Dying, only to be reincarnated in a Tv show she used to watch sounds like the premise to an asylum stint. Nothing should go wrong ... right?
Reverse harem endgame.
Disclaimer1: unfortunately, I do not own The Vampire Diaries nor do I The Originals.
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".." A werewolf is always larger in the eye of the frightened.
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"Hayls, let's begin."
Sheila and Hayley stood at opposite ends of a salt boundary circle, a tall young man in the center of it. The werewolf, a third year at Whitmore College with short blonde hair and black eyes, was looking apprehensive. The full moon was close and so were his exams — he couldn't afford to remain locked and chained when he had to study for his future. Apparently he had already missed too many exams and this upcoming week was his last chance.
"Relax, Daniel," Hayley reassured the wolf with a soft smile. "It'll be over before you know it."
She didn't tell him it wouldn't hurt because it would. They were using magic to suppress something inherent to the wolf — turning the night of the full moon. The pain of the spell would be that of the true transformation. As if he was really turning.
Hayley glanced at Sheila, the two witches nodding before they raised their hands, palms facing one another.
"Phesmatos naturae nostram voluntatem," Daniel doubled over when the two witches began chanting, his eyes flashing the yellow of his wolf. "Phesmatos lupus non est conversae," the blonde man yelled, feeling his bones crack as if he were truly turning into his animal form. Sheila and Hayley turned around the salt circle, watching him nearly complete his transition before they slammed their palms towards him. "Phesmatos dextera ea propter nobis lupo!!"
The end of the spell forcefully and painfully stopped Daniel's transformation, slowly making his body return to his human form. By then, he was kneeling weakly on the ground, his breathing erratic. Hayley broke the salt boundary with her foot before she took the special tea Sheila had prepared and walked back to the wolf. She leaned down, patting his shoulder before she brought the cup to his lips.
One could say Hayley was currying favor but she was simply laying her trap. Most males were softened by the appearance of a kind woman and were indeed men. Daniel had not even fully recovered from the spell that he was already eyeing her peeking cleavage.
With a smirk, Hayley stood up and gave him room to breathe and readjust. She walked to Sheila's desk, helping the older woman put her witchcraft toolbox away.
"I still have a class to give today," Sheila told the brunette. "When Daniel regain his bearings, why don't you go with him for a tour of the College?"
Hayley smiled, not refusing the opportunity. "Why not," she mused, "This might be my future university." Not. Hayley had no intentions of closing herself up in a College that was so close to Mystic Falls. She wanted to travel. See this fantastic world that Marmee had raved so much about. She would not limit herself to Mystic Falls.
