parker rewind

ii.

I woke up with the sensation of falling, making me jerk up like my life depended on it. I looked around, taking in the sensation of still being at Whitmore..but I noticed Alaric's stuff wasn't on his desk. Because his desk wasn't even there.
My first thought was I knocked myself out and someone stole the desk and relics. Then I remembered that no one wanted old vases and exam papers..or an old desk that was peeling on the sides.
I stood up, noticing the ascendant was nowhere to be seen and I groaned. I knew Alaric would have my ass if he knew I lost his stuff. But that's when I noticed that the walls were brighter, the floors a different type of wood, the bleachers a bright turquoise color and the fact they were bleachers instead of chairs. I looked up at the clock that I was used to seeing on the wall but noticed it was a different one, it was a lot smaller and harder to notice and I knew that was hell for the students who went here. It said only an hour and passed and I felt my eyebrows furrow.
I knew for a fact that there was no way that they redid the whole classroom within the hour I was passed out.
I suddenly noticed outside the sky suddenly turn dark, I ran out of the classroom and down the hallways before I found myself standing outside. The world around me was hazy, almost looking fuzzy and tired as I noticed the sun covered with a black circle that slightly differed in size.
An eclipse? I thought to myself, Why didn't I hear about this?
That's when I noticed something even weirder, it was quiet. Too quiet. That's when I noticed..there was no people around. I spun around and looked around every corner of the courtyard and thought, Shouldn't this place be filled with college students?
I continued to run around, finally getting out of the Whitmore property and noticing as I found myself in a neighboring town that there was no people anywhere.
I found myself going into multiple shops and after not seeing a single soul for a couple hours, I knew something was wrong.
I eventually stopped at a supermarket where my eye got caught on a newspaper, something I never thought I'd care about in my entire life, and noticed the date. May 10, 1994.
I felt my heart drop when I remembered the ascendant and what it did. It transferred magic in between dimensions..but I guess it also transferred magical hosts as well.
I sat on the ground as I grabbed the newspaper and read the whole thing from top to bottom, every page until the paper was worn. I didn't stop until I looked outside and I realized it was dark out.
My mind continued to spin as I remembered something very important.
I can't get out of this place without an ascendant...and until then, I'm stuck.

The next day, I decided to find a way to Mystic Falls. Why? Because maybe this was the only town that was presented with this strange phenomenon..but I doubted it.
I found and hot wired new car at a dealership, a silver Ford Explorer, that I knew would get me there as good as any car. I wondered if cars from the 90s were as quick as ones from the 2000s..but that was just my overthinking brain getting the better of me as I soon found myself driving ninety miles an hour on the freeway towards Mystic Falls.
Three hours later, I passed the Mystic Falls town sign. It looked different, newer than the one from my real time. The town square was a bit more polished and most of the shops weren't there.
Just as I had suspected, there was no one here either. I don't know why but I secretly hoped there were more people, my heart sunk at the thought of being alone. I decided I'd try and find a familiar spot.
I eventually remembered my way to Alaric's house and found myself there, noticing the mailbox didn't have "Saltzman" on it like the one in my universe. Instead, it was blank. My mind wandered to putting my surname on there as my own little landmark but the thought soon went away as I parked in the driveway and entered the house.
I was happy to see that it had furniture and it wasn't empty but the furniture looked like stuff you'd see in Full House or something, it was odd to see in person.
I walked into the kitchen and noticed there was no food in the fridge, I groaned and realized I also didn't have any clothes. I checked the bathroom and checked to see if the shower worked, it did.
I decided I would go off and find clothes and food tomorrow. I slumped onto the couch and found myself drifting off to sleep before I began dreaming about my mom and when the next time I'd see her would be.

A week later, I realized someone was stalking me. How did I know? Because stuff started going missing in my house.
I had stocked up all my food and got as much clothes as I could carry, grabbing some paint and brushes on the way to paint my mailbox since there's obviously nothing else I could do.
I barely got through painting the first letter when the eclipse came and blocked my view so I went inside and left the paint stuff outside..when I went back, they were gone. It irritated and scared me. It irritated me because I only had a single giant letter on my mailbox that made it look weird. It scared me because...who else was here?
As I left the house throughout the week, I noticed my food was going missing. Mostly my popcorn and chips. I also noticed the supermarket had pork skins one day and the next, they were gone.
First of all, ew. Second of all, who would've been as stupid as me to get stuck here?
My questions were answered the day I came back to the house with more paint and a single paintbrush.
I stood in the foyer and instantly knew something was wrong when I heard the sound of something crunching, the rocking chair creaking in the living room, and a foot tapping on the floor.
I walked slowly and gently across the wooden floors, making my way towards the kitchen and looked at my knife block. I almost gasped when I saw all the knives were gone.
I sighed quietly, coming to the conclusion I'd have to use magic to defend myself as I turned around and peaked around the corner to see a flash of brown hair.
I whipped back to the wall separating the rooms and took in a silent, sharp intake of breath as my heart spiked. The sudden surprise of someone actually being here after six days of being alone in this literally empty world was crazy to me.
"I know you're here," a male voiced announced in the living room in a sing-song voice,"Come out, come out, wherever you are."
I winced before I turned around the corner, creeping my way to the living room and seeing an adult male sitting in the rocking chair. I noticed he was, sure enough, holding a bag of pork skins.
His dark brown hair was styled to one side and was clipped short on the sides, he wore a dark blue jean jacket over a black button up and a dark gray t-shirt, his dark jeans were big and heavy on him but showed the toes of his black combat boots. His features were surprisingly more handsome than normal, his eyes were blueish-gray, his nose straight and strong, his face shape symmetrical.
He would be attractive if it weren't for the fact he was in my living room even though I didn't know him.
"Hi, I'm Kai," he said in a polite yet playful way,"And you..are a lot cuter up close."
"What the hell are you doing in my house?" My voice was strained but strong, self-assurance building my confidence as he looked at me like a meal. Like he could take me if he wanted to.
"Well, Y/N," my heart jumped to my throat, he began to stand up,"I think the most proper question is.." He got closer, almost toe to toe with me before he smiled cockily,"How the hell are you here in my own personal hell dimension?"