Rosalyn Parker had her own demons, and quickly became someone else's demon. But who knew that being hated by her cousin would make her meet Penelope Park.
(Penelope Park x OC)
(Completed, under edition)
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Not even an hour later, Penelope had rallied the three factions in the school. She used the "she's one of us" excuse with the witches, who were searching in Mystic Falls for them. The werewolf pack they were in charge of guarding the school in case Rosalyn returned, so they were around the doors. The vampires were more difficult to convince, as they didn't have any relationship with her, but both Kaleb and MG convinced them to help. They were in the woods, and they had the instruction of attack if needed.
But Carter seemed to know very well where to hide, or was really fast to get out of the town. Penelope hoped that it wasn't the latter. Penelope's calm demeanor had abandoned her long ago, in its place was left a mess. The shorter girl started to pace around the police station, while Hope, the twins, and Jasmine looked at her. They were waiting for the sheriff Donovan, who was currently sending a communicate to the closest cities he could think of. But Penelope knew that every second that they spent waiting, the smaller the chance of finding them.
-Alright, that's it, I can't sit still and look pretty while Rosalyn is lost, and no, I can't just let the sheriff solve it. -she fretted as she sat in front of Hope- we need to make a locator spell. Try every locator spell of the world if needed.
-Alright, we need something from her, or blood from someone related to her. -Hope said.
-We are related to her -Lizzie said getting up from her seat.
-And I'm her roommate, so I have a lot of her things -Jasmine stated- so let's get everyone back to the school and start making the spells.
On the outskirts of Mystic Falls, on the abandoned house, Rosalyn was on her knees. She already had her face bruised, she had blood on his lips and a cut in her cheek, and a smile was resting on her face. The tall girl might be hurt, but it was no doubt that she was better at fighting than the werewolf. Though, her first attempt to scape went wrong, and her face had seen the consequences. So she stood there, on her knees, with her face hurting, but already thinking in a new plan. The syphoner was looking at the chains, investigating the handcuff looking termination, trying to find a way to break them, or at least to open them.
Carter was putting ice in his head with one hand, and making a sandwich with the other. Yes, he had fought Rosalyn not even half an hour ago, but he had to take care of her, at least a little. After all, she was his only chance to go back home now. Not that he wanted it, but it was all he had, and had to make the best of it. He didn't want to starve her to death, even though a part of him started to want her dead.
And while he was thinking about "accidentally" poison her food or not, Rosalyn was tugging on her chains. It didn't make anything but noise, and she huffed. Getting out of the place was hard, harder than movies made it seem and it was frustrating her. After all, she didn't know how far they were, and she didn't want to become a heretic.
