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Her screams alerted no one of the hell that was her mind.
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Cassiopeia Black, born to family of pureblood supremacists. With two brothers on completely different sides of the track, she's still struggling to decide what the best...
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2 years later
Tik... Tik..
The repetitive sound of the clock almost brought Cassiopeia Black to insanity as she struggled to tie her hair up. Raven strands looped together forming simple, yet intricate, braids. For something that she did almost every day, doing the hairstyle had not gotten much easier.
Cassy's teeth latched onto her lip in her moment of concentration. Her hard eyes assessed her mirrored self, halfway through the hairstyle.
A knock on the door caused a small mess up in her work.
The young girl huffed and dropped her hands, her hair falling in front of her face. She shook her head to get the unfinished braids out of her hair. Pale fingers brushed through the strands to make it more presentable.
"Come in," She called out, knowing exactly who it was.
Zach Salvatore: the man who took her in on the 13th of August, 2007. Also the only good parental figure she has had her whole life. Their relationship buildup was slow and unpredictable, but they had finally reached the stages of trust and safety.
It was because of their good relationship that Cassy knew that something was wrong when he opened the door. Her eyes looked him up and down, then narrowed.
"What happened."
The man sighed, hoping to hide his discomfort, though knowing better. He closed the door behind him. Zach took his time in sitting down on her bed, facing the witch.
"We may have someone else living here."
A silence entered the room, and Cassy blinked a few times to process. She had to remind herself that this wasn't her house.
"Ok, who?" She questioned, her calm voice contrasting greatly to the war in her mind.
"Don't freak out," Zach said slowly, looking at her cautiously. The witch's eyes narrowed on him.
"Why would I freak out."
"Just please don't," He pleaded. Cassy could feel the anticipation crawling up her spine and just indicated him to continue.
"His name is Stefan Salvatore," He began, watching her reaction. Cassy nodded, linking up that they were related due to having the same last name.
