The Lost Supernaturalist - HALF ON HOLD

Chapter Five- The Lost Gets Found

I hope you guys have been enjoying my story and I have to say I'm thrilled with the votes. 10 votes for four parts! Thanks so much! Anwyas thanks so much for all the reads and I hope you're actually enjoying the story! Please recommend cool titles, it might direct my writing more. I'm trying something new with the end and please let me know if you like it or not. Sorry, this is a shorter chapter, I didn't want to stretch out this one.

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Stefan stepped closer to Cassandra. He leaned forward and hugged her. She could feel his sobs racking his body. "Cassie! I've missed you, I thought you were dead!" Stefan backed away and held her head in his hands. Tears of happiness streaked down his face. He hurriedly wiped his tears away and hurried to a drawer. He rumaged through it and Cassandra craned her neck to see what he was looking for. A knife appeared in his palm and Cassandra only saw a glimpse of it in the reflection of the window. She cringed away, "I'm sorry!" She didn't know what she'd done now but she had to do something.

"Sorry?" Stefan face fell, he bent down and cut through the ropes. First her ankles were free, then her hands and finally she could stand. Cassandra sprang from the chair and turned to face him, her expression guarded, but obviously afraid. Stefan's hands dropped to his side, "You don't rememeber me, do you?...I know I've dyed my hair but I haven't changed!" Cassandra silence was answer enough. She didn't remember him. Except there was nothing to remember, she had never met this boy before last week.  "Wait," fear drove Cassandra to do something she never would have otherwise, "I do know you!" Cassandra forced a smile.

"I just can't remember where we met, sorry?" she let out a nervous laugh. Stefan's haunted look in his eyes returned. "That's ok, you don't have to pretend," Stefan turned to the door, looking as though he'd just lost everything. "No I do remember you," Cassandra insisted, hoping he'd buy it. "Don't play your mind games with me Cassie." "What do you mean Stefan?" "Don't call me that. Ok, you think you remember me, so what's my last name?" "Um... Stefan," she thought of a common last name in Satellite City, but could think of nothing. She recalled a last name being thrown around by Ellen, she'd called him Ba- no something like Bonn, that was the little boy's last name. Maybe they were related. "Bonn?" Cassandra grasped for anything that could keep her afloat. Stefan shook his head and sadly left the room.

A shout from outside the door caused Cassandra to start to her feet. There was a noise outside the door. Cassandra leaned closer to the door, she could hear Stefan's angry voice, "Ditto, you can't say that!" "She still created the NuSun, even if she is your sister." Sister, sister, sister... The word echoed through her head and Cassandra pulled away from the door as if she had been burned. "Tefan?" she whispered to the empty room. He couldn't be Tefan! Tefan was sweet, kind, caring. Even with black hair, Tefan's eyes wouldn't be so dark, sad and empty. This wasn't him. Couldn't be him. 

Cassandra slowly opened the door, "Stefan?" The boy turned to face her with a question in his eyes, "Are you ok?" She noticed that he didn't call her Cassie. "If you really know me, why didn't you look for me?" Cassandra began trying not to hesitate, in case her fear took over again. "It's complicated, in a very complicated way. I was so caught up with trying to kill the parasites that I forgot about everything that still lived on, a piece of me died that day..." his voice caught, "...I thought I could fix everything, when all I did was tear my family a part. I hadn't realized that I'd changed so much." Cassandra frowned, trying to understand. "You think I'm your sister," Cassandra stated. "I don't know any other Bashkir," Stefan pointed out. "That's a fair conclusion." The conversation died from that moment. Neither one wanting to open themselves to being hurt. Not again.

 Cassandra let out a frustrated sigh, and kicked the wall, agrily. Poor kid. Poor but delusional. She had never met a kid that delusional. She would remember, that's for sure. Cassandra sat down on the bed. She cringed when a loud creaking sound filled the room. It was a small room. Bare and lonely, except for a small bundle of flowers, real flowers, that lay on the dresser across the room. She rummaged through the drawers slowing, feeling Stefan's gaze watching her evey move. "Is this your room?" Cassandra asked, looking through the contents within. "Yes." 

Cassandra brushed aside, a few coins, wrappers and crumpled papers and finally found the bottom of the drawer. A single image lay at the bottom, the corner just visible. Cassandra slowly pulled it out from underneath the rest of the stuff. As more and more was revealed, her jaw dropped further and further. It was the last picture she had ever drawn. One she had given to her brother. "I used to look at that image every night for strength," Stefan whispered, "Until it became to painful." Cassandra shook her head at the picture. "Tefan? Is it really you?" "Yes." "But why are you so lost and sad?" Cassandra turned to face Stefan who had walked closer to look at the picture over her shoulder. She dropped the picture back into her drawer and turned to hug him. "It doesn't matter but  do you believe me now?" Stefan laughed into her hair. "Yes, I'm so sorry." "It's ok," Cassandra could hear the smile in her brother's voice and she knew that everything would be alright.

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Questions: (I've seen other authors do this, please let me know what you think of it even it you hate it, thanks)

Why did Stefan think she was dead?

Why did Cassandra assume her brother was dead?

Why didn't Ellen tell her? 

And finally: Can this moment last?