𝘽𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩 |𝙩𝙤 (on hold)

ii

A crisp early morning breeze made its way through Dylan's window, and soon after a streak of sunlight peaked through onto the floor. This was one of the benefits of his powers, knowing about the weather.

Begrudgingly, he made his way out of the warm and inviting bed and made his way toward the kitchen.

He was about the begin making himself breakfast when frantic knocking sounded upon his door, he opened his door to be met with the sight of a frantic yet beautiful girl who had doe brown eyes that seemed once innocent but now they were corrupt from hardship and pain.

"Can I help you ma'am" the girl nodded meekly before speaking.

"You are a witch are you not?" Dylan nodded in confirmation at this she continued "can I stay here for a short while"

"Of course although I must ask, what is your name?" He asked.

"Katherine" Dylan was about to ask why she was in such a predicament but was unable to do such a thing seeing as he sensed a powerful vampire, ushering her inside he shut his door and signalled for her to be quiet.

He made his way up the path when he encountered to vampire, the vampire studied him closely before coming face to face with him.

"You will tell me the truth, is there are young women who goes by the name Katherine in your house," Dylan fought back a smirk as he monotonously replied

"No, but I saw a brunette run south of here nothing more than mere minutes ago" the vampire nodded, unknowing to the fact the young man could not be compelled, before speeding away in the direction he was told.

After the original was gone far away enough so that Dylan was unable to sense him he made his way back inside to be met with the stunned face of Katherine pierce.

"How did you do that? one does not simply repel compulsion" Dylan smiled cheekily and tapped his nose, the doe-eyed girl snickered before asking.

"so which room is mine?" the heretic raised an eyebrow at the woman's upfront charm.

"right this way madam," Dylan announced sarcastically as he gestured for Katherine to make her way upstairs

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There were many people Dylan disliked in Massachusetts, but there we none who Dylan despised as much as Samuel Parris the Reverand of the parish, who had such an enormous amount of self-worth with not nearly enough heart to match it.

Although there we few in Salem whom Dylan had grown fond of for example Elizabeth Claire, who has such petite and beautiful features he thought potentially she had bewitched herself which was a possibility due to her being a witch, maybe that was why there were so close because they knew that in such a deceitful and merciless town it was relieving, to be honest with someone and know it would stay confidential.

and yet it didn't explain why when he saw the girl walking towards him he felt his heart speed up, and he tried his best to hide the shit-eating grin which longed so desperately to spread up his face. Maybe if his sisters were there with him they would be able to tell him what was wrong with him.

Unfortunately, the impending conversation was not going to happen for the Parish had appeared in front of him.

"Sir you must come at once, something ails my daughter and I have my fears and suspicions that wi-" he cut himself off with a fear-stricken face as he hurriedly made his towards his house, Dylan hurriedly trailing behind him.