October roused groggily from unconsciousness slowly. Whiskers tickled at her face and a wet nose poked her chin. With a groan, she heaved herself into an upright position. Her vision swam and once it cleared she was struck with the realization that she had no idea where she was or how she got there.
“So the witch isn't dead.”
She whipped her head in the direction of the droll voice and immediately regretted it when she felt a storm of a headache brewing in her skull.
She faced the blond from before. The one who had been impaled on deer horns. The one who she brought back from the dead. The one who threatened to tear her throat open with his teeth.
He was seated regally in a battered wheelchair, parked in front of the bed she was perched on. She recognized that they were in the opening chamber of the cave-hotel. The candles were still lit and the barrels were still burning.
“I've got questions,” the blond continued.
October shifted uneasily. The cat brushed its side against her arm, purring.
“And you think I've got the answers? I don't even know your name,” she rasped, her voice rough and scratchy. She could use a glass of water. And some food. “How long was I out?”
Twenty four hours, a voice whispered in her head.
The cat mewed at her and she stared at the creature with wide eyes. That still sane part of her brain that was stubbornly clinging to a sense of normalcy railed against the idea that the cat was speaking in her mind.
“Here's how this is going to work: For every question you answer,” the blond said with only a brow raised at her strange behavior, “I'll think about answering one of yours.”
October felt as though she had just experienced the most bizarre dream only to wake up in an even stranger one.
“I suppose I don't have much of a choice so go ahead. Ask away. I can't guarantee you'll like my answers,” she told him tiredly, figuring this might as well happen.
“Better hope not. For your sake,” he warned her. “Who sent you?”
She sighed in frustration. “No one? I don't know. One second I was walking home and the next I was in some house that was on fire,” she complained. “ Wait, did you call me a witch a minute ago? Rude.”
“It's what you are, isn't it?”
The cat mewed in what could only be agreement. October looked to the cat. The furry creature winked at her after it settled in her lap. A familiar sensation came over her and it was the same sensation as when she used magic for the first time. Instincts that she didn’t know she had, knowledge she couldn't possibly know was somehow within her mind.
She shuddered.
“I guess I am,” she admitted, avoiding the blonds eye. “I didn't know before I walked into that house. But I know now.”
It was in that moment that David began to understand just how little October actually knew about what was currently happening.
“How exactly did you know to bring us back?”
October shrugged. “I just...knew. And the cat talks to me. Pointed me in the right direction.”
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Something Wicked
Fanfiction[COMPLETED] October Oakley was living a perfectly ordinary life in 2018 when she unexpectedly gets sent back in time to resurrect the Lost Boys because apparently she's a witch. At least that's what a mind reading cat told her. If only said cat woul...
