I find myself in front of the old church
"This is where it started this is where it must end." I look over seeing a woman standing next to me
"Where what started?" she doesn't look up
"Help me." she begs looking up at me
"Who are you?"
"Help me." she says more sternly
"Who are you? Help you with what?"
"She said that you could help."
"Who?" she looks off into the distance I look over seeing an older looking woman I look back at the women beside me "Tell me who you are and maybe I can, Help you."
"I'm Emly Bonnie's ancestor."
"Then what are you doing talking to me? Better yet why can I talk to you?"
"You're one of her friends you've got to help her help me." I scoff
"Help with what?"
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I gasp jolting awake looking around. .Ether that was some weird ass dream or I just literally talked to a ghost in my Subconscious. I wipe my eyes tiredly swinging my legs over the side of the bed walking into the bathroom
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I walk downstairs into the kitchen grabbing a mug filling it with coffee
"You okay? You look tired." Jenna asks from the table I grumble
"Had a weird dream...To say least." she chuckles with a nod going back to whatever she's doing I chug the rest of the coffee setting the empty cup in the dishwasher "I'm gonna head out the new teacher's starting today." I emform she nods
"Wanna make a good first impression do we?" I shrug
"Couldn't hurt to be in class a little early."
"Okay. Have fun." I give her a look
"At school? Yeah okay.." I chuckle she shakes her head with a small smile
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I walk into the class setting my bag down sitting in the cramped desk chair grabbing my books setting them in front of me Bonnie rushes in teacher behind her I shoot her a look a few seats to my left
"Alrighty." The teacher picks up one of the peices of chalk "Let's see." he starts writting his name down I look away catching Bonnie's eye
"Are you okay?" I mouth she shrugs her shoulders weakly looking tense
"What's wrong?" I mouth she looks away I sigh looking back at the board
"Alaric Saltzman. It's a mouthful. I know. Doesn't exactly roll off the tongue. Saltzman is of german origins. My family emigrated here in 1755 to texas. I, however, was born and raised in boston. Now, the name Alaric belongs to a very dead great-grandfather I will never be able to thank enough. You'll probably want to pronounce it "Ala-ric," But it's "A-lar-ic," Okay? So you can call me rick. I'm your new history teacher."
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"And then I ended up at the remains of the old fell's church before I woke up back in the woods." Bonnie explains to Elena and I clear my throat
"And you always see your ancestor Emily?" she nods "Huh..."
"Do you believe in ghosts?" I nod Elena shrugs
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Complicated love
Fanfiction(Currently on hiatus/ being rewrote) Lily lived a normal life or so she thought and then everything went down hill after her parents death she's left to figure out how to cope while refusing to grieve with her family and shutting them out instead...
