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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 — 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐭
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The heretic came to consciousness early in the morning, only she didn't feel as if she was in her right mind. Every movement she made seemed like mechanical—forced. The hybrid didn't make any indication to be awake when she quickly dressed and left the room, and then the manor.
She felt as if she was shoved aside and locked in a box as something other was in charge of her body. As if she was pulled by something tugging at her middle, a thread deep inside, and she followed the urge to go to the high school—unaware of who exactly recited inside and why she felt that strange compulsion to go through the front doors.
"Nathalie?"
The voice of the blonde haired Original seemed enough for her to emerge on the surface and take control of her body and her mind. She looked at Rebekah with her brows furrowed before she averted her gaze to the hallways in obvious confusion.
"Nathalie, are you okay? What are you doing here?" Rebekah said a little louder and stepped close enough to take hold of the heretic's wrist.
'You must be punished. The balance must be restored. This would not be the end.'
"Shit." Nathalie mumbled, shaking her head. "They... they were in my head, I— How could I have been so stupid?"
"What the bloody hell are you talking about?" The Original asked, confusion evident on her features. She didn't know much about the witches, and definitely didn't know how to deal with the babbling heretic before her. For a moment, she wished her youngest brother was here.
"The damned witches." The brown skinned girl started pacing as she rubbed her temples. As if it would make whatever leftover compulsion there was go away. "They've brought me here. And it's sure as hell not for some fucking clean up committee."
Rebekah's face fell when she glanced over her friend's shoulder, dread filling her eyes. "Bex?" Nathalie stared at the blonde woman before she hesitantly turned around. Only for her eyes to land on Alaric and a scoff left her lips. "You gotta be shitting me!"
"You're supposed to be dead." The Original said as she pulled the heretic next to her, trying to find an escape—
"I am." Alaric replied shortly.
Rebekah rushed towards him, but the history teacher was quick to shove her against a set of lockers. He went to stab her with the white oak stake but the heretic was faster. With a flick of her wrist, she sent the weapon flying towards the opposite side of the hallway as she used her supernatural speed to run towards him.
The hit should have knocked him down. However, Alaric just stumbled a small step back and plunged his hand in the heretic's chest. He slammed her next to Rebekah and was going to rip her heart out, when the blonde grasped his wrist and snapped it.
