𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥.
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In a world where control is everything, Evelyn is about to lose it all.
Plunged into a downward spiral, she discovers that her carefull...
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"So, you just let her feed from you?" Quinn asks, tilting her head in confusion and disbelief as we sit in the living room.
"Yes. The first time, I knew she wasn't going to let go. But she controlled herself." I explain.
"Last time she drank werewolf blood, she puked it all up." Adelaide says. Everyone calls her Ady, but I don't since I'm not as close as they are.
"She's done that before. Once."
"Once?" Quinn echoes. I nod.
"Did she ever tell you that she pukes up any werewolf blood that she has in her system?" Adelaide asks.
"I have this curse kind of thing where if I drink werewolf blood, I puke it up and then my werewolf side comes out."
"She's mentioned it." I admit, giving vague details. The door opens and we turn to it, Evelyn stumbling inside.
"Ev?" Quinn calls as I stand up.
"You haven't even been gone thirty minutes. What are you doing back?" I ask.
"I-I didn't get the chance to make it to the gym." She stutters, and I tilt my head as I step toward her.
Evelyn Mikaelson does not stutter. I know that for a fact. If she speaks, she speaks her mind and she speaks confidently.
"What's wrong?" I ask, taking another step toward her. Quinn and Adelaide are beside me.
She looks down at her hands that have red on them. "I– I think I killed someone." Her breathing is shaky as she glances back at the door. "And I think it was a kid." She looks back at us, tears in her eyes.
"Oh my god." Adelaide whispers, her hand on her mouth.
"Oh, shit." Quinn whispers at the same time.
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"What all do you remember?" Quinn asks.
"I– It's all a blur. I remember walking to the gym and then...everything's a blur." She mutters, staring at the fire in front of her. The light casts upon her face, making her skin look as if she were glowing.
"That doesn't help." Adelaide mutters.
"Okay. So, I've got the recording of the street cameras. We can check the footage and see what happened." Angel informs, walking toward us with an iPad.
"How are we supposed to know if she's lying or not?" Owen asks.
"Evelyn loves children. Why would she lie about killing one?" Angel asks, scowling at him.
"We don't know. Hell, she's not even in her right mind!"
"I believe her. We just need to check the cameras, and then we'll figure out what happened." Angel says finally, ending the conversation.
