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chapter zero. — " the worst day of loving someone is the day you lose them." ════⋆͛♡⋆͛════
MYSTIC FALLS USED to be a quiet and quaint town. The chirping of birds and happy people were heard in the daytime and the grasshoppers and slight wind was heard at nighttime. There wasn't a moment where you couldn't find peace.
However, when the supernatural came to Mystic Falls, Peace went out the window. Murders left and right, inexplicable cases, and everyone fighting for power. Mystic Falls was always the common factor.
To the supernatural, Mystic Falls was known as the place where everything began. From the start of doppelgängers to the creation of vampires, it was Mystic Falls. A beacon for trouble.
That's why the Charmed One was created. To protect those that cannot protect themselves. To protect humans from the supernatural and the supernatural from humans.
And now the Charmed One's journey shall begin.
The first punch glanced Chris' chin. He noticed too late that it was a feint, though, when the second punch doubled him over and expelled the last bit of choked air from his stomach.
It was a heck of a shot. Outside of having the wind knocked from him, which he always hated, Chris noticed a fair amount of pain with the gutshot, which was something he wasn't used to. A hit to the face, yes, or even the kidney...but the gut shouldn't have been much more than discomfort, if that. She was at her best and the least predictable.
Fortunately, he was used to it all. A hunter of supernatural and king of countless bar fights, even being out of air was something Chris knew how to deal with.
Eliza stood straight, eyes bulging with rage, and stared at her opponent-some puny old human with a sarcastic personality-right in his shifty little eyes. When training with him, her anger seemed to keep her on her toes and on point. She wasn't seeing him as the man who raised her and cared for her when her parents didn't want to. She was seeing him as the first man to ever break her heart, Grayson Gilbert himself. She was angry she bared his name but she felt as if power came from keeping it.
"College did you good." Chris took a lurching step forward with each word. On the fourth, he swung.
The blow felt too sluggish. Chris knew the second he launched it. The spry, smirking college graduate ducked under it. Before Chris could even register the dodge, another body shot, this one to his ribs, sent fresh ripples of pain through his torso. He didn't fall-he made absolutely sure he did not fall-but it was a lot closer than he'd have liked. Chris could feel the pure sweat dripping from Eliza's hands, drip on to his shirt when she punched him.
