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Chapter XII - A Closer Walk With Thee. Part 1

New Orleans, 2012

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I found myself in this strange place. It looked like a forest that was near the home I used to live in back in our village. However, it didn't feel like in the old times. It was grey and lifeless here. I noticed that a man was standing not far from me. He had brown hair, brown eyes and short beard. He was leaning against a tree and holding something in his hand. I tried to see what it was but I could focus.

"Where am I?" I asked the unknown man, terrified

"You are on the other side." he announced looking at me worried

I looked around myself. What is the Other Side? I have never heard of this place and our village certainly wasn't called that.

"You are a witch, so like other witches after death you ended up here." he explained

No. I did not die. I wrapped my hand around myself and that's when I noticed hole in my green dress. It was covered in blood and I remembered what happened. The witches came after me. Did I really die? No I could not be dead and even if I was, I was supposed to end up in Valhalla like other warriors and not on some Other Side. This is a dream. I must have hit my head and fainted. Everything will be fine. I tried to calm my self. This is just a dream. And it was just a dream. It was a memory of the night that I died and turned. I now remember it.

"You look so much like her." The man said and he tried to come closer to me, but I moved away

"Like who?" I asked but he didn't anwser "Like who?!" I asked again but this time louder.

The man seemed like didn't hear me and when I try to come closer he disappeared. What is going on here. I looked around again and I noticed a blurry figure. I got closed. He turned around and I saw a very familiar face that I missed so much. Face that I regret not revenging.

"Help me little one." He said and then I woke up.

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I've had the same dream, or rather nightmare, for the third time now. In which I'm standing in the woods covered in blood and Henrik is standing in front of me with his throat torn out. He doesn't say anything. Every time I tried to approach him he disappears. Instead, some guy appears with a little girl in his arms. I don't know why he seems familiar to me. After that the nightmare ends.

I found my self at Rousseau's. A priest in town has died and the French Quarter is throwing an Irish-style wake in his honor, complete with Irish music, lots of alcohol, and tons of people who have gathered to share stories of Father Kieran and celebrate his life. People say he died of a heart attack. Except that Klaus really killed him. The priest got involved with witches and got cursed by them and went crazy. As I found out he was the one that helped Hayley when she was just a child and even though I didn't know him. I felt the need to show him respect.