." He then ordered as he turned to the other students. "The thing is... we don't even know what happened! One minute we were all hugging, and the next minute, Monica just fell to the ground!" Josie confessed as everyone still seemed upset and confused.
"She seems to be healthy too, Dad!" Lizzie piped up as Alaric looked down at Monica's body, processing everything. "I've seen this before..." The older Saltzman began. "My step-daughter... Elena... she... had this spell cast on her, that put her to sleep until her best friend was supposed to die." He explained to them. "What if someone... set this spell on Monica..." The man aired his thought. Ruby frowned, "Well... we'll find a way to fix this. We have to." She declared, as everyone agreed with the pinkette.
Alaric stepped forward, and placed a hand on Monica's shoulder, before he was suddenly let into her mind, into a space where the pair could talk.
"Ric?" Monica span on her heels as she turned to face him. It looked like they were in the Salvatore school. "Monica!" Alaric sighed with relief before he rushed over to her. "What happened, are you okay?" He asked, worriedly.
Monica sighed, "I remember now.. I don't know why I couldn't before.." She trailed off before she looked up, to meet Alaric's eyes. "The Luna coven... well the ones Cynthia killed... they cast a spell on me— I don't know how though because Jordy absorbed all of their power." She began to explain.. "A spell that will keep me in a deep sleep, until the day Jordan dies." Monica concluded, sounding quite upset.
Alaric blinked in surprise, realising that his fears were true. "This can't be... he's your brother— that's just plain cruel!" Alaric's face fell. Monica nodded sadly, as tears fill her eyes. "Witches... have their contacts. They may have no magic in the afterlife themselves, but that's not to say they don't know somebody that does."
