𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 | "I've never had a place to call home. Now I'm starting to realize home doesn't have to be four walls, it can be people too."
𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘷𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥...
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𝘊𝘏𝘈𝘗𝘛𝘌𝘙 𝘛𝘞𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘠-𝘛𝘞𝘖
(the cursed witch, act one)
NINA WOKE UP 7 HOURS LATER. She groaned softly, grumbling when she still felt the pain, not as strong, but still enough to make her sit up. She glanced at the clock across the room. It was just after two in the morning.
The sounds of Jasper and Alice's quiet voices gave her the will to stand, ignoring the sharp pains that shot through her legs and up through her back. Alice and Jasper were sitting together on the sofa, Alice sketching again while Jasper looked over her shoulder.
They didn't look up when Nina entered, too engrossed in Alice's work. Nina crept to Jasper's side to peek.
"Did she see something more?" She asked him quietly.
"Yes. Something's brought him back to the room with the VCR, but it's light now."
Nina watched as Alice drew a square room with dark beams across its low ceiling. The walls were paneled in wood, a little too dark, out of date. The floor had a dark carpet with a pattern in it. There was a large window against the south wall, and an opening through the west wall led to the living room. One side of that entrance was stone — a large tan stone fireplace that was open to both rooms. The focus of the room from this perspective, the TV and VCR, balanced on a too-small wooden stand, were in the southwest corner of the room. An aged sectional sofa curved around in front of the TV, a round coffee table in front of it.
"The phone goes there," Nina whispered, pointing.
Two pairs of eternal eyes stared at her.
"That's my old home here."
Alice was already off the couch, phone in hand, dialing. Nina stared at the precise rendering of her old family room. Uncharacteristically, Jasper slid closer to the witch. He lightly touched his hand to her shoulder, and the physical contact seemed to make his calming influence stronger. The panic stayed dull, unfocused.
"Are you feeling better?" He asked. "The fever has gone down slightly."
Nina shrugged, unable to take her eyes off of Alice whose lips were trembling with the speed of her words, the low buzzing impossible to decipher. She couldn't concentrate.
"Nina," Alice said. She looked at her numbly.
"Nina, Edward is coming to get you. He and Emmett and Carlisle are going to take you somewhere, to hide you for a while."
"Edward is coming?" The words were like a life vest, holding her head above the flood.
"Yes, he's catching the first flight out of Watson Lake. We'll meet him at the airport, and you'll leave with him."
