Westbane

Episode 9. 29 The Originals

​​Elfrida

"B-Beverly?"

It was either the fact that the craziness of this week was finally getting to me, or I was really seeing my dead best friend making dinner in my kitchen.

Standing there, she grinned at me, taking off the oven gloves from her hands. "Is strawberry pie still your favorite?" she asked, sounding unsure.

I wasn't thinking, I wasn't seeing reason or trying to get myself to understand what this all really meant, I was just so happy to see her again, so happy that I ran straight into the kitchen, wrapping my arms around her in a tight hug.

"This is too impossible to be true... but I'm going to take any second I have with this imagination." My voice was heavy with tears as I cried on her shoulders like I had done so many times before.

She wrapped her arms around me. "I'm really here, Elfrida."

At her response, I hugged her tighter, knowing that was close to impossible. "No... you're not... you died a year ago, right in front of me... this—this is just an illusion... An image my head is conjuring for me to see." I said.

"Was seeing your mate shift from a wolf to a human also part of this illusion?"

Her question had me lifting my eyelids, pulling slowly away from her so I could really see her.

She raised a brow at me, almost as if waiting for me to understand.

"I don't understand." I said. "How-How can you be real? You're dead... I- I watched you die."

She nodded. "Yes, that was a tragic death... but, things in the afterlife are pretty much crazier. Now that you know about the supernatural world, I'm guessing you know of the Angels and Demons? You know... Heaven, and Hell."

I blinked, still a little confused about how she was standing here in front of me.

"You're still confused."

"Are you really Beverly?" I asked, my voice quiet.

She hesitated, but shook her head. "Not really..."

I began taking a step back.

"But—" she injected immediately. "I'm basically her, since I have all her memories, personalities and traits... I know her likes and dislikes... I feel the exact same way she feels... Her soul is the only thing absent."

I swallowed. "Who are you?" I shook my head. "No, what are you?"

"I'm a demon. Name's Bakasura. It's a far cry from Beverly, but you can just call me B like you used to."

"What do you want from me, and why—why use her?"

The demon scoffed. "Well, you care about Beverly... and you always listened to her..." she placed her hand to her chest, smiling softly like Beverly would. "To me."

I shook my head. "I'm going crazy... First, Witches, Vampires and Werewolves, now... Demons? What's next? Angels?"

"Oh no... the Angels are sitting this one out, they pretty much want you dead if anything."

"What?" I asked in a soft whisper... dead? They want me dead?" I asked, confused.

"Yes, Elfrida... dead... like gone forever, lost within the infinite doom between heaven and hell."

"Wait wait... what? why?"

She paused for a few seconds before speaking. "He didn't tell you?"

"Who? And tell me what?"

"Your mate. The freaking Tribrid."

"What was he supposed to tell me?" I asked her, feeling this pit of dread settle in my stomach.