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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄
𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗿𝘂𝗻
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In a barely lit room, where a loom of shadows fell across the floor and bed from the moonlight outside, a boy could be seen sleeping. Though, his sleep was restless.Even a blind man could tell that. It's in the manner his pupils underneath their eyelids would drift. Frantically, from one side to another, and how his expression twists every now and then into a pained grimace.
"Uh, nightmares, man," someone in the dark groaned. "Those really suck." And everyone in the room seemed to agree with that statement. They have all experienced demons of their own, so it was not hard to grasp what the boy from the video was feeling instantly.
The clock on the nightstand read 5:50 AM. And as second ticked, they only seemed to flare up, and suddenly the little things in the room started to levitate, papers and art supplies flew in a frenzy, windows made a creaking noise, even trapped in their door hinges—
"He's a witch," Davina muttered aloud in understanding.
"And a powerful one too," Freya declares. "Chaotic, but powerful."
—and the small bulb fixed at the top of the entrance door kept flickering until the glass shattered and electricity spat, making the boy wake up with a loud gasp. And everything that drifted in the air until then fell down to the ground with multiple soft thuds.
He looked around wildly, and once he seemed to confirm he was in a safe place, he exhaled a breath. After a moment of respite, he looks at the messy room and groans.
"Looks like this is a daily occurrence," Hayley declares from her place. Her eyes were glued to the screen, but her hands worked, patting the baby boy in her arms in the back softly. Caressing him to sleep and shielding him from the sound of the movie they are watching.
"Not again," the boy mutters.
"Yupp," chimes Josh from behind.
"PTSD, maybe," Camille gives her professional input.
There was a knock on the door just then, gaining his attention, making his eyes pull away from the mess to the door. With a sigh, he speaks out, his voice coming out rough, conveying the fact that he just woke up from sleep, "Come in."
The doorknob twists open, and in steps, a figure, a side of his profile can clearly be seen in the pale moonlight that came through the windows—
"Ric, it's you!" The Mystic Falls gang cried out in bafflement.
"I can see that," Alaric answers slowly, his eyes blown wide, unable to wrap his mind around it. "And I look old?" his expression twists a little as he notices that.
