Chapter 3 The Night of the Comet

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She was sitting in the car, watching a young couple bicker

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She was sitting in the car, watching a young couple bicker. Suddenly she found herself standing out of the car, the male - dead. His girlfriend, or was it wife? was looking at his husband's corpse with horrified eyes. The woman covered her mouth, but her scream was cut short, when a stranger, wearing a leather jacket sunk his teeth into her collarbone. Vampire. The young woman died then and there. Suddenly the killer appeared in front of her, his cruel, cold blue eyes piercing her very soul. He closed his fist around her throat, that's when she SCREAMED!

Cheryl bolted upright from her bed, scream, that shook every supernatural ear of Mystic falls, emanating from her mouth

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Cheryl bolted upright from her bed, scream, that shook every supernatural ear of Mystic falls, emanating from her mouth. Scream so loud, that Matt thought that someone attacked his sister, he burst into her room, seeing her tear-streaked face and hugged her. He just assumed she had a nightmare about Vicki. 

"Shh, calm down Cheryl, it was just a bad dream," comforted Matt.

Cheryl shook her head, wanting to tell him that it was more than a bad dream, tell him that she was sure that the couple would be found dead tomorrow, if not already. She didn't want to sound crazy, so she just put her head on his shoulders and let tears stream down her face.

 She didn't want to sound crazy, so she just put her head on his shoulders and let tears stream down her face

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A piercing scream woke up Henry, startling him from a peaceful slumber. His head was pounding, being hungover sucked. He sat up in his bed, looking left he saw his brother sleeping peacefully, head lolled to the side. That scream, it sounded like Cheryl. It was impossible though, he was no vampire, he didn't have enhanced hearing, so he couldn't have heard her scream all the way here. Maybe it was his witchy precognition powers? maybe he felt that she was in danger? It didn't matter he had to see her. Make sure she was alright. He dressed hastily, brushing his teeth that smelled like alcohol and sneaked out of the house, everyone was fast asleep, so it posed no challenge. 

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