Romeo and Juliette is known as one of the tragic tales of all time but what happens if through out history a Romeo and Juliette is born.
Though this tale is bit different see she was born to keep peace after all witches are made to create balance in...
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WHEN EMROY WAS SEVEN YEARS OLD she loved to explore her house it was bigger and older than the other kids at school but something about it gave it a mysterious sort of vibe to it. Though she learned never to enter one room which was lock with a key and finger scanned meaning she could never enter.
But other than that her house was hers to explore they had a cellar and basement which her father loved to locker her in. The thing is the cellar had another door inside it one that belonged to her mother. It wasn't her mother childhood that's what she knew but her mother lived her. She knew that much but somehow she could never open it. Like it was enchanted.
So when Derek Hale didn't want to help her she took it upon herself, she stood in front of the door as she stared at it wishing that her magic would come through. So she gently placed her hand on the door trying to concentrate on opening it. Her eyes remained shut as her hand began to glow she kept wishing for it opened but then she heard a slam. Her hand fell to her side her eyes fluttering open.
It was amazing what was inside something in a dream, there was a bunch of shelf's covered in plants and herbs or crystals around it and a large book shelf's with dozens of old century books. A table which was decorated with pictures of her mother and her. Emory didn't have a lot photos of her mom. Her father burned half of them and the others were locked away somewhere.
Emory picked up a book that was left on the table left wide open a spell book. There was millions of different spells written in to the book somehow in the little time she been in this room made emory feel connected towards her mother. Emory sat on the dark green velvet chair that her mother must have and enjoyed the soft texture of it. She felt comfort in this room.
She felt powerful.
She could help admire her mothers beauty, she had a pale face with brown eyes that shined happiness but she could tell her mother was younger in this picture do to the makeup and hairstyle, clothing. The other photo were emory was in was her mother with a big smile looking matured in a hospital gown. It must have been the day she gave birth mere seconds before her mother died.
Her father Joseph Reid told her that after she was born and taken away to be cleared, her mother lost to much blood and bleed to her death. Her father never let forget that she was the 'killer' of her mother.
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" I looked everywhere." Scott said as he took his jacket out of his locker as stiles listened to him. " It's like he just walked away left his car, his dog." " Okay was he like.. could he have been a virgin maybe?" Stiles asked worried and fear in voice. " Did he look like a virgin? Was he you know virginal." " No definitely not, Deaton makes me have sex with all of his clients it's a new policy." Scott says as he puts on his jacket while laughing as stiles wasn't in the mood.
" No I don't know if he was a virgin and why are you talking like he's already dead?" Scott asked. " He just missing." " Missing and presumed dead because he's probably a virgin Scott. And you know who else is a virgin. Me. I'm a virgin. Okay." Stiles says to Scott his panic rising. " And you know what that means it means my lack of sexual experience is now literally a threat to my life. Okay I need to have sex like right now."
