𝗦HE'S CAUGHT BETWEEN
A ROSE AND THE THORNS
where aurora stilinski is
trapped in a prison world
with a sociopath and finds
out that her childhood
friend is in love with her.
( fem!oc 𝒙 scott mccall 𝒙 kai parker )
( tvd season 6 / tw season 2 )
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( 𝒐𝒏𝒆, a freaky friday. )
'IT'S SO COLD', WAS AURORA STILINKSI'S FIRST THOUGHT.
𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗗 of cold that nips at your fingers or turns breath to mist... this was something deeper. A stillness. A hush. A cold that seeped into the bones of the town itself.
It was Beacon Hills, but not the one she knew. Not the one filled with sunlit mornings and familiar chatter. Now, only the glow of dying embers offered brief warmth, flickering things swallowed by shadow. Firelight licked at her skin, but it brought no comfort, only the sting of smoke and the silence that followed like a second chill.
This version of her hometown felt hollow, like something left too long in the dark.
A ghost town, not just in metaphor.
The air was thick, unmoving. Houses lined the streets like sleeping sentinels, their windows dark, their doors too tightly shut. A few had fresh paint, tire swings swaying lazily from skeletal trees but nothing felt alive. The cars parked along the roads were rusted relics, the clothes of passing figures faded, threadbare, and wrong, as if they'd stepped out of a photograph that had been burned at the edges.
Time here had unraveled.
It reminded Aurora of the old pictures her father used to show her during his 'golden days' - except now, she was standing inside one, and something unseen was watching from the corners.
The young Stilinski girl has been here for four months, but couldn't know that. No, she merely had the marking of endless days and endless nights. Time was exiled in this unholy land.
She didn't know where she was and the not knowing clawed at the edges of her mind. Her fingers trembled as she tried her phone for the fifth time. Still no signal. No bars. Just the dead, glowing screen mocking her with its emptiness.
She kept calling anyway. Her father, her brother, even the house landline...anything to tether her to something real. But the silence on the other end was beginning to sound like bellowing laughter.
She was unraveling. Slowly. Quietly.
Her mind often wanders what went wrong all those moons ago. Where else would a witch be then in the woods, after all, practicing her spells under the hush of twilight trees? But then came the light. Bright. Blinding. Wrong.
It swallowed her whole.
Had there been any signs to why the stars and the moon she was oh so devoted too, would send her to this purgatorial hell...
The next thing she knew, she was lying on the ground, limbs stiff with cold, right outside her school - only it wasn't her school. Not really. The building stood as it always had, but older, grayer, the windows darker than memory allowed. The air around it hummed with something ancient.
