The Witch 🐺 {Under-Edit)

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Resurrection

I stood frozen on the spot, my body still shaken as well as my mind. Sweat poured from my forehead as the effects of something was burning off. It wasn't real, but the pain inside of me was. I turn slowly to be faced with the Hale house in the distance. The night was cool and quite, until my hearing picked up something in the distance, like something was being dragged.

I focused in more, and could hear two heart beats. "Lydia, stop," Derek's voice rang out, making me go on alert. Why was Lydia here? And what did she want with Derek. I pushed off my legs and went into vampire speed going straight for the house.

I arrived within seconds, seeing Lydia placing Derek's arm under the ripped up floorboard. I titled my head in confusion as Lydia looked at Derek. "You don't know what you're doing," he states weakly, barely having the strength to open his eyes, breathing heavily also.

Lydia look back to the mirror that was place out, moonlight shinning down upon it. I took a quick glance around the room and it was filled with mirrors but different type. Oh no... I had realised what Lydia was doing...

A resurrection ritual...

But before I could stop her she had lifted the mirror up right so the reflection from the moon would bounce around until it hit the hole in the middle of the house. And I had a wild guess who would be in it... Peter...

Suddenly, I could smell Derek's blood as he screams in pain, I wanted to move but I was stuck in place, like fear was holding me still. I could only watch as his screams died down. Moments passed and Lydia had moved her head forward as she was kneeling at the head of Derek, but she was looking down at the hole. Before wooden planks burst apart, and a dirty, naked Peter start to rise from the ground.

He slowly began to stand my eyes fixed on him. "I heard that there was a party," he said smugly as he rose his head to look at Lydia and Derek. "Don't worry. I invited myself," but before I could comprehend anymore, my mind went dizzy, the room start to spin, my eyes drooped closed. Legs began to wobble with unease.

Before I knew, I hit the ground like a sack of rocks...

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Blackness, is what I see. Just pitch black like on a night, but without the moon, stars or lights. This was like death and it had welcomed me in like an old friend. Maybe this was my own hell, this is what I get when I do finally die. But not like this, this wasn't going to be my end.

"Wake up," a distorted voice rang out around me. I couldn't tell if it was a male or female but a deep feeling inside told me it was familiar.

Whispers began to echo in the dark, but nothing was clear, nothing was seen. I placed my hands over my ears to block the sound, but the whispers only grew and grew. Until, I couldn't bare it anymore. I screamed, as high as I could go.

Suddenly, I was jolted awake, my eyes flying open to stare at the burnt ceiling of the Hale house. I felt off, my head hurt, my stomach doing flips within. I blinked a few times, I moved my hand as a reflex, but I hit something. I turn my head slowly to the side to see Derek unconscious.

I was moved... But why?

I slowly brought the upper half of my body up, as I looked around, Peter had gone and so had Lydia. We've been all too focused on Jackson to try and bring him back, we had lost sight of what happened to Lydia and how it would effect her.

Out of nowhere, Deaton had entered the house. I was lost in thought and drained physically and mentally. "Alice, you alright?" He came over and knelt down to my level to make sure I was fine as he looked into my eyes like he was examining me.